In an instant, Zhang Ranling and the two leading men in black clashed again. Zhang Ranling, who clearly had the upper hand, kept a certain distance from the two and continued to carve runes. Surrounded by the seals, the runes became more solid.
Seeing that Zhang Ranling was about to succeed, Mad Dog yelled at the old thief: "Old thief, if you don't take that thing out, we will all die!"
When the old thief heard this, he frowned, looked at the increasingly solid runes, and gritted his teeth while holding a small box in his hand.
"Mad dog, you owe me this!" The old thief felt extremely distressed, but in order to survive, he still crushed the wooden box.
"Since you are determined to die, don't blame me for using this thing!"
Long Yu and Baili Xingyu looked and saw that the moment the old thief crushed the wooden box, black and red powder floated towards Zhang Ranling under the guidance of the old thief's spiritual power.
Long Yu stared at the powder, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart: "What is that? What a murderous intention!"
"Hmm... Broken Pill Powder!" Baili Xingyu knew this thing. His ancestor accidentally said it once before, "It's not good. Even if a cultivator comes into contact with a tiny bit of powder, his Dantian will be blocked in an instant. Spiritual power is exhausted!”
"Is there really no other way..." Zhang Ranling naturally knew that, but when the old thief aroused the powder, Mad Dog attacked with all his strength. If this continues, Zhang Ranling will definitely not be able to prevent all the powder.
"Wind, wind, there must be wind!" Baili Xingyu also said anxiously, staring at Zhang Ranling, and there were already sweat drops on the palm of his hand holding the sword.
Seeing that the unstoppable powder was approaching Zhang Ranling, Baili Xingyu understood that this was the only chance to survive: "It's hard to respect the ruthless in this world. You can be your own king by walking alone in the nine paths. When the wind blows, the wind blows..."
When there is a conflict between desire and reality, and what you want and what you hope for are hard to come by, facing death for the first time makes Baili Xingyu’s understanding of the ninth of the Eighteen Floating Styles quietly break through the bottleneck!
Baili Xingyu held the scabbard, drew out the sword with a sound, turned his wrist, and drew out some seemingly ancient words: "Ninth style, nine winds turn clouds!"
After all, Baili Xingyu is a monk of the demon clan. Even if he does not have the guidance of a magical object like Long Yu has the Yin and Yang Divine Code, his royal background cannot be compared to that of Xue Zong. Since ancient times, most top masters often have three characteristics:
First, they are talented and practice diligently;
The second is the blessing of chance and diligent practice;
These three are a high starting point, no lack of external support and diligent practice.
Ordinary disciples may become masters if they practice diligently, but it is almost impossible to become a master if only one person relies on them.
And after the royal family meets this third point, in the endless years, some people with extraordinary talents will naturally appear. Therefore, the probability of the emergence of powerful monks in the royal family is not even comparable to that of any small sect?
Baili Xingyu is such a monk. If Baili Xingyu lacked something, it was the same life-and-death danger as Long Yu. The ancestor who loved Baili Xingyu saw this and did not really object to Baili Xingyu's escape.
Now, the crisis of life and death has filled in the missing link, and Baili Xingyu has finally broken through the bottleneck: Nine Revolutions of Wind and Cloud, the fourth level of the Wind Sword has been broken through!
Long Yu is only at the second level of swordsmanship. The third to fourth levels are often a gap that is difficult for countless swordsmen to cross in their lifetimes. Not only is the swordsmanship greatly improved, but the increase in power is even more terrifying, but all things are balanced and yin and yang exist in harmony. Now using the third level The power of the fourth level of swordsmanship is very terrifying for Baili Xingyu in the foundation building period.
When everyone saw this sword, the sword light seemed to be flying like nine colorful clouds, and in Long Yu's eyes: the power of the first eight moves must be contained in this one.
The power of Emperor Fugu was that he could continuously superimpose the power of his sword moves, making his sword skills extremely ingenious and the most powerful in that era.
The old thief and Zhang Ranling fight with all their strength, and Baili Xingyu's sudden attack can often be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Nine turns of events, the wind explodes.
Blessed by the power of the avenue, after Zhang Ranling's first defense, a large amount of powder was no longer wrapped in spiritual power. Baili Xingyu struck out with his sword, and the remaining powder was instantly blown away!
After this sword strike, Baili Xingyu fainted due to the huge consumption of spiritual power and fell into Long Yu's arms.
"You! I'm going to kill you!" Seeing that he had failed, the old thief turned around in anger and was about to kill Baili Xingyu.
Seeing this, Zhang Ranling seemed to have made some kind of decision in his heart, and accelerated the burning of his soul again. When the last rune lit up, Zhang Ranling clasped his hands together and turned them up and down: "The sky and the earth will collapse!"
"not good!"
The old thief and the mad dog never thought that their last words would be two short words.
Tianxuan, the laws are disordered, the soul is severely damaged, and the spiritual energy of others is absorbed as one's own;
The ground collapses, making it difficult to stabilize the shape, tearing flesh and blood, and turning corpses, bones, blood and energy into dust!
In an instant, nearly half of the men in black were wiped out. Even if the remaining ones were not dead, they were at the Golden Core stage and above, but their spiritual energy was drained. Their souls were injured, and they were not even at the ordinary Golden Core stage. As for the Foundation Establishment stage, they were already at the mortal level at this moment. No different.
"The boss is dead?"
"Is this the background of the Zhang family in the Central Plains?"
...
The difference in strength, with the secret technique, is a world of difference!
When the smoke dissipated, there was no longer only dust and gravel floating in the air, but also corpses floating for a moment.
Zhang Ranlin couldn't hold on anymore and fell into the dust.
"Brother Long, Brother Long..." Long Yu could only hear the faint sound of transmission.
"The person opposite is also at the end of his game, and all their masters are dead. Now there are only some foundation-building monks left. Let's all come together and kill them!"
"Yes, go ahead, kill them all, and we can naturally go back and receive the reward!"
The people in black shouted.
"Field, condense." Long Yu hugged Baili Xingyu and walked towards Zhang Ranling, and the realm expanded the moment he took one step.
Without holding anything back, the domain condensed from the eight avenues is so powerful. Wherever he goes, the black-clothed killers will be strangled to death.
Long Yu didn't speak, he just thought of Zhang Ranling's care for him all the way, and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart. This feeling was so similar to when he heard that his master Ye Shaoqiu had died.
Long Yu came to Zhang Ranling and said softly: "Senior."
Zhang Ranling was already struggling to speak at this moment: "Brother Long, I'm sorry."
With only seven words, Zhang Ranling vomited blood and his voice was so weak that no mortal could hear it.
"Can Yue, can you save him?" Long Yu asked via voice transmission.
At this moment, Cangyue no longer had the happy and naughty look of the past, but said seriously: "There is no other way, he chose to burn his soul, and his soul was almost burned out, his meridians were all broken, and his Dantian had begun to dry up... ..”
Long Yu didn't know what to say, so he just placed Baili Xingyu gently on the ground and moved closer to Zhang Ranling.
Zhang Ranling wanted to turn to look at Long Yu, but found that he no longer had the strength to turn his head: "Brother Long, help me, help me escort the caravan and goods to Baican City, can you?"
"Senior, if you don't mind, Long Yu will definitely escort him to Baicang City, but senior, you..." l Long Yu gritted his teeth and experienced life and death again and again. He thought he could bleed without crying. At this time, he saw Zhang Ranling's blood vessels burst, the skin all over his body cracked, and he was completely unrecognizable. Tears were still rolling in his eyes. Long Yu tried his best to prevent the tears from flowing out.
Fang Lanmeng taught Long Yu: "Men should not shed tears at will. Even if there are tears, they should not be seen by others."
"Our Zhang family is not a royal family, but we have produced countless geniuses. I have seen many foundation-building stages, but in my opinion, they are not as good as you..." Zhang Ranling said.
Long Yu closed his eyes and did not dare to look at Zhang Ranling again. If he looked at him again, he would probably shed tears.
Suppressing this emotion made Long Yu's whole body tremble.
"I have heard a legend that the foundation of the nine avenues is now established, and the great emperor can be expected. Maybe our human race will have a sword emperor." When Zhang Ranling said this, the corners of his mouth were raised, but at this moment, he couldn't do it.
"Senior..." Long Yu bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, which was already stained with blood.
"I'm leaving now, Brother Long, I have one more thing to ask of you."
"Senior, please speak."
"After I die, please ask Brother Long to take my Zhang family's young master's order and go to the Central Plains in the future to bury my bones next to Ji Wanru's tomb in the Zhang family's tomb. Is that okay..."
"Okay." Long Yu nodded heavily.
"Brother Long, it's me who has caused trouble for you. Since these people know everything about me, they still dare to take action. They must not be afraid of the Linglong Chamber of Commerce. This is scary..."
Zhang Ranling continued: "This force is terrible. If you are involved, they will definitely not let you go. But I have nothing to give you. I'm sorry..."
"A cup of tea is enough!" Long Yu looked at Zhang Ranling, shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
When Zhang Ranling heard this, he was stunned for a moment and smiled in his heart. He knew that he had seen the right person: "In this case, you go to Lingyi City first and find Lin Guorui there. He is my life and death brother and can help you. , you can also return to the sect safely..."
"yes."
"Brother Dragon, I remember your name. The dragon's roar shatters the mountains and rises for eternity... It's such a good name. Rumor has it that there is a dragon clan in the East China Sea. Why not go and see it in the future..."
After these words, Zhang Ranling closed his eyes forever...
Zhang Ranling's vitality completely dissipated. In an instant, there was no more fighting sound from a moment ago. The remaining monks in the caravan all chose to lower their heads and remain silent. Long Yu's tears finally slipped down and fell on Zhang Ranling's side.
Long Yu stared at Zhang Ranling blankly, constantly asking himself: Why can't I save him? Why do the people around me who are good to me always leave...
Whether it was Shaoqiu's death in the past, or Zhang Ranling fighting to the last moment today, at this moment, Long Yu would always ask this question in his heart. The feeling of grief, helplessness, etc. eventually turned into a feeling of powerlessness, making the young man Realize how weak you are...
Long Yu clenched his fist hammer in his right hand and roared at the ground: "If you can't even protect the important people around you, you are not a monk, you are not a strong man, you are just a weak wretch who deceives yourself and others!"
But the next moment, Long Yu laughed angrily at himself: "That's all I can do...I'm so incompetent!"
When the lonely mountain cliff swallows up the last ray of sunset, the first snow belonging to Snow State comes quietly in the dark night...
