Holy biography.
This name, which once made the martial arts community in the Central Plains tremble and then disappeared for more than 20 years, was re-circulated today in the little-known place of Daomakan in the northwest.
The two old men, Fu Changqing and Tie Zhongtang, changed their expressions violently when they heard this.
The two looked at each other, both seeing fear in each other's eyes.
The fear in their hearts did not all come from the man in white, but from the power represented by the name behind the man in white.
The man in white, Chong Yuan, looked at the two of them coldly at this moment and sneered: "Two old men, which one of you will step forward to die first?"
With a contemptuous expression, a leering look, and a tone of hatred, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to the two old men at all, or in other words, he didn't care at all.
In his eyes, those were already two dead people.
Fu Changqing's face darkened and he clenched his fists. Tie Zhongtang's eyes were as blazing as fire. Hearing the arrogant words coming from Chong Yuan's mouth, his brows suddenly raised in anger, and the joints of his clenched fists crackled.
Tie Zhongtang had already become famous in the northwest thirty years ago. He was highly skilled in martial arts, good at marksmanship, and was a chivalrous man. With a black iron spear in his hand, he founded the "Iron Spear Sect" in the northwest martial arts world. Racecourse" Yan Shouyang has a close personal relationship. He has been respected by his peers for decades and has never been so humiliated as he is today.
Although he was extremely afraid of Chong Yuan in his heart, he could not control the anger in his heart.
Before Tiezhongtang could attack, the three men from the Iron Gun Sect behind him couldn't bear it anymore. The man who spoke before said angrily: "What a bastard! How dare you be so arrogant and rude to my master? Then don't blame me for teaching you a lesson." I'm back."
This man seems to be unclear about Chong Yuan's identity.
"Very good." Chong Yuan sneered, not bothering to raise his eyes to look at the man, "Since the gate of hell has been opened, I don't care about sending a few more people in."
"You are looking for death!" The man had a violent temper. He stamped his feet on the ground in anger, jumped up suddenly, and flew towards Chong Yuan.
Chong Yuan's expression did not change, he raised his eyes sideways, and threw the wine bowl away with a wave of his hand.
His movements were casual and his technique was understated. But the wine bowl was as fast as lightning. Before the man who flew towards him had time to react, the wine bowl hit his heart instantly.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the wine bowl shattered in the man's heart. Then the man's eyes bulged out, and blood spurted out of his mouth. And his flying body was immediately hit by the wine bowl and flew backwards, knocking over a wooden table and falling heavily to the ground.
The man raised his extremely frightened face, opened his mouth, and then immediately collapsed, dying.
Fu Tie and Fu Tie's expressions changed, and they were shocked...
The shopkeeper, Lao Ma, was so frightened that he froze on the spot.
"Junior brother..."
When the other two men saw that their fellow disciple was killed instantly, they were immediately shocked and angry. While shouting at the same time, they each pulled out the strip of baggage on their backs, and then the rags were scattered. In the hands of the two men, there were two short black iron spears more than three feet long. , flew towards Chong Yuan again.
The Iron Spear Sect is famous for its marksmanship in the Northwest. Although the two men took action with anger, their bodies were strong and their spears were like dragons. It was obvious at a glance that they had a glimpse of the marksmanship and their cultivation was not bad.
But Chong Yuan remained motionless and stared coldly. Seeing the four short spears approaching like the wind, he moved his shoulders and waved his right hand, and the white cloak on his body came out, like a white cloud flying over the two of them. go out.
The cloak was rolled out, revealing a green robe.
The white cloak was as light as a cloud, but there was a surge of hidden power, and it instantly covered the two men with guns and arms.
At the same time, the two men's rapid swooping force was immediately forced to stop.
When the two of them were shocked, they saw Chong Yuan slightly turning his head to look at the two of them. A faint scarlet aura suddenly appeared on Junya's cold face. Then he turned his right hand and the white cloak tightened suddenly. The two of them were separated for a moment. He couldn't move either.
As Chong Yuan turned his wrist, scarlet blood threads appeared between his fingers. Those scarlet blood threads seemed to grow in the wind, and suddenly they wrapped around the two men along the cloak.
The two men suddenly felt that their bodies were entangled by thousands of venomous snakes. They wanted to abandon their guns and retreat, but they couldn't break free.
The two of them felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Two old men," Chong Yuan held the two of them with his right hand and said coldly to Fu Tie, "I will use the lives of these three people to clear the way for you two first."
Following those gloomy words, Chong Yuan's arms trembled slightly, bloodshot scarlet energy surged, and the two men screamed, and their bodies immediately fell back.
As the two people retreated, their arms, legs, feet, heads and trunks were silently disconnected one after another, like two broken dolls, with their broken flesh and blood scattered on the ground as blood sprayed out.
The bloody and strange scene immediately filled the tavern with a vomiting smell.
The shopkeeper, Lao Ma, screamed out of his wits. His legs were like sieves, and a fishy smell came out from between his legs. He was so frightened that he peed.
Then he rushed out of the tavern like a madman, rolling and crawling, and then his ghostly cry came from outside: "Killing, killing..."
There was a deathly silence in the tavern.
"ah……!"
After a while, Tie Zhongtang, who had regained consciousness, let out a shrill wail. He looked at the bloody and bloody human body fragments on the ground, as if he had been struck by lightning, and froze in place with his mouth wide open.
Those three men were the most outstanding disciples of his Iron Gun Sect, and they were very pleased with themselves. In order to go to the Sunset Racecourse this time, he deliberately took the three people with him. The purpose was to let them come out and see the world. However, they never expected that before they arrived at the Sunset Racecourse, the three of them died suddenly in the pub in Daomakan. Still, their bodies were not intact! How can such a blow not be heartbreaking?
This old man, who has been involved in the world of northwest China for decades, had tears all over his face. Those horrific memories that had been buried for many years flooded him again.
The young man by the window suddenly stood up. The indifferent look on his face had long disappeared. He stared at Chong Yuan, with a surprised but angry look in his eyes.
Even though he had traveled to thousands of mountains and rivers and experienced countless wind and rain, he had never seen such a cruel and bloody scene of killing people like animals.
He couldn't think of words to express such a scene.
"Forbidden God Dharma!" Fu Changqing suddenly exclaimed.
Fu Changqing was shaking all over, and his face was also filled with fear. He pointed at Chong Yuan and shouted sharply: "Forbidden God! Are you actually the leader of the Holy King?"
He was almost blind!
Chong Yuan was still sitting and took a deep breath. The smell of blood and blood in the room seemed to make him extremely excited. He let out a devilish laugh and said, "Old man, I told you that when you remember it, I will surprise you."
"You...you really deserve to die!" Fu Changqing's thin body trembled, exuding an evil aura.
Chong Yuan ignored his insults. He stared at Fu Changqing, appreciating Fu Changqing's pain, fear, grief and anger with the eyes of a peerless painting. At the same time, there was a strangely happy expression on his face, even mixed with a bit of joy.
Fu Changqing, whose chest was heaving violently, suddenly let out a long breath, and his fierce expression gradually calmed down, because he already understood that facing this demon-like person, it was meaningless to be filled with grief and anger, and it would not change today's fate. .
Chong Yuan then said slowly: "You were once one of the four heavenly kings in the Holy Tradition. More than twenty years later, you still recognize the Forbidden God. Do you think I should feel pity for you or should I feel sorry for you?" Are you applauding?"
"The Forbidden God Technique has always been qualified to be practiced by only the kings of the Holy Legend. How could I, Fu Minghe, not remember this cruel and heretical method?" Fu Changqing said: "No wonder I felt vaguely towards you as soon as you entered the door. Some vague impressions. So, you were also a person who participated in that bloody battle?"
Fu Changqing looked at the green-robed Chongyuan who was still sitting carefully again, and after a long time he said with some surprise: "I remembered, it turns out that you were one of the six close saints of the Moon Flower back then!"
Chong Yuan sneered and said: "Old man, it seems that your memory is not bad. When you were in an important position in the Holy Tradition, you could still remember a teenage saint next to the former leader. Based on this, I’ll make your death more painful.”
Fu Changqing's face twitched.
Chong Yuan looked at Fu Changqing as if he were looking at a dead thing: "Fu Changqing, back then you betrayed the Holy Tradition, causing the leader to die in the Central Plains, and thousands of followers to die in foreign lands. Carrying such a blood debt, I wonder if you can still sleep peacefully after so many years? Do you ever have any regrets in your heart?"
Hearing this, Fu Changqing was silent for a moment, then looked up to the sky and smiled: "A man does what he does, and he does it. He doesn't need to say what is right or wrong. There is nothing he regrets." He suddenly sighed, "The only thing I regret is The words of worship back then did not wake up the leader, which led to the irreversible ending."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Hearing this, Chong Yuan couldn't help but burst into a gloomy and angry smile. His elegant face was covered with ice: "Old man, although you are a sinner of my holy heritage through the ages, you have not lost your integrity. No wonder the leader trusted you so much. But It’s because of the leader’s trust that he can’t believe that you betrayed him until his death! So now that the Holy Legend has made a comeback, it is to recover this blood debt, and the first one to kill is you, Fu Minghe!”
"For more than twenty years, I have not forgotten you for a moment. I also know that sooner or later you will come to the Central Plains again. I just didn't expect you to come so soon." Fu Changqing murmured: "I am indeed a fan of the Holy Legend. A sinner. But for righteousness, I do not regret my choice."
"Righteousness?" Chongyuan seemed to have heard a big joke. He sneered disdainfully: "What a reason to claim to be noble. What you call great righteousness can be compared with the countless living lives of the saints who once regarded you as their relatives. In exchange for it!"
There were tears rolling in Fu Changqing's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "The lives of the people of the Holy Legend are their lives, but those people in the Central Plains are also raised by their parents! Just for a moment of pleasure, countless people have to shed their blood for thousands of miles. This Is this the teaching of the original Holy Tradition?”
"You can say these words to the leader and countless saints in hell." Chongyuan said coldly: "Now, as the new head of the saints, I will sentence you for your crimes in the name of the Holy God. I wonder if you still remember what happened to the traitors to the Holy Tradition?"
"It's really not easy for you to become the leader of the Saint King at such an age." Fu Changqing said leisurely: "No matter how terrible the outcome is, it is nothing more than the word death. I have long looked down on life and death. It's just a pity that after so many years, Now, it seems that you are still thinking about how to create catastrophe with your own hands. From the moment the saint stepped into the Central Plains, the Holy Legend has never been able to return to its original intention. Already..."
"Shut up! Old man, you still dare to mention the saint!" Chong Yuan's face suddenly became distorted and ferocious, and he shouted angrily: "Did you know that among the saints nowadays, it is the saint who hates you traitors the most? If not You and someone named Qiu, how could the Saint..." He suddenly stopped, and then said with a ferocious smile: "Everyone who participated in the massacre of my Holy Legend, no matter who they are, will be killed wherever they are now. There is no way to escape being purged, because blood debts can only be washed away with blood.”
Fu Changqing's indifferent expression of life and death couldn't help but tremble, and then he stared at Chong Yuan and said: "As I guessed, the current leader of the Holy Mission should be the saint of the year, Yue Wuque, right?"
Chong Yuan snorted coldly: "That's right. Now, apart from me, the Holy Tradition Master Yue has led the Holy Tradition's four heavenly kings, six saints and twelve days to guard the north, and will soon break through the Central Plains martial arts world. You, Tie There is also Yan Shouyang in the middle hall, who is the same as before. You are very lucky and unfortunate, because you will all be sacrifices for the Holy Legend to start the road of revenge."
"Under the king's head, there are four heavenly kings, six saints, and twelve heavenly guards?" Fu Changqing suddenly changed his expression and said loudly: "Impossible, I don't believe that you can fully recover in just twenty years! And Yue Wuque There is no ability to become the leader of the Holy Mission unless..."
His expression suddenly changed, and he shouted in horror: "Unless she...unless she has..." Fu Changqing seemed to have remembered something very terrible, and even his words were tied up.
"As the biological daughter of the former leader, why can't she become the new leader?" Chong Yuan's face was twisted and ferocious. Although he did not directly answer Fu Changqing's question, this sentence had confirmed Fu Changqing's guess.
"It's a pity that you won't have the chance to see her again." Chong Yuan said with a strange smile.
Tiezhongtang, who had been trapped in nightmare memories, suddenly woke up. He slapped the table with one hand, and the strip of baggage bounced up and fell into his hand. Two black iron short spears were revealed among the pieces of cloth flying around.
Tie Zhongtang was filled with grief and anger. He held a short spear in each hand, and then the two spears connected, and the short spears suddenly connected into a seven-foot long spear.
"You beast, give my disciple his life!"
Tie Zhongtang's anger had overwhelmed his senses. He shook his spear and the table in front of him shattered into pieces, and he was about to pounce on Chong Yuan.
Fu Changqing hurriedly stopped him and said in a deep voice: "Brother Tie, don't be impulsive!"
Tie Zhongtang's eyes were red, and when he heard this, he said sternly: "Brother Fu, this person is a remnant of the Demon Sect, and his methods are cruel. Don't let him go!"
Fu Changqing said in a deep voice: "I know. He is the leader of the Holy Legend, and he came well prepared. We are not the only two targets. Now I am afraid that they have also targeted Sunset Racecourse. The two of us cannot stay at the same time. Here, someone must go and notify Yan Shouyang, otherwise it will be too late."
Tie Zhongtang's body was shaken, his expression was horrified, and he said angrily: "The centipede insects are dead but not stiff! If I had known that they would reappear today, I should have driven them all away and killed them all, leaving no one alive!"
Fu Changqing's expression changed a few times, and finally he said resolutely: "Brother Tie, it's useless to talk too much. Get out of here quickly, and let me hold him back and buy you time..."
Chong Yuan said as if he was watching a good show: "You two old men really don't take me seriously if you still want to play tricks in front of me!"
"I have long had the consciousness of death," Fu Changqing said with awe-inspiring aura, "But before I die, I cannot let you stain the Central Plains with blood again. Even if I can't kill you, you can't succeed easily."
Chong Yuan laughed wildly, the sound shook the roof, and he said in a low voice: "It's just you? You're blocking the car with your mantis arm, where do you get the confidence?"
"Whether it's life or death, you have to give it a try." Fu Changqing said coldly: "Brother Tie, what are you waiting for?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward and struck Chong Yuan with a palm.
Tie Zhongtang was hesitant for a moment. He was extremely anxious, not knowing whether he should attack together or take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
But he saw Chong Yuan's eyes flashing fiercely, still sitting upright, raising his eyebrows, and then struck out with a palm.
When the two palms met, they heard a loud earthquake. Fu Changqing's thin body was shaken and his face turned red.
Don't look at him, he is over fifty years old, but his cultivation is so advanced.
When Chong Yuan took over, he still maintained his sitting posture without moving at all, but the bench under his butt was shattered.
He stood up suddenly, but did not withdraw his palm. Instead, he took a step forward. Scarlet energy suddenly appeared in his palm, and then he struck again.
Fu Changqing suddenly felt a sinister force coming from the opponent's palm, and his expression suddenly changed again. He seemed to be particularly afraid of the "Forbidden God Technique". He immediately lost his temper in his dantian, a cold air surged all over his body, and he attacked with a palm with all his strength.
The two palms were connected, but there was no astonishing energy between the two people like the first palm. However, the two palms seemed to be stuck together and could not be separated. Fu Changqing's eyes suddenly popped out and he took several steps back.
Chong Yuan followed the situation and pressed forward. He still had time to speak to those who were struggling with his physical training. He sneered: "Fu Changqing, it turns out that you have not neglected your martial arts in these years, and your skills are still there! But you know that the Forbidden God Dharma is your evildoer." He is the nemesis of the Palm, but he still chooses to fight me head-on. He really looks down upon death."
Fu Changqing took a steady step and sank half a foot into the ground. Hearing this, he said coldly: "You are not bad at all. You can actually practice the Forbidden God Technique to such a level. It really surprises me! But I also said that even if I can't kill you, , but don’t think about letting me die so easily!”
Chong Yuan burst into laughter, "It would be easy for me to kill you, but I especially like to see your embarrassment in your dying struggle, so that you can carefully taste the pain of my missing you for more than twenty years."
Although his words were frivolous, the power in his palm was extremely dangerous. As the palm force moved, a layer of scarlet blood spread from his fingers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly penetrated into Fu Changqing's palm.
Fu Changqing's face suddenly changed, and he found that those bloodshot threads were frantically absorbing his power.
He gritted his teeth and groaned, then raised his other hand and pressed it on his arm. A powerful force of coldness suddenly shot out from the meridians of his arm, blasting towards the bloodshot layer of horrific memories.
The two people's zhenqi collided, and Fu Changqing's palm was immediately surrounded by cold air, and a thin layer of ice formed on the palm, covering the blood.
Chong Yuan's face did not change, and he sneered when he saw this: "I have known for a long time that your Yin Sha Palm skill is said to be a unique skill in the holy tradition. Now after witnessing it with my own eyes, I have discovered that it is nothing more than mediocre."
In his contemptuous tone, he was as calm as a mountain.
Fu Changqing said nothing, his face turning from black to green. Although he was several dozen years older than Chong Yuan, and he had never stopped practicing in these years, but at this moment, the two of them were trying to compete with each other to achieve their true strength, but they were at odds with each other.
Fu Changqing didn't speak, but he was still extremely surprised in his heart, because he knew very well what kind of terrifying power the "Forbidden God Technique", a weird and unparalleled kung fu, contained. Moreover, this kung fu was extremely difficult to practice, so only the King of Saints had always been able to master it. The first one is qualified to practice. However, Chong Yuan is only thirty-four years old, and he has already practiced the "Forbidden God Technique" to such a level of proficiency. This shows that he has extraordinary talent. And the reason why he can become the king's leader second only to the leader in the holy legend is logical.
When Tiezhongtang saw Fu Changqing's face turning blue, he secretly thought something was wrong.
In desperation, he had made a decision. He gritted his teeth, then held his gun like Taigong was fishing and shouted loudly: "Brother Fu, you and I have known each other for many years, and we have respected each other as lifelong confidants. Now that a disaster is approaching, how can I abandon you?"
He roared angrily, and as he stepped forward to fly, the spear turned into a black dragon-like sharp edge and stabbed straight towards Chong Yuan.
This spear has a name, called Qinglong Xianzhao.
"Well done!" Chong Yuan faced the enemy with a palm, but remained calm and composed. He said in a long voice: "If you want to die so much, then I will help you first!"
He was doing two things at once, and with a wave of his sleeve, he turned into a ball of green shadow and wrapped around the fierce spear head.
Tiezhongtang has been immersed in marksmanship for decades and has very superb skills. And his marksmanship is different from the general marksmanship in the martial arts. It is a unique method that evolved from the battle formation in the army. There are not too many changes in moves, only simple and effective techniques for killing enemies. Therefore, when this shot was fired, it had the power of thunder to hit Huanglong directly.
