Chapter 21: How many souls died under the sword, and how many Tianshan Mountains fell?

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In the mountain forest, Yang Jungui was dressed in black robes, trudging and running, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground. Before landing, the figure was already more than ten feet away.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.

In most of the day, he had traveled hundreds of miles.

Violent!

Suddenly, a cry that sounded like cracking gold and cracking rocks came from the front.

A green and handsome raptor spread its wings and floated in the air. It swooped down and grabbed a blood-fire jade phosphorus python with its sharp talons.

This blood-fire jade phosphorus python also had a late second-level cultivation level, but it had no power to resist at all when being attacked by the green raptor.

The body of the nearly ten-meter-long python was grabbed into the sky. No matter how hard it struggled, its sharp claws penetrated the scales, but the grip became deeper and deeper.

The raptor's sharp beak pierced like lightning, directly piercing the hard skull and pecked out the demon elixir.

The body of the blood-fire jade phosphorus python fell weakly down into the forest.

Yang Jungui's eyes shone slightly. Unexpectedly, the golden-eyed green-feathered eagle did not return to Heishui Mountain, but stayed in this mountain forest.

Violent!

The raptor crowed, fluttering its wings and was about to fly away. However, at this time, it saw a figure not far away.

"Cang Yu, it seems that we are very destined. In this case, the rest of the journey depends on you." Yang Jungui smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Golden-eyed and green-feathered eagle: "..."

Seeing the figure in front of it, it suddenly froze in mid-air.

This human being actually made it out alive?

Although all the restrictions imposed on it by this person during this period of time have been wiped out, it has been well aware of this person's cruelty and monster, so it has not made any unnecessary resistance.

Yang Jungui patted the wings of the blue-feathered eagle: "It's really been a hard work on you along the way. You have gone through a lot of dangers with me."

"Don't worry, the rest of the journey won't be in vain for you."

A jade bottle appeared in his hand. There was a ball of blood in the jade bottle, with wisps of golden light and purple light shining and intertwining in it.

"This is the essence and blood of the third-level monster Thunder Falcon. This monster also has the rare golden-winged roc bloodline, which is an advantage for you."

This blood essence was obtained from Master Xueya's storage equipment, and it was perfect for the golden-eyed blue-feathered eagle.

As a strong man who has reached the top of the mountain even in the peak-climbing realm, the two have extremely rich net worth.

In the past few years, all that was consumed was spiritual stone pills.

In addition to spiritual stones, weapons, and spiritual mines, there are many other things, even some that Yang Jungui cannot recognize.

"Refining this Thunder Falcon essence and blood should help you break through to the second level peak, and the concentration of the Golden-winged Dapeng bloodline in your body will also increase a lot."

Violent!

The blue-feathered eagle roared loudly, pecked open the jade bottle, and swallowed the thunder falcon's essence and blood into its belly. Its sharp eagle eyes became much docile.

Yang Jungui stepped on the eagle's back and stood facing the wind.

When the golden-eyed green-feathered eagle breaks through to the second level peak, its top speed should increase a lot.

Even a warrior who has perfected the Qi Sea Realm is not as good as him. Even the speed of the golden-eyed blue-feathered eagle can be close to that of a warrior at the Tianshan Realm.

Even though his strength has greatly increased now, when he is on the road, he is still incomparable in terms of speed and endurance.

Moreover, having a mount to travel around can also allow him to face the dangers that follow in the most perfect state.



Sword Gate.

In the sect's main hall, Gong Nanfeng sat upright on the chair, hiding his serious injuries.

"Three elders arrested a rebellious disciple. Not only did they fail to catch him, but a dignified elder actually died at the hands of a disciple. Tell me, what do the elders of my Sword Sect do for food?" Gong Nanfeng There was uncontrollable anger in his chest.

Liu Yanghong's face looked a little ugly. He thought that the boy had died in the Bone Corrosion Gorge, but who could have imagined that he came out alive again and killed Jiang Muyun.

He immediately asked for orders: "Master, this matter is due to our inability to handle the matter. I will go down the mountain now and I will definitely bring that kid back to apologize to the master."

Song Yinian said: "Master, I will go with you."

There was no room for redemption now. He originally had a good feeling for that kid.

Gong Nanfeng's face was a little gloomy. He looked down at a tall, thin elder with narrow eyes and said, "Elder Han, please come with us. No matter what, bring that kid back to me, even if it's a corpse." .”

Han Jiangchen was a little dissatisfied and said: "Master, why do you need me to take action in this matter?"

You know, his strength is at the forefront among the elders, but he has reached the late Tianshan realm.

Just for the sake of a disciple, send him out?

"Yes, Sect Leader, Elder Song and I can handle this matter." Liu Yanghong also said.

He felt a little unhappy and wanted to send another elder. Did he think it was not safe enough for me to go?

"Elder Jiang is dead. Although that boy borrowed the power of the Yinfeng Sword Qi, we must not be careless."

"In order to be sure of everything, it's settled like this." Gong Nanfeng made the final decision directly.

"This time, I don't care what methods you use, you must bring Yang Jungui back to me. There can be no more accidents."

"Yes." Seeing the leader's tough attitude, Han Jiangchen and Liu Yanghong had nothing to say.

The Great Elder Xi Yunfeng sighed helplessly. This boy might really have a hard time surviving this time.

Thinking of his precious apprentice Meng Yao, he couldn't help but have a slight headache.

Regardless of the cause and effect, killing a fellow sect member and losing the life of an elder is already a huge event.

Now it can be said that the entire sect is aware of it.

It has to be said that when the truly top sect exerts its strength, the pursuit it faces can be said to be overwhelming.

As one of the five top sects, the sect has nearly 100,000 disciples, and most of them have family influence behind them.

Each disciple was eager to perform meritorious deeds, and would more or less summon the forces behind him, either to find Yang Jungui's location, or to attack him.

There are also secret agents from Jianmen who specialize in collecting intelligence.

For a time, although Yang Jungui lost the life lamp, a treasure that could locate his location, his traces were still exposed many times.

The mountains and fields were deserted and silent.

"Little beast, aren't you very good at running?"

"So many people were chasing you, but you couldn't run this far."

"I guess where else can you run this time?"

The head of the Zhao family, Zhao Wujiu, looked at the young man in front of him with a serious expression. Spiritual energy rolled between his palms, and he struck out with one palm, like a mountain suppressing it.

Astonishingly, it is a middle-grade palm technique called "Zhenyue Palm".

"Run? It's you who should run."

Yang Jungui's clothes have turned dark red, his face is calm, and a trace of indifference flashes in his eyes: "If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to die."

There seems to be silver light in the blood in the body, which is the power of the immortal sword body.

A strong wind suddenly blew in the sky, and a shadow suddenly flickered, approaching the mountains.

The power of the silver-white fist exploded, and the fierce and unforged fist power poured out, as if it had the power to crack mountains and seas.

boom!

It was like a thunder sounded out of thin air, followed immediately by a landslide and blood falling.

The bone spurs on Zhao Wujiu's arm pierced the flesh and blood, and a three-inch deep fist mark was sunk into his chest.

His body was embedded in the soil, and blood was constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth: "How is that possible?"

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