Under the moonlight on the outskirts of the city, young Yin Qingyan blocked the way.
The Three Saints were in a hurry to recover the sedan chair and just wanted a quick victory. Mo Ran, Kaitian's hand, is at the forefront. His right palm is like a knife and has great strength. He is the pioneer when meeting gods and killing gods. When he saw someone blocking him, he moved his palms like wind, drawing an arc. The sound of breaking wind in the air was like the cry of ghosts.
The young man closed his eyes as if sleeping. Mo Ran's right palm passed through his chest, and blood spattered. The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes opened sharply, as red as a torch, and his face was as ferocious as a wild beast. He also used his right palm, and the move was exactly the same as Mo Ran's, except that it pierced his abdomen.
Mo Ran groaned and hit the boy's chest with his left palm. The opponent fought back with the same move, and the two suddenly separated. Mo Ran was bent like a shrimp, breathing heavily, and was seriously injured.
The young man roared loudly, his mouth overflowing with blood, but his expression was quite happy.
The "Three Saints of Kunlun" had never seen such an opponent before, and they were stunned for a moment. Mo Yi stepped aside to check on his brother's injury, but Mo Yu rushed towards the young man. Although Yin Qingyan was covered in blood, he did not seem to be affected by the pain. He punched to meet the attack, his moves were very ordinary, he collided with the opponent's palm, and each took a step back.
Mo Yu is known as the Soul-Lefting Hand, and it is said that the palm technique is so weird that the soul of the person in the palm will be separated and faint immediately. But this young man only used ordinary moves to resolve it, which was very weird.
Mo Yifei clicked on his brother's acupuncture points and used the "Huan Yang Dafa" to help him heal his injuries. Mo Ran's breath soon stabilized. "Quick decision, business matters!" He spoke a few words through his teeth.
Mo Yi stepped aside and joined the battle. He rushed forward quickly, drawing out a powerful arc of electricity between his right palm and the ground, the light was dazzling. When he approached Yin Qingyan, he touched the ground with his right palm, and the electric arc spread along the ground and spread all over the young man's body. His body was shaking violently, his beard and hair were tied up, and a cloud of green smoke came out. Mo Yu also flew forward and hit his chest with a palm. The boy flew up and fell into the grass.
"Let's go!" Mo Yu shouted and flew forward. As soon as he took two steps, someone flew across the grass and hugged his calf. Mo Yu was shocked and felt unbearable pain in his calf. He raised his leg and kicked the boy away.
The young man got up, spat out a piece of flesh from his mouth, and shook it provocatively at Mo Yu. His eyes were green, and his white teeth were particularly bright against the blood. His expression was extremely excited, and he enjoyed the physical pain very much.
Mo Yi was terrified, is this man a beast? Or a ghost crawling out of hell? The unkillable cockroaches haunt them like ghosts.
The three brothers helped each other stand up. Mo Ran was the most seriously injured and his face was sallow. He exchanged glances with the two brothers, then stretched out his right palms and overlapped them. The bodies of the three of them rotated rapidly like tops, forming a cannonball that came out of the barrel. At the tip of the cannonball, the light emitted from the three palm edges was extremely bright. .
Yin Qingyan also knew that this move was no small matter. He stabilized his lower body and crossed his arms in front of his chest to defend himself. The shells arrived in the blink of an eye with the strong wind, and the sound of collision was like the collapse of cliffs, and the dust and smoke filled the air. The boy was knocked away with such force that Mo Yi even heard the sound of his arm bone breaking.
"Come again and send him back to the west!"
The three of them turned the cannon around. At this time, the boy had just climbed up from the grass, with his arms hanging down, obviously unable to move. When the "human cannon" struck again, the young man regained his footing and leaned forward, as if to receive the blow with his chest.
The three brothers secretly rejoiced. Even if you were a god, this attack would definitely break your bones and muscles and kill you.
At the same time as the impact, the boy suddenly let out a thundering roar, and the sound waves surged like a tsunami, which was overwhelming. The Mo brothers felt that their internal organs were shattered by the shock, their stomachs were turbulent, blood was gushing from their orifices, and they fell far away.
Yin Qingyan was not relaxed either. He was overturned by the huge force again and lay motionless on the ground. The heated scene suddenly became silent.
Besides, the man who controlled the monument flew over the young man's head. A few miles away, there was a lake. The full moon reflected the light, and the lake surface had bright ripples. In the middle of the lake, the red sedan stopped quietly, motionless and unsinkable.
The man in front of the sedan was holding a long knife in his arms, his head slightly lowered, as if he was dozing. When the man who controlled the monument arrived, he jumped up and went forward to greet him.
The person guarding the monument stopped, and they faced each other more than ten feet apart, motionless. Time passed for a moment, and a shrill howl came from the distance, breaking the tranquility. The man who controlled the monument suddenly took action, stretched his palm forward, and sent out several giant stone monuments out of thin air, lying between them.
At the same time, the man holding the knife also acted. He pushed the blade forward, seemingly unhurriedly, and the stone tablet in front of him was split into two halves like tofu. By the time the last stone tablet was split, the two of them were close at hand.
Then he became motionless again and made no move. At this time, two figures flashed and stood on both sides of the man holding the knife.
The three of them were in a row, and suddenly they all bowed down and said, "See you, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
Prince Xuan looked calm, he was the beggar who had appeared many times. He waved the three of them to level up, and then looked at the bloody boy. He was seriously injured and seemed to fall down and die at any time.
"Since you have arrived, it proves that the pursuers have retreated. Known as the 'Immortal Ghost Wolf', he cannot be beaten to death or shaken off. The young man who crawled out of the grave has frightened many masters. Today I have opened my eyes."
As he spoke, his eyes moved to Lei Ying, "There are rumors in the world that you are the second master of the Imperial City Division, but no one has seen you take action, or in other words, everyone who has seen you take action has become dead. It is quite mysterious, and I am a little curious!" "
His last gaze fell on the person in the middle, "Feng Yuan, the head of the Imperial City Department, is a small sect and a small person. He climbed to the top by honing his skills in the world. It is said that your sword can split anything and spells. No wonder you split my twelve swords. Chain monument.”
Feng Yuan held up his hand: "Your Highness has not produced the Thirteenth Hand Tablet, so it is just a rumor that my sword can split everything."
"I really want to see which one is my shield or your sword. But time is running out, so please get back to the point!"
"The Holy One is critically ill and wants to see the Crown Prince, so he issued a secret order for King Yi to secretly search for His Highness. But the Holy One knows that King Yi is powerful and has been coveting the throne for a long time, which will definitely be detrimental to the Crown Prince. Therefore, he gave a handwritten instruction to his subordinates at the critical moment. My priority is to keep His Highness safe."
Prince Xuan remained calm and continued to listen.
"I pretended to be perfunctory with King Yi, but in fact I was secretly investigating His Highness's whereabouts alone. Later, I discovered that His Highness appeared in the capital in the form of a beggar, and had rescued people in the sedan chair many times. Since you value her so much, we will start with this person and lure His Highness to show up. ."
Prince Xuan flicked his sleeves and said, "What can you do if you find me? I am no longer the prince, and I have no intention of meeting the saint. You'd better retreat!"
Feng Yuan was not surprised and saluted again, "The deadline for the Holy Emperor is only in these two days. I don't want to waste any words. If Your Highness insists not to go, Lei Ying will move his finger and the people in the sedan will immediately turn into powder. Your Highness, please think clearly." !”
Prince Xuan sneered: "You dare to threaten me?"
"Feng Yuan shared the worries of His Majesty, and he was so heartbroken that he would not give up even if he died!"
