"Brother Ginger!"
The night was shrouded, the shadows of the trees in the mountains and forests were mottled, and the light was dim. The Beimang warrior fell from the sky and tore the horse into pieces. Blood spurted out and broken bones flew.
When Zhao Tiehe saw the figure falling, blood and flesh flying everywhere, he thought that Jiang Li had died tragically at the hands of Beimang warriors, and couldn't help but scream in shock.
They had only known each other for a day, but for some reason, Zhao Tiehe felt a surge of sadness and anger in his heart.
He turned the reins, pulled out the sword from his waist, and was about to fight for his life, when he suddenly heard a voice a few meters away.
"You go first, I'll hold him back!"
Jiang Li rolled over and landed on the ground. Although he dodged in time, his clothes were already splattered with blood. He took off the red dragon scale sword tied to his back and drew the sword out of its sheath.
The red blade was like a sea of blood. Under the moonlight, the blade's scales flickered, as if a dragon was about to break out of the sea.
"Brother Jiang, you are not dead!"
Zhao Tiehe was overjoyed. He rubbed his eyes and saw Jiang Li standing with a knife, looking directly at the Beimang martial artist with cold eyes. There was also cruelty on his face, and he shouted: "Since you can't escape today, I will fight bloody battle with you!"
"Get out, the overall situation is more important!"
Jiang Li almost vomited blood. Zhao Tiehe was loyal, but if he didn't leave, how could he let him go?
Holding a knife and shouting angrily, Jiang Li stepped forward a little, his body was like an arrow, and the red dragon scales in his hands were slashing in the air, with the power of a meteor, killing the warrior Xiang Beimang.
The sword skills are open and close, moving forward in an indomitable way, showing off one's sharp edge.
"Brother Jiang, if you die in battle, my descendants, Zhao Tiehe, will pay homage every year, and you and I will be ranked equally in the ancestral hall!"
Zhao Tiehe's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt that little Brother Jiang was extremely loyal and loyal, and was the most worthy friend he had ever met in his life.
But what a pity!
Zhao Tiehe sighed secretly, clapped his horse and ran away.
On the other side, Shang Weiran also grabbed the two maidservants on the horse beside him and threw them away.
Just when Jiang Li sat down on his horse and was torn apart by Beimang warriors, another Beimang warrior had also caught up with Shang Weiran.
With just a glance, the last four retainers following Shang Weiran gritted their teeth and turned towards the chasing Beimang warrior with a look of determination.
It's not that their loyalty is enough to ignore life. As retainers, all relatives are controlled by the family.
If you dare to live alone, your relatives will be destroyed.
In the cold light, the four retainers unleashed the strongest strength in their lives and attacked Beimang Wufu, who was coming on horseback. However, they were swept away by the black long sword and were all knocked away. Their muscles and bones were shattered and they fell to the ground dead.
Although Beimang Wufu, who is only in the innate realm, has both Taoism and Taoism, the power attached to the black sword is comparable to that of a master in the Ten Thousand Fu Realm.
Weird and bizarre.
"Nuanbi, Hongye, Qingmeng, save the young master's life, and my love day and night will not be in vain!"
Before Shang Weiran's horse could rush out twenty meters, the four retainers were swept away by the black sword and fell on the fleeing route.
Seeing the Beimang martial artist charging towards them again, Shang Weiran became cruel and grabbed the three maids beside him and threw them away violently.
"Sir, no!"
The three beautiful maids were usually pampered and well-fed. Apart from being conquered in bed, they had never suffered any unnecessary pain.
At this moment, they were thrown into the air, their faces turned pale with shock, and they cried out for mercy.
But Beimang Wufu didn't feel any pity for Xiang Jade. With a wave of his black sword, Xiang disappeared and Jade died.
Shang Weiran also used this precious breath to run thirty to fifty meters and plunge into the dense forest.
"You greedy fox cub!"
The Beimang martial artist sneered contemptuously, abandoned his horse, and chased Shang Weiran into the dense forest.
Jiang Li and another Beimang warrior were the only ones left in the forest.
The red sword was like a dragon, streaking across the night sky, the sound of the knife was accompanied by wind and thunder, like fire and lightning, and even the dark forest suddenly became bright.
"Excellent sword skills, Dazhou is indeed full of talents. How can such a young boy have such attainments? If you die in my hands, it won't be an insult to you!"
Beimang Wufu's eyes lit up and he secretly cheered.
The power of the young man's sword has the potential to move forward and cut through thorns and thorns. Accompanied by wind and thunder, the force of the coercion is no less than innate!
If you meet an ordinary Xiantian realm warrior, the outcome is unpredictable, but it's a pity that the person you met today is yourself.
Reaching out to hold the black heavy sword floating beside him, Beimang Wufu thrust his arms through his arms and faced Jiang Li.
The heavy sword has no edge, but it is as powerful as a mountain. Wherever it passes, the air surges and rolls towards both sides, like a huge wave.
"The crane ascends the mountain!"
The epee came from the opposite direction, and when he was still two meters away, Jiang Li could already feel the suffocating pressure on his chest.
The true energy circulates throughout the body, supporting the arms and back, like a crane flapping its wings, rising from the sky and flying over the mountains.
Jiang Li's physical strength, which was already comparable to that of a Xiantian-level warrior, was doubled.
In mid-air, the red dragon collided with the Black Mountain, erupting with an ear-splitting roar and sparks, and terrifying power fed back from the sword. The two men were stunned at the same time, both shocked by the powerful power displayed by the other.
But in the next moment, the swords rose and fell, and the collision continued. The two people clashed intensively in the forest, with swords flashing and swords shadowing, fighting for their lives.
"Second Style of Absolute Sword, Ten Wings of Spring and Autumn!"
"Three styles of the ultimate sword, the elephant makes a sound!"
Jiang Li's sword skills were like a shadow, and he was able to exert them all over his body. The force transmitted back from each sword strike shook his body and made his bones crack. Fortunately, his true energy circulated throughout his body, offsetting part of the impact, and he was able to barely hold on.
Beimang Wufu's strength is terrifying. I don't know whether it is because of his natural talent or because he has cultivated secret techniques. He is far beyond the same level, and his swordsmanship is exquisite and his attainments are extremely high.
To a certain extent, at this moment, Jiang Li was almost fighting in two realms, always on the verge of life and death.
After every hundred or so moves, it is necessary to run the Nine Breaths to restore the body and spirit to a comprehensive state.
However, in this situation, fighting with all his strength made his control and understanding of the three styles of Jue Dao become deeper and deeper, and he became more and more refined.
Every moment, there is tremendous growth.
In the altar in his mind, the remains of Pan Emperor flashed with white light, and two phantoms appeared at the same time.
One person is fighting with a knife, and the other is moving with a sword, but he has the swordsmanship of a Northern Manchu martial artist.
"This boy is practicing his moves on me!"
A strange and horrifying feeling arose in the Beimang warrior's heart. The young man in front of him seemed to be completely tireless, and his power was long and terrifying, which was definitely not something that ordinary giant warriors could possess.
Ordinary Xiantian realm warriors are far from comparable to him.
He even practiced both Qi and martial arts.
With such physical and martial arts attainments, he must have come from a top family, even one of the Four Holy Lands.
But the inheritance of Qi channels is incomplete, and practice consumes the body. Which family and sect is willing to let such an outstanding descendant practice?
After fighting for less than half a stick of incense, the young man's attainments in Taoism have advanced in a way that ordinary martial artists may not be able to catch up with in several years.
Who is he?
"No matter who you are, I can't keep you today. If you live in the world, you will definitely be Wei Mang's great enemy to destroy the country, even more terrifying than Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu!"
The murderous intention in Beimang Wufu's heart became stronger and stronger. With a shake of his arm, a scarlet pellet flew out and he swallowed it in one gulp. The originally strange red color on his face also became more intense.
"My guess is good. You have all taken the secret medicine that stimulates your potential. For this trip to the Great Week, you have long been prepared to leave without returning!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed and he shouted coldly.
"The Great Zhou Dynasty wants to raise an army to destroy our Bei Mang. Thousands of Bei Mang men are so brave that they are not afraid of death. How can they just sit back and wait for death? Young man, please die!"
The Beimang martial artist shouted loudly, his figure suddenly rose ten inches, raised his heavy sword, and rushed towards him like a human bear.
Above the sword's edge, there are layers of invisible fluctuations that confuse people's hearts and disturb their spirits.
"Flying sand can turn stones into gold!"
However, Jiang Li was not disturbed by the spirit of Soul Thought at all. His eyes were clear, and he held his left hand. In an instant, the storm roared, and the sand and gravel flew and condensed, turning into countless sharp blades, instantly surrounding Beimang Wufu.
"Taofa!"
"You actually practiced Taoism!"
"God damn me, Wei Mang, how could there be a monster like you in this world!"
In the storm, sharp blades were cutting, and the warriors of Beimang looked up to the sky in sorrow. Even if they were cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, they could not overcome the sadness in their hearts at this moment.
His talent and understanding are absolutely top-notch even within his clan.
If it weren't for Wei Mang's life and death, the clan leader would never send him here to carry out this irreversible operation.
But compared to the Jiang Li in front of him, the gap was as big as clouds and mud.
"Elephant Xiyin!"
Jiang Li flashed the red sword in his hand, and Beimang Wufu's head flew up, but not much blood spurted out from the wound.
The wind and sand subsided, the blade fell to the ground, and the headless Beimang warrior fell to the ground. The skin of his body quickly withered, and in just a few breaths, he turned into a mummy.
Jiang Li put away his knife, walked closer, and inspected Beimang Wufu's body. He found that his internal organs had long since withered, and his muscle fibers were also showing a tendency to carbonize.
The terrifying power Beimang Wufu showed before was actually caused by overdraft and burning of flesh and blood.
"Export Yuanyang!"
In order to confirm his conjecture, Jiang Li's heart moved, and a strange Yuan Qi fluctuation suddenly emerged from Beimang Wufu's body and submerged into Beimang Wufu's body.
The next moment, very weak traces of Yuanyang aura floated out, but before they could take shape, they collapsed and disappeared into the air.
Jiang Li walked to the corpses of several merchant retainers who had just died nearby, and used his magical power again.
This time, wisps of Yuanyang aura flowed out, and a golden elixir with a faint halo condensed in mid-air.
"This is Yuanyang Pill!"
Jiang Li looked at the golden elixir in his hand and could clearly sense the power of Yuanyang contained in it. Although it was not rich, it was very essence.
"It's a pity that when these people died, most of the Yuanyang aura in their bodies had already dissipated, otherwise the condensed Yuanyang Pill would be much stronger!"
Jiang Li tightened his grip and let the true energy linger and refine. The Yuanyang Pill was dissolved again, merged with the true energy, penetrated into the pores and entered Jiang Li's body.
Warmth slowly fills the whole body, and the energy, blood and spirit are constantly growing under the nourishment of Yuan Yang Qi.
Although the amplitude is weak, it is real.
"Inspired by Baili News, the nearby Furious Tiger Guards will arrive soon. If they find that the blade marks on Beimang's body are the same as those on the corpses of Jiang Xinyu's accompanying warriors, they will definitely suspect me!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and he moved quickly, putting away all the iron blades that were condensed on the ground and erasing the traces of the battle in the forest, and grabbed the corpse head of the Beimang warrior and the heavy sword in the iron box. , swept towards the dense forest on one side.
Both Shang Weiran and Zhao Tiehe had seen his appearance, and the Nuhu Guards could confirm his true identity with just a little investigation. It was impossible to hide him.
However, precisely because of the appearance of Beimang Wufu, Jiang Xinyu's death will greatly reduce the suspicion on him.
As long as you deal with it carefully, you can move the disaster eastwards.
Carrying the iron box of the heavy sword, Jiang Li flew quickly through the dense forest, occasionally activating his magical power to fly sand and rocks, raising hurricane winds, erasing all traces of his presence along the way.
After running for thirty to fifty miles, Jiang Li slowed down, found a hidden mountain col, and lurked temporarily.
Lifting Chi Lian and smashing the corpse of the Beimang martial artist, Jiang Li dug a deep hole in the ground, pushed the corpse, heavy sword, and iron box into it, and used his fingerstones to turn gold several times to turn the corpse into metal fragments. Only then did he start again. Gradually fill it up with soil, and use flying sand and stones to erase all traces.
Even a hound with a sensitive nose cannot detect any scent.
"Zhao Tiehe should have arrived in Shengjing. I hope the information is not too late!"
After doing all this, Jiang Li was slightly relieved.
With the belief that there is no return, Beimang Wufu has nothing on his body except three secret medicines that can stimulate the potential of the physical body and a half-moon-shaped mark.
The secret medicine is as scarlet as blood and has a pungent smell. Just a slight sniff will give you a feeling of blood rushing and manic rioting.
A secret medicine can make a martial artist burn his whole body's energy and blood, erupting with terrifying power far beyond his realm. For an ordinary martial artist, it is the last resort to risk his life in a fight.
But Jiang Li has the Tiangang supernatural power Nine Breath Convince Qi, so he doesn't have to worry about the consequences of burning out his physical body's blood and energy.
He put away the three secret medicines. At the critical moment, they might be able to play a decisive role in counterattack.
Even if he meets a warrior in the Ten Thousand Realm realm, he still has the strength to fight.
Jiang Li looked at the half-moon-shaped iron seal in his hand.
Mineral veins are scarce in Beimang and the forging techniques are crude.
But this iron seal is extremely beautiful, with its surface polished as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dim light under the cold moon.
On the front of the seal, there are three small Chinese characters engraved on it.
The Northern Expedition of the Great Zhou Dynasty was about to begin. Jiang Li had been studying Beimang's writing, history, and geographical customs recently, and he did recognize some Mang writing.
"Gongyang Shen?"
"This is the seal of Beimang Imperial Master, Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal Gong Yangshen!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed and he was overjoyed.
(End of chapter)
