Yan Zhen saw that this man was living like a ghost from hell, with a skull-like head set on a thin body. He looked frightened and frightened.
. Yan Zhenzhi knew that this person was the Skeleton King, the master of Skeleton Castle. Not even talking to him, he flew forward to fight the Skeleton King fiercely.
The two faced each other tit for tat on the top of the Skull Castle, causing rubble and dust to fly around them. After more than thirty moves, the Lord of the Skeleton Castle felt that he was not strong enough. Every time Yan Zhen took a palm, his arms were numb and his internal organs were about to burst. But Yan Zhen is like a lion that is proud of all beasts in the world, more ferocious and fearless, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.
Just when the Skeleton King was about to retreat, Yan Zhenzao severely injured his chest with a palm and knocked the Skeleton King down under the castle. The Skeleton King held his chest in pain.
Seeing Yan Zhen galloping down from the top of the fort like a hawk, he let go of his palms and attacked him.
Before Yan Zhen arrived, he saw a sect of flames like a flaming phoenix, roaring into the darkness, rushing towards the Skeleton King.
Knowing that he couldn't dodge and was about to be burned by the fire, the Skeleton King would use his skull palm seals all over his body to barely resolve Yan Zhen's palm. However, he was hit two feet away by Yan Zhen's palm. He suddenly felt that his chest was hot, and a hot blood surged up, ready to spit out. The Skeleton King secretly used his energy to release his energy, trying to hold back his blood. But he shook his figure and almost fell to the ground.
At this time, Black and White quickly stepped forward to support the Skeleton King. Yan Zhen also stood proudly in front of the three people. Knowing that he was not Yan Zhen's opponent, the Skeleton King sighed: "The Flame Sword is indeed a unique skill. I will teach you after I have mastered the 'Immortal Divine Power, Blood Leaf Heavenly Sword'. After that, Black and White Shacan helped the Skeleton King in the night sky." Pass away in a flash.
Yan Zhen said to himself: "The Skull Castle is nothing more than this. Looking at the original martial arts world, who can defeat me?" After saying that, Yan Zhen laughed and walked away.
Not far after Skull Castle, there is a small town behind it. Just because the facade of the Skull Castle is dilapidated, the disciples in the castle are elusive and invisible. Therefore, people all suspected that this was an empty castle and not clean. Therefore, people rarely pay attention to it, so it is not known to the outside world.
Yan Zhen ran out of Skull Castle and found an inn in a small town. No one drinks here anymore. The younger brother rubbed his sleepy eyes and came to add some wine to Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen had just finished the battle and was in high spirits, not feeling sleepy at all. Drink alone until midnight.
By the time the waning moon hung high in the sky, he was already very drunk. Yan Zhen walked out of the inn crookedly carrying a jar of wine. The moonlight kept shining, and the dark dust drifted away in the wind in the middle of the night, and a hazy veil was unveiled in front of Yan Zhen. The houses on the street kept swaying, and the figure of a delicate and gentle woman came into Yan Zhen's eyes, accompanied by a faint fragrance. Yan Zhen hurried forward slowly, but he drank too much and could no longer catch up.
"Help!" Suddenly the woman's cry for help came over. Suddenly, the woman's figure disappeared in front of Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhenzong stepped forward, but when he landed on the ground, his feet failed to stand firm and he fell to the ground. Yan Zhen lay half-lying and took another sip of wine, becoming even more drowsy. However, he still managed to stand up and walk down the street. Before walking a few feet, I heard a noise behind me. When I looked back, I saw a group of swordsmen rushing toward me with swords in their hands.
The leader said: "It seems that this drunkard wants to save the girl, we can't spare his life!" As he said, someone had already slashed at Yan Zhen with a knife.
Yan Zhen was drunk and had not paid attention to what the visitor said, so it was even more difficult for him to avoid this attack. The swordsman struck him squarely on his left shoulder, causing blood to flow rapidly. Under the shock and pain, Yan Zhen sobered up a lot. He didn't care about the injury on his shoulder. He just stretched his right arm lightly and held the swordsman down. He exerted a slight force on his palm, and a ball of fire suddenly burned throughout the swordsman's body.
A group of people from behind came over with knives. Yan Zhen lifted the knife lightly and threw the man into the crowd, only to see the man fall to the ground. His whole body was like charcoal and there was no breath at all.
Yan Zhen used his right palm to stop the swordsman: "Wait a minute! The nameless ghost who is immortal under Yan's sword, who is his sect? Please tell me his name quickly!"
The first man with a sword said: "This is the place where Pingyin becomes Shangguan. Anyone who trespasses will die!"
Yan Zhen laughed: "Shangguan farewell rules should be changed. Pingyincheng will be razed to the ground tonight, and Yan will send you all to the netherworld together!"
As he spoke, Yan Zhen flew forward, using only one hand to hold back his drunkenness. Using the golden hook and iron hand, it is more than enough to monopolize Ping Yin's disciples. All the Pingyin disciples were beaten to pieces with broken bones and tendons, and fifty or sixty swordsmen were all maimed on the ground, wailing endlessly.
Yan Zhen slowly picked up the wine jar on the ground, took a few sips of wine, and said, "One hand is enough to deal with fish soldiers and shrimp generals!"
At this moment, a man suddenly got up from the ground and slipped away injured. Yan Zhen had already noticed it and was not in a hurry to catch up. He just stared at the swordsman to see where he was going.
Not long after, the swordsman escaped back to the main hall of Pingyin City with his remaining life. When he sees someone in the hall being defeated miserably, his eyes light up and his mouth often smiles with pride. He was drinking in the hall. This person is Shangguanbie, the lord of Pingyin City.
Seeing his men scurrying into the hall in panic, Shangguan Bi asked calmly: "Why are you so panicked?" His men knelt down and replied in panic: "I and all the brothers went out for inspection, but who would have expected that fifty or sixty people in my family were all injured by the same surname?" Most of them have died in Yan Ren’s hands.”
Shangguan Don't be furious: "A bunch of losers, go and meet him on behalf of my city lord!"
As soon as he finished speaking, bang! There was a sound of the door bursting, and Yan Zhenyang stood in the door with one palm: "No need, the hall master is here!"
The reporter timidly said: "That's him!"
"Yan Zhen!" Shangguan Bie said in shock.
Yan Zhen smiled and said: "Lord of Shangguan City, you are fine!"
Yan Zhenfu continued: "The Lord of Shangguan City stabbed someone in the Skull Castle and killed my father. Today Yan Zhen comes to visit, how do you reason?"
Shangguan Don't shout loudly: "Yan Zhen! We don't allow you to act recklessly in Pingyin City. After saying this, Shangguan Don't pull out the Crescent Moon sword and attack Yan Zhen directly. If the fight doesn't end well, Yan Zhen beats him to the ground. Down below, before he could start to escape, Yan Zhen had already cracked the case and pulled Shangguan Bi's head out of the case.
Shangguan Biji screamed for mercy, Yan Zhen sneered slightly, and hit his head with a palm, which was too horrible to watch. At this time, there were already crowds of Pingyin disciples outside the door, and they were all horrified when they saw this.
Yan Zhen shouted: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!" As he spoke, he slapped back, bang! There was a loud bang, and the doors and windows behind them were hit, causing red flames to fly out. Everyone was so frightened that anyone who dared to come forward ran away.
