Dong!
This is the first real collision that has happened to the two for a long time.
The picture has not yet appeared in Zhang Lingfeng's red eyes, and the power that is indescribable to describe has completely exploded after breaking through the Golden Light Curse.
If the water bag was poked by a heavy hammer, the sticky plasma burst into blood mist in no time.
The Golden Light Curse of Protecting the Body, True Gang, Blood and Qi, True Qi...
The force of the fist was not only destroyed, but also destroyed. The huge roar could not spread, and almost all the blood and flesh were squeezed out. The figure like a skeleton had been slapped to the ground.
The mud and sand are rising, and cracks are cracked.
"puff!"
It was not until this moment that the sound of the blood fog exploded was transmitted to everyone's ears.
Dead, dead?!
Looking at the blood mist that exploded, the plain was silent inside and outside.
The two of them collided too quickly, so fast that most of the people except the grandmasters present did not react.
Only when the blood mist explodes and the figures fall to the ground can the sound waves roar like thunder.
Then I realized that the outcome was decided?
"Win!"
Feeling the weak breath that fell to the bottom of the valley, like a candle in the wind, Lin Qitian finally let go of the bowstring, stood unsteadily for a moment, and sweated like slurry.
He was seriously injured twice, and even he couldn't hold on.
"Yang Yu..."
Yu Jing let go of his ten fingers, the lightning disappeared, and he looked at the young swordsman standing in the wind, and was shocked for a moment.
For many years, he was in charge of the Wanxiang Mountain Sect. I don’t know how much information this person is about as a “principal uncle” has been seen.
However, even though his expectations for him were raised at one point, it seemed that he was still low at this time.
He has not yet clarified how Zhang Lingfeng refines Longyuan City into a temple without hiding everyone, but his power is self-evident.
If it were other places, with the means of Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian, one person could suppress and kill him. However, in this case, one person could suppress two great masters.
Even if Prison Yang had not arrived suddenly, there was a possibility of winning the battle and reaching the top.
"Victed!"
"This lunatic is dead!"
"This lunatic is dead!"
After a brief silence, bursts of uncontrollable screams came from the crowd in the distance, and even applauded.
Before, under the shadow of ghosts and gods, they almost thought they were dead. At this time, they saw that the initiator was defeated, so they naturally felt very happy.
Only the direction where the Dragon Yuan King's chariot was located was silent.
Looking at the vague figure in the mud, the old woman's heart was sore and her eyes couldn't help but turn red:
"Second..."
Yu Fengxian had no feelings for this second uncle, but when he saw that the old woman's voice was trembling, he had to comfort her.
On the contrary, the old prince who was dying had a hint of relief on his face. He plucked up his remaining strength and tried his best to grab the old woman's arm.
Sexy and stern:
"Let him die!"
Seeing the old woman nodded silently, she felt relieved and fainted.
Huh!
The air waves emptied by huge force filled the gaps, and the strong wind blew away the sweat that was like clouds after Yang Yu relaxed.
With the rapid increase and doubled force, the pressure on him was also extremely great.
This breath seemed to be spitting out a cloud of mist.
Crack ~
When the knife was inserted into the sheath, the muscles and bones were gently twisted, and the bowstrings were shaking. The sound of tigers and dragons roaring was not long after, the sound gradually became smaller.
Like continuous pearls falling on jade plates, crisp and pleasant.
The physical strength is long and without any shortcuts, but after bearing the heavy pressure, Yang Yu could feel that his flesh was tighter.
It feels like after a heavy hammer is hit, the impurities are removed and it is more refined.
"call!"
A breath of turbid air was exhaled, and Yang Yu looked at Zhang Lingfeng, who was roaring and laughing bitterly.
To be precise, it was the fate that could not be seen clearly until this time.
【Zhang Lingfeng】
【Fate: White Wolf with Horn】
[Fate number: one purple, four gold, two red and two blue]
[The judge enters a dream (lilac), has a noble birth (lilac), a genius of Taoism (lilac), opens the entrance (lilac), the fate of kings and princes (lilac), high aura and proud heart (lilac), good fortune (lilac), paranoid becomes crazy (lilac), vengeance (lilac) and vengeance (lilac)]
‘The white wolf on the horn? It’s indeed the judge…’
Yang Yu's eyes condensed and fell to the end.
That's
【Judge ceremony is underway】
The vitality of the Grand Master is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
At this moment, Zhang Lingfeng was like a skeleton whose flesh and blood had been removed. He had only a little membrane connected, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.
Even, can make sounds:
"I'm not willing, I'm not willing..."
His voice was hoarse and distorted, but Yang Yu had no intention of listening to what he had to do, and he was about to knock him out with his last breath.
He didn't know what the judge's ceremony was, but there was no doubt that the ceremony had not been interrupted, which meant that the person in front of him had not given up on his struggle.
"Hiss Yang."
At this time, the sound from afar summoned Yang Yu, the old woman who was untied of her qi and blood and internal breath.
The old woman, who was nearly ninety years old and covered in frost, bowed to Warden Yang for a long time.
"What are you?"
Yu Yang reached out to support him, but frowned.
He thought the old woman wanted to come and plead, but she didn't want her to bow and said:
"If Lao Shi gave birth to this evil son, let Lao Shi take over his sins..."
"Um?"
"grandmother."
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, but Yu Fengxian was worried and grabbed her sleeve:
"I'll do it!"
She felt unbearable.
The old woman only has three sons in her life. Her father died young and her third uncle became a monk and lost his common destiny. To some extent, Zhang Lingfeng was the only child.
It would be too cruel to ask her to kill her parents.
"Hahaha!"
Amid the intermittent laughter, Zhang Lingfeng actually forced himself to flip his body. He stared at the old woman, as if crying and laughing:
"Mom, you're going to kill me..."
The old woman's body trembled:
"This may be your life..."
"life!"
Almost coughed out his throat, and Zhang Lingfeng's bloody face was covered with ferociousness:
"Isn't that fruit you gave me?!"
"I……"
The old woman's expression turned dark. Yang Yu suddenly took action, and took a step ahead of her and broke his head with heavy hands.
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Plasma blood flows across the board.
"you?"
The old woman's body stiffened and she sighed immediately:
"I'm sorry for you..."
“He is delaying time.”
Looking at the completely dim night, Yang Yu looked solemn:
"Today is Ghost Festival!"
"Um?!"
Yu Fengxian was stunned, but Lin Qitian's expression changed drastically when he leaned forward.
Following Yang Yu's gaze, the crowd looked at the sky, and saw that there was a strong fog in the deep night.
This fog did not come from Longyuan City, but was generated out of thin air. Once it appeared, the fog covering the plain was attracted.
Rolling and converging in the deep night, faintly, an indescribable door seemed to float in the mist.
Rumble!
Thunder sounded in the cloudless night.
“That’s…”
Feeling the moment the door appeared, the desolate aura of ancient times drooping down, Lin Qitian, Yu Jing and others' expressions changed.
"According to ancient legend, July 14th is the Ghost Festival. After nightfall, the Ghost Gate will be closed, and there will be a group of demons out of the cage at the right time, and hundreds of ghosts will travel at night..."
Lin Qitian murmured to himself.
Not only him, most of the people present have heard of similar legends.
But from ancient times to the present, how can there be ghosts recorded in the book?
So much so that if it weren't for Yang Yu's mention of the "Ghost Festival", and this strange gate appeared in the night, everyone would not even think of it.
"Maybe this is his ceremony?"
Yu Jing spoke, and he looked at Yang Yu, Lin Qitian, and Wei Zhengxian with a look of surprise:
"But, there is really a gate of hell in this world?"
Is there any gates of hell in this world?
Yang Yu didn't know, and the others were silent, just looking at the night sky. As Zhang Lingfeng's breath stopped, the fog in the air also disappeared.
Naturally, the strange and ancient gate disappeared.
"This boy is really cruel. If there is a gate of hell..."
As he said that, Lin Qitian couldn't continue.
He didn't know if there were any ghosts walking at night after the Ghost Gate, but in the dark, he noticed the danger. If the door was really opened.
Just afraid...
"This, this evil son is going to open the gates of hell?"
The old woman was cold all over and sweated on her forehead. She suddenly slapped herself hard.
"grandmother!"
Yu Fengxian hurriedly grabbed her.
"I was soft-hearted for a while and almost caused a disaster..."
He bowed to Yang Yu with a pale face. Before he could reply, the old woman had already covered her face and left.
Yu Fengxian had something to say, but at this time he had to keep up and leave.
"well……"
Seeing this scene, Lin Qitian couldn't help but sigh:
"It's no wonder that the old princess is. In fact, how many people in this world can attack their children?"
Yu Yang nodded.
It’s selfless and easy to say, but how easy is it to do it?
Not to mention that old woman, looking at the audience, including Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, Yu Jing, Ren Xiaoxiao and other great masters, including himself.
Who can be so clean and decisive?
call!
He stopped for a long time until he absorbed Zhang Lingfeng's dispersed fate one by one.
After the last time he had no fate, he had only a few fates at this time. He saw a higher fate again, and he didn't want to let go of the little gourd in the cauldron.
At this time, the night was already dark.
There were not many people on the plains, and most of the people had already escaped before, and the rest dispersed after Zhang Lingfeng's death.
Of course, there are still people watching from afar, not knowing whether they are martial artists in the martial arts world or spies from various families.
Lin Qitian and Wei Zhengxian also said goodbye to leave one after another, and wanted to recover from the wounds.
Those who were keen on the East Factory did not get close to him, only Yu Jing. After waiting for a while, he didn't know what he remembered and left.
"The ceremony to suppress evil seals has not been completed. Is it necessary to clear all the unrest?"
After glanced at the buzzing evil seal in the tripod, Yang Yu pressed his mind and walked towards Longyuan City.
At this time, the wind was high and the night was thick, but there was a man holding his hands in front of the city tower, waiting quietly.
Chapter completed!