"Master, be careful!"
Shengjing City is prosperous and inclusive. Even though Beishi City is relatively remote, the nearby streets are still full of pedestrians.
The four of them rode their horses to the fork in the road. Mo Yunliang nodded and clasped his fists. He was about to ride away, but his ears moved slightly and he faintly felt that among the crowd around him, there were suddenly many more long-breathing but suddenly holding breaths. .
The noise is mixed with silence.
Like a wild beast in the forest, it crawls forward when it encounters a prey target.
This is the calm before the killing.
"There's an assassin!"
Mo Yun's conscience was alarmed and he shouted loudly.
Huhuhu
At the moment when they were drinking heavily, several burly and majestic figures like ferocious bears and violent apes flashed out from the crowd, swooping down silently and at extremely fast speeds. As soon as they erupted, they turned into shadows and enveloped them all. Xiang Jiangli.
"Flying sand and moving rocks!"
Under the shadow, Jiang Li's expression changed slightly, as if the sun above his head was suddenly obscured by flying dark clouds.
When he was aware of it, six burly figures had surrounded him from different angles. There was no way to retreat in the sky and on the earth.
Jiang Li's mind moved, and he activated his Tiangang supernatural power. The energy contained in his body was consumed instantly. A strong wind blew within ten meters around him, and the gravel was rolled up and the sand was rising. The dust was so thick that he could not see anything.
Pedestrians passing by nearby were swept into the strong wind, like small boats drifting in the angry sea, swaying left and right, and were all swept away. They fell to the ground, screaming and groaning in panic.
The originally bustling and peaceful streets suddenly became chaotic.
Pedestrians around saw a strange wind blowing in the street, turned around hurriedly, and fled in all directions.
"It's witchcraft!"
Within the hurricane, six burly figures flew toward them and were swept away by the wind and sand. Their expressions changed, and a look of extreme fear flashed in their eyes.
There are hundreds of thousands of monster mountains in southern Xinjiang. Occasionally, big monsters that have cultivated a certain climate come out of the mountains to do evil.
They have boundless magic power and master all kinds of weird witchcraft. They can call the wind and rain, seize bodies and possess bodies, cast poison to refine medicines, and are omnipotent and cruel and evil.
The entangled tribesmen want to die happily, but it is a luxury.
It is also a martial arts nemesis.
But thinking that this action was of great importance, the six figures only paused for a moment before rushing towards the center of the hurricane where the sand and dust were rolling without hesitation.
However, after just a breath of hesitation, when they rushed into the center of the hurricane, the figure of the target boy had already disappeared, leaving only a frightened horse neighing restlessly and being trampled by iron hooves.
"Where did that boy go?"
Yingshan Xiong landed silently, raised his fists, and looked around with narrowed leopard eyes. The wind roared in his ears and his vision was blurred, as if he was in a doomsday situation.
But he was focused and completely unaffected by the surrounding environment. The sound of wind and sand raging in his ears gradually disappeared, and some subtle sounds finally floated into his ears after the wind noise was eliminated.
"Under the horse's belly!"
Ying Shan Xiong's eyes flashed, and just as he was about to make a move, a bright sword light flew into the sky like a fire dragon, and a murderous aura instantly broke out, locking him in place.
"Three styles of Jue Dao, the first style, wind, thunder, fire and lightning!"
Jiang Li curled up under the horse, slowly holding the red dragon scale sword in his left hand with his right hand. He gathered all his strength and stared at the figure closest to him.
Among the six figures that rushed into the flying sand and rocks, this burly figure gave him the strongest sense of oppression. The rising blood energy steamed around his body and could even affect the movement of the airflow.
The wind and sand driven by flying sand and rocks roared around the burly figure, and seemed to have weakened a bit.
Pulling the sword out of its sheath with his left hand, Jiang Li suddenly grasped it with his right hand. The strength of his legs and waist exploded at the same time. He punched through his right arm, and the sword glowed like fire and lightning. Under the blessing of the hurricane, it was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, like a fire dragon emerging from the world. Take care of heaven and earth.
"Good sword skills!"
Yingshan Xiong couldn't help but cheer in a low voice. The sword light in his sight almost penetrated the entire world. It rose from the ground, but he picked up the sword and shot it into the sky, with the potential to break through the sky.
The killing intent on the blade made even the first warrior of the tribe who had walked through the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses feel a tremor in his heart.
If possible, Ying Shanxiong didn't want to take the knife head-on.
He could sense the red sword in the young man's hand. It was definitely not a rare thing, but a magic weapon that could cut through iron like mud.
But the distance between the two was too close. Under the blessing of the hurricane, Jiang Li exploded at twice his maximum speed. Even though Ying Shanxiong was a martial artist at the peak of his innate realm, he had no way to avoid it and had no choice but to take the murderous sword forcefully.
The breath is swimming in the lungs, and the mountain bear's feet are on the ground. The strength rises from the earth, and the arms and fists are gathered with the breath.
The iron fist as big as a pot was covered with white bones, covering the fist edge, and directly hit the red fire dragon who raised the sword.
The red and white colors clashed, making a harsh and loud sound like the clash of gold and swords. The air rippled and sound waves spread. Two or three hundred meters away, pedestrians covered their ears with their hands and looked in pain.
The sword is like a fire dragon, and the fist is like a mountain.
No matter how big the mountains are, they cannot be stronger than the bones and claws of a real dragon.
The white bone fragments shattered in all directions, dripping bright red, but the red dragon-scaled knife shattered the bone sleeve on Yingshan Xiong's fist, cut through the skin and flesh, and hit Yingshan Xiong's finger bones.
Cutting skin and bones, Ying Shan Xiong's expression remained unchanged, as if the blood flowing from his right fist did not belong to him.
The burly man slowly withdrew his fists and looked at the young man who disappeared in the wind and sand. He smiled coldly with a hint of regret: "Good boy Dazhou, you are so brave, fearless, calm and decisive, but it's a pity that you are only in the realm of Tai Chi, and you have no god." Sharp weapons and shocking swordsmanship must withstand the huge backlash, and even if you don't die, your bones will be shattered."
As if to confirm Yingshan Xiong's sigh, the hurricane dust that enveloped the six people also dissipated at this time, the wind stopped and the sand fell, and the vision finally became clear.
On the empty street opposite, a young man in white clothes stood with a knife in his hand. His snow-like clothes were splashed with warm blood that had not yet dried up, adding a chilling and fierce temperament to the handsome young man.
"As expected of a barbarian warrior from Monster Mountain, his strength is far beyond that of ordinary warriors in the Sixth Realm!"
Jiang Li sheathed the knife, beads of sweat on his forehead, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.
The red dragon scales cut iron like mud. Although it shattered Yingshan Xiong's bone sleeve and injured his right fist, it could not break the terrifying power that came along the blade.
The nine realms of martial arts include physical body, Liwu, Jiaowu, Tai Chi, Juqing, Xiantian, Wanfu, Yiwu, divine transformation, and the saints of martial arts who transcend the nine realms.
Although Jiang Li has mastered the miraculous foundation building skills of the two major martial arts in the world, after all, he is only in the fourth realm of Tai Chi. Even though his muscles and bones are strong and far beyond the same level, he is by no means a martial arts opponent at the peak of the six realms of innateness.
The terrifying power coming from the blade, like an ancient ferocious beast, sent Jiang Li flying away, destroying all the way up his body and shattering all the bones in his body.
But the Nine-breath Conquering Qi is one of the supreme magical powers of Taoism, and it was instantly activated by Jiang Li.
Qi comes from nothingness and merges into the body.
After nine breaths, before he even hit the ground, his body's bones had returned to their original state, even slightly improved compared to before.
But the sharp pain in that moment still made Jiang Li break into a cold sweat and he almost lost his balance.
But this scene, in Yingshan Xiong's eyes, was extremely strange.
incredible!
