Damn it, damn it!
A mere airbender dares to kill the masters of my five great families.
What can I do if the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty is suppressed?
Even if Anmang City's army arrives in person, they will all be destroyed!
Deep in the extreme northern mountains, the cold mist is like twilight mist, misty yet thick, moving slowly between the mountains and the sky, as if it has a huge weight.
On the edge of the mountains, nine true qi-shaped spears were thrown. The cold wave rolled like the sea, and the impact was devastating. The unparalleled spear intention shattered the bodies of dozens of masters of the eighth and ninth realms from the five great families. Blood was splashed, and broken limbs were shot. They were shocked and angry. He revealed the heritage of the aristocratic family behind him and watched from afar.
Under the smoke of energy that shot through the sky, the spirit of the fist enveloped all directions. The three figures standing with their hands behind their backs were of different heights, but they all had an overwhelming momentum like the blue sky of the mountains.
"The huge building is miserable and confused all night long, the wind blows, the sea and the clouds blow, the moon falls on the fist!"
"I have lived alone in my hometown for thousands of years, and the medicine for liver and intestinal rupture is King Pestle!"
"Weapons are hidden in Yunmang Prefecture, and once the sword is named, it will be named in all directions!"
Taking a step forward gently, the three figures rose up with momentum. A fist, a pestle, and a sword flew into the air. The spirit of the fists filled the four directions and suddenly condensed. In an instant, the clouds surged in the sky, showing countless scenes.
The fist is as majestic as a ten thousand building hidden in the dark night. The sea glow reflects in the sky in the solemn wind, but there is a fist that rushes into the clouds, shatters the bright moon and falls into the mortal world.
The pestle, lonely and sleepy for thousands of years, the old man prays to the stars, the king of Chinese medicine in Phoenix Pond poundes the pestle to renew his vitality, and Fu Shen improves wisdom.
The sword is sharp and hidden in the clouds. The situation is over. It has been dormant for hundreds of years while lying on the firewood and tasting the courage. Suddenly, it hears a storm and the cold sword is unsheathed. It attacks from all directions, chilling the world of Jiuzhou.
The completely different fist spirit and myriad phenomena seem to overturn the world, shatter mountains and veins, destroy everything, and regain control of the world.
The nine true qi transformed forms stand in front of thousands of weather and shocking fists, like tiny ants under the huge waves.
But although the ant is small, it has the courage and will to lift thousands of times its own weight.
"Wandering Dragon throws the world and destroys it, and the counter-gun nine consecutive kills in ten thousand realms!"
The nine transformations moved together, like crystal spears stained with hot blood, and swept away with one shot, making the waterfalls of snow and glaciers unparalleled in the world.
The intention of Ni Zhi's fist was concentrated on the tip of the spear, and he gently stirred the air. However, his momentum suddenly increased, and he went against the trend, stirring up countless soldiers.
Kill kill kill
Ni Ni Ni
The nine transformations gathered the spirit of thousands of warriors, and the rolling cold fog and frost surged again, becoming more powerful and colliding hard with the three martial saints' strikes.
Bang
The entire Far North Mountains seemed to be shaken. Everyone felt that the space, the earth, and the sky were shaking at the same time, and the vast and terrifying power swept across and exploded.
Deep in the mountains, the snow on countless mountains was shaken off. First, it rustled for a few points, and then collapsed like a vast sea, pouring down. The space was filled with the deafening crashing sound of the snow sea.
The movements of the fist, pestle, and sword paused for a moment, but in the next moment, they directly smashed into pieces the momentum of the nine spears, and together with the nine true qi transformations, they were swallowed up, submerged, and completely disintegrated.
"A mere airbender dares to act cruelly in front of a saint!"
"Marquis Zhenjun, you have to pay the price for killing a master from my family!"
"Great Zhou Qilinzi, please destroy me here today. No matter how amazing your talent is, if you haven't grown up, you are no different from an ordinary martial artist!"
The sea of cold mist and snow was stirring up chaos, blocking the sky and making it impossible to see anything, but the arrogant sneers of the three martial saints from the aristocratic families could be heard.
The sound was surging and contained strange power. It penetrated the sea of fog rolling in the air and turned into a clear cloud sky.
Three extremely imposing figures, with their hands behind their backs, stood on the three mountains, looking down upon the heaven and earth.
The remnants of the Martial Saint's attack came towards the valley.
Seeing the overwhelming offensive, the expressions of everyone in the valley changed.
As soon as this blow falls, the entire valley will cease to exist.
"Three styles of absolute sword, ten wings of spring and autumn!"
Jiang Li stood in the sky, and with a flash of ink shadow in his hand, the demon sword Ren Tu slashed in the air. The shadows of the swords flew and overlapped like a curtain, turning into ten terrifying sword shadows that were constantly rotating.
The shadow of the knife split the sky, directly breaking away the fist, pestle, and sword.
This move is not concentrated, it is all about the power of the body.
"What!"
"You have entered the holy realm!"
At the top of the mountain, the offensive was broken. The three martial saints of the aristocratic families were slightly shocked and took half a step back at the same time. The breath in their chests was stagnant and somewhat unsmooth, and their blood energy was also floating.
"You go and kill the Anmang Bingjia and Kui people in the valley. The Zhenjunhou's strength is beyond imagination. The three of us will work together to surround him and kill him!"
On the mountain peak on the left, a purple-haired old man wearing the armor of Ten Thousand Towers Pagoda roared loudly, stepped forward, turned into a long shadow, and leaped toward him.
"Here!"
Near the valley, more than a thousand warriors from aristocratic families heard the words and immediately dispersed, bypassing Jiang Li and running towards the valley.
"Flying sand and rocks, turning rocks into gold, shaking mountains and earth, and calling for wind and rain!"
Jiang Li smiled coldly and looked at the warriors from the aristocratic families who were scattered in all directions. He did not move, but opened his hands and shook them violently.
In an instant, strong winds rose around the valley, blowing up countless ice and gravel, forming a terrifying storm that covered ten miles.
The flying sand and gravel shot like electricity. Each particle was carried by the wind and could easily penetrate three or four layers of iron armor. Mysterious power fluctuations were immersed in the storm. Countless gravel and fine sand condensed together and turned into countless Weapons as sharp as swords flew out like a blanket, spinning and killing in the wind.
The ground beneath his feet began to shake violently, as if there was an earthquake. The ground opened into countless cracks and deep grooves. If the running masters were a little negligent, they would fall directly into the cracks and be squeezed into pulp by the earth that quickly healed. , permanently buried.
Above the clouds, countless cold waves began to gather, and the downpours of hail and snowflakes fell. They were caught in the storm of flying sand and rocks, and turned into more violent killing moves.
Bang bang bang
Covered by the four great magical powers, a chaotic storm connected the heaven and the earth, and the sound of countless warrior corpses exploding could be heard. Even the masters of the Divine Transformation Realm, whose bones were as hard as divine iron, were chopped by countless sharp blades, attacked by wind and sand, and finally turned into鑑粉.
"What!"
The purple-haired old man wearing the armor of Ten Thousand Towers of Buddha was half-attacked, and his sight was completely blocked by the terrifying storms that followed one after another.
Looking at the chaotic storm of unknown height, the purple-haired old man's eyes were frightened. He was as powerful as a martial saint. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel in awe of the power of heaven and earth.
Buzz
Suddenly, a black light suddenly appeared in the storm, and it only flashed in front of him.
The purple-haired old man only felt a slight chill passing through his body, and his body immediately decomposed in mid-air and fell to the ground.
"What kind of trick is this!"
The purple-haired old man screamed in shock. He had never seen such a momentum in his life.
"Are you from the He Lou family? Who are you, the eldest lady of Zhenwuhou Mansion!"
A palm reached out, swiped gently, and directly grabbed the purple-haired old man's head that was about to fall.
Jiang Li raised the head of the purple-haired old man in front of him and looked at it. He could faintly see the shadow of He Loushi in the outline of his eyebrows.
"Jiang Li, Zhirou is my grandniece. Marquis Wu reported to me, He Loushi, that Zhirou died under your strange secret method. I still can't completely believe it, but now I am sure that you do have this ability. !”
The purple-haired old man was a mid-level martial saint with strong vitality. Even though his body was cut into several pieces, he did not die immediately. He glared at Jiang Li fiercely and cursed: "It is said that the survivors of the former Qin Dynasty have lost their ancestors' secret skills. Inheritance, it seems now that everything is a lie. You Qin people are really despicable and harbor evil intentions. The yin and yang life and death bloodline cooperates with the inheritance of secret arts. You are unpredictable. You should have been eliminated at the family meeting a thousand years ago!"
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I don't have much to do with the Qin clan!"
Jiang Li slapped his palm hard, and a stream of blood immediately spurted out from under his head and neck.
The purple-haired old man's eyes bulged, and his vitality disappeared on the spot.
The storm gradually subsided, the clouds dispersed, and the earth returned to calm. However, among the more than a thousand masters from the aristocratic families, there was no longer a single figure standing.
Everything turned into blood and mud, melted into the sky and earth, and fell on the ice of the Far North Mountains, freezing instantly.
There were also countless bladed weapons that clattered to the ground, hitting the ice and making crisp sounds.
At the top of the mountains for more than ten miles, the only two strong martial saints from the aristocratic families had their eyes glazed over, and their feet involuntarily moved backwards slowly.
Jiang Li used the four great divine powers of the Heavenly Gang, as if a heavenly being had descended upon him, and his mysterious methods made it difficult for people to figure out the true and false details.
Recalling the yin and yang bloodline and secret techniques of the Qin clan circulating among the aristocratic families, the two of them only hesitated and were surprised for a moment, then turned around and fled deep into the mountains.
"Want to leave?"
Jiang Li stepped forward, shrunk to an inch, took one step forward, and appeared more than ten miles away in an instant. The magic knife in his hand swiped forward, and the light of the knife passed over his neck.
The short, fat figure wearing a cloak in front of him slipped and passed close to the sword like a loach.
The short and fat old man waved his arm, and a black and blue medicine pestle opened, swinging open the Demon Sword Man's Tufeng Blade.
"Junior suffers death!"
As Murong Wusheng twisted his body, his other palm unexpectedly shot out from his armpit and hit Jiang Li's chest.
"Marquis Zhenjun, you are still too young. Even though you have great skills, you still think you are right. You really think I am afraid of you, don't you?"
Murong Wusheng sneered: "Because you became a key criminal of the Great Zhou Dynasty, my Murong family was forced to abandon all the foundation accumulated over the past century. I will use your life to compensate for this today!"
The generous palm contained murderous intent, and he struck it down without mercy, but the power suddenly failed. Murong Wusheng staggered forward, and his palm clearly hit Jiang Li, but it seemed to hit an image, and it actually disappeared into Jiang Li. in the chest.
Bang
The next moment, Jiang Li in front of him suddenly dispersed like bubbles and disappeared.
"Shadow!"
The martial saint of the Murong family was shocked, as the murderous intent and sharp knife intent appeared on his neck again.
"Thankfully, you are also a senior martial saint who has been famous for many years. Why are you so careless and confident!"
Jiang Li's indifferent voice rang in his ears. Before Murong Wu Sheng could even turn around, his head was already flying up. Jiang Li hit him on the back of the head with a palm, shattering his brain. He flew hundreds of meters and rolled down the mountain.
"The golden horn of eternal light!"
Jiang Li flashed the golden light in his hand, used his right arm, and threw it violently. A sharp golden light crossed the void and appeared dozens of miles away. With a whoosh, it pierced into the back of his tall figure covered in black armor, directly It broke through the heart and flew out.
"puff"
The Mohist Martial Saint vomited blood and stumbled to the ground. His chest was pierced by a golden horn, leaving a terrifying huge hole.
"Mo Yuanjia, don't panic, I'm here to save you!"
A stream of light fell from the clouds and turned into a shining young man. He had a long belt on his head and a robe with wide sleeves. He was full of medieval style and rolled up the Mohist martial arts saint.
The other hand grabbed the eternal golden horn nailed into the ice ground.
But as soon as his hand touched it, a Jin Geng stream of light filled with chilling power penetrated his mind, causing him to let out a shrill scream, and his body, which was condensed with his mind, began to sway.
"Jiang Li, the five great families will not let you go!"
The man in the robe stepped back, looked at Jiang Li with hatred, jumped into the void, and fled into the distance.
"Think I can't catch up with you?"
Jiang Li ran on the ground in a row, shrinking the ground for more than ten miles at a time, and surpassed the flowing light in the sky with just a few dodges.
He jumped up and flew straight into the sky, the crystal feathers behind him vibrated violently, and mist condensed under his feet, and he walked on the mist.
"How can it be!"
The radiant spiritual body thought it was far away from Jiang Li, and was about to look back when he saw Jiang Li riding in the mist, more than ten miles ahead, charging towards him.
The billowing masculine blood flowed around his body, and the soul-scorching Yang Gang power gathered at Jiang Li's fist, and he punched straight forward and slammed into him.
"Mo Yuanjia, please protect yourself. I haven't survived the thunder tribulation, and I still can't withstand the steaming blood of the Martial Saint!"
The man in the robe smiled bitterly, and his body of spiritual thoughts spread out with a bang, turning into countless streams of light and flying in all directions.
"Ancestor He Lou..."
The Mohist Martial Saint screamed, lost his support, and fell to the ground.
"Ancestor He Lou? He has not survived the thunder tribulation!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered something Zhao Chengyan had said to him.
Many powerful people in the Middle Ages and even ancient times would resort to various means to extend their lives if they had a premonition of changes in the way of heaven.
Some of them will continue to be reincarnated, could it be...
Jiang Li looked at the scattered spiritual thoughts and calmly cut his wrist. He slapped his arm, and the semi-saint's essence and blood spurted out like rain, rushing towards the fleeing spiritual thoughts.
In the crystal blood droplets, the rich and vigorous Yang Gang blood energy is extremely full, and there are even Yin and Yang life and death diagrams circulating in it.
Plunging into the spiritual mind is like red-hot iron meeting cold water. The hot temperature directly evaporates the water droplets into smoke. The Yin and Yang diagram of life and death is constantly rotating, strangulating and engulfing.
The golden pages trembled, and wisps of incomplete spiritual thoughts flew back.
"Jiang Li, the Marquis of the Army, if you dare to destroy my spiritual consciousness, you and I are at odds with each other. If we come back one day, I will definitely kill you!"
Ancestor He Lou's spiritual thoughts scattered like rain, and he didn't know how many they turned into, and screams could be heard from all directions.
It disappeared immediately.
"I have not yet entered the realm of ghosts and immortals in the realm of Taoism. If I want to completely kill these powerful ghosts and immortals, I really lack the means!"
Jiang Li stopped in mid-air, looked at the He Lou ancestor who had disappeared without a trace, and sighed slightly.
He descended from the mountains and searched for the relics on the corpses of the three martial saints of the aristocratic families. At the same time, he used his magical power to draw out the Yuanyang, condensed a dozen martial saint-level True Yuan Pills, and put them together into the Sumeru Ring, and then strolled back to the valley.
"Marquis!"
Five hundred heavily armored soldiers stood solemnly, their hearts shaking.
During the melee in the northwest, they had all seen the military commander take action. At that time, Jiang Li already had the strength to crush the divine warriors and compete with the half-saints.
And just how long has passed, the military commander has already been able to crush the strong Martial Saint.
With such strength, wouldn't it be possible to compete with Jiang Shirong, the number one warrior in the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Marquis Wu has been famous for more than twenty years, but the Marquis of the Army has not yet reached the age of twenty.
As long as Junhou is given some more time to grow, no one in Da Zhou or even Kyushu can threaten Junhou.
With such a commander, how can the soldiers not be strong?
"Is he already so powerful?"
Shangguan Qingyan opened her mouth slightly and looked at the young man walking down the mountain with bright eyes. The surprise in her heart was hard to describe in words.
I remember that when I first met Jiang Li, he was just a young warrior who had just entered the Xiantian realm, and he was being chased by me and running around deep in Lishan Mountain.
Recently, she has been with Jiang Li, and has witnessed with her own eyes the rapid improvement of Jiang Li's level of strength.
She didn't go with him during the trip to the divine tower, so she could predict some changes in Jiang Li's realm.
No matter how she imagined it, Jiang Li's terrifying growth rate still gave her an even greater shock and surprise. This young man seemed to be forever obscured by a layer of fog, making it impossible to see clearly. He was mysterious and admired.
The boy from a few months ago had grown into a being that even she could not look up to, becoming one of the most powerful beings in the world.
"Sister, the Zhenjun Hou is really powerful. All the martial saints of the Mo family were killed by him with one move!"
Shangguan Yingyue's eyes were even more obsessed. The young man's handsome appearance, Feng Qingyun's supreme magical powers and unparalleled confidence all gave a great impact to the girl's heart.
Such a young man was almost more mysterious, powerful and handsome than the characters in the book, and she admired him.
"Mo Tengxiao said that my sister has already married the military marquis..., wouldn't she be my brother-in-law!"
Shangguan Yingyue didn't know what she thought of, her cheeks were slightly red, she was a little excited, but also a little inexplicably disappointed.
"Human race, you have avenged hatred for our race, but there are still many evil humans. I am afraid they have penetrated deep into the mountains. Other tribes of our race are likely to suffer from their poisonous hands!"
Yanba crossed his hands on his chest, held his shoulders, and saluted respectfully.
Jiang Li used his strength and actions to win the respect and trust of the Quebec people.
"Ba, come and see, our clan is so miserable!"
In some igloos, the frightened cries of Quebec women were heard, and several Quebec men, old and young, who went to rescue their fellow tribesmen, stumbled out of the igloos, their faces frightened, their whole bodies trembling, and their eyes full of fear and panic. His expression seemed to be frightened by something.
Upon seeing this, Yanba quickly ran to the igloo. He rushed into the house. His burly body was stunned at first, as if he was nailed to the spot. Then the blood vessels in his body suddenly bulged. He roared angrily and smashed the igloo's walls with one punch. Ice flakes splashed on the wall.
Through the incomplete ice wall, Jiang Li looked from a distance. On an ice bed covered with animal skins, there seemed to be a Kuman corpse lying on his back, revealing a thick dark green arm.
Jiang Li's heart moved, he stepped into the igloo, looked towards the ice bed, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
There were a lot of Quebec body parts piled up in the corner of the igloo, and various corpse tissues were thrown aside randomly. They were stained with blood, so cruel that they couldn't be looked at directly.
Just by looking at it, one can imagine the brutal events that took place inside the igloo.
And the corpse of the Quebec man lying on his back on the ice bed made him feel even more horrified.
I don’t know what kind of treatment the people from the five major families did to the corpse of the Kuei. The originally light blue skin now turned dark green.
There is also a kind of weird and complicated veins, which arise from the inside of the skin texture and spread all over the entire body of the Kui man, like a naturally formed vein totem.
Both sides of the Quebec man's neck were covered with long and terrifying wounds, and the wounds were sutured with ropes as thick as a thumb, like twisted earthworms.
In addition to the original head in the middle, a head was sutured on each side on the left and right sides.
Judging from the interface, the bones below the two heads are connected to the Quebec man's spine.
The same goes for the arms. There are three arms of different lengths and thicknesses installed on the left and right sides.
Three heads and eight arms, ferocious and terrifying.
But that's not all, there seems to be something behind the Quebecois.
Jiang Li released a stream of true energy and turned over Kui Ren's corpse. He saw that the center of Kui Ren's back had also been changed.
Seven or eight very long vertebrae with bony barbs at the ends are installed and connected to the backbone of the Quebec man...
There are similar changes even near the legs of the Quebecois. Some strange bone structures seem to provide better support and defense for the Quebecois corpse.
"Among the three major families, only the Murong family has the inheritance of medical skills. What do they want to do!"
Jiang Li glanced at the corpses on the ice bed, turned around and walked out of the igloo.
The transformed Québécois corpse was obviously not completed and was only a semi-finished product.
But judging from the remains piled up in the igloo, there should be a lot of Quebec corpses.
"Bring the Murong family members here!"
Jiang Li suppressed the anger in his heart and shouted an order.
The heavily armored soldiers like tigers and wolves immediately rushed into the eight prisoners and dragged a young man from the Murong family wearing a brocade robe to Jiang Li.
"Jiang Li, the aristocratic family will never let you go!"
The young man from the Murong family was trembling all over. He witnessed Jiang Li fighting against more than a thousand masters from the five major families by himself, crushing the foundations of the three families.
But as a child of a noble family, he also has his own pride and persistence.
"The five great families have done this cruel thing. Even if they don't come to me, I will personally go to the depths of the mountains to catch them one by one and suppress and kill them all!"
Jiang Li spread his palms, and the air suddenly condensed violently, running wildly and turning into a small storm in his palms.
Although the storm was small, it was the condensation of two magical powers: flying sand and turning rocks, and turning rocks into gold.
"You must have seen how more than a thousand masters from the five major families were destroyed. If you don't want to suffer the same fate as them, with your body being worn away bit by bit by the gravel, then tell me everything you want to know!"
Jiang Li's eyes were as usual, and his voice was indifferent, but cold to the bone, "Otherwise, I will let you watch your body disappear bit by bit with your own eyes!"
"Jiang Li, don't even think about it. The children of the aristocratic family are cowardly people. I will never betray the family until my death!"
The young man from the Murong family sneered disdainfully. He suddenly pushed up the blood in his body and was about to explode his blood and kill himself.
However, there was a flash of light around Jiang Li, and a stream of true energy flew out, pointing his finger slightly at the young man's forehead.
Countless amounts of true energy swarmed in, penetrated into his body, and controlled all the meridians and blood circulation in his body.
"What do you want to do!"
The expression of the young man from the Murong family changed suddenly, and the hair all over his body stood on end in fear.
In just an instant, he lost all control of his body.
"My true energy will protect your heart and vitality. You will never die until your physical body is completely destroyed. This process may last for one day, or it may last for dozens of days!"
Jiang Li flicked his fingers, and the strangling storm swirled in mid-air, spinning towards Murong Young Man.
"No, don't, I say, I say everything!"
Seeing the small storm getting closer and closer, the young man from the Murong family had images of the tragic deaths of more than a thousand masters. Unable to hold on any longer, he screamed and begged for mercy, bursting into tears.
(End of chapter)
