Come!

After the sound of neither high nor low, there are red flames pouring out like a tide.

In the wind and snow, the Taoist started his hand and the invisible airflow spread, as if the void was moved by it, as if it was about to stir up a strong wind.

Inside and outside the northwest city, there was a moment of silence.

Not far away, the Yunni Taoist held his chest and pulled his back, his breath was restrained, and he was ready to go, and many talisman lights were bright and unstable in his body.

Looking at the Taoist who started slowly, he felt admiration in his heart, and it was also a pity.

Perhaps, the Taoist Zhenyan thirty years ago also had the best martial arts man in the world who competed with the old demon of Heishan, King Zhao of Xifu, the national teacher of Dali, and the sword god Mu Qingliu.

But in the end, he had less than the previous four people's savings from the thirty years before the great change of heaven and earth, and was deeply hurt. Not only did he say that his energy, energy, blood and life were empty, but he also lost the Tao fruit of his life to depend on each other.

In such a situation, the man still dared to stop the old Black Mountain demon who was about to retreat. His energy and courage really made him unable to move.

But, this is the old monster of Black Mountain!

In martial arts and immortals, the most powerful and evil person who has reached the top of the world, even if he has a seven-point thought, he is afraid he has no chance of winning...

"Brother Dao's will is admirable, but why bother to seek death..."

The old demon looked at it with a calm expression with regret:

"I regret it now, it's still time..."

Buzz!

Before the strong wind suddenly rose, Taoist Zhenyan took a step forward.

Click!

With just one step, it seemed that the backbone of the earth that reached the sky was shattered. Under everyone's gaze, the old Taoist who was as thin as a dead branch suddenly became full.

The vigorous and majestic blood and energy poured out, dyeing the omnipresent strong wind and snow red. In an instant, it seemed like a fire burning.

"I am not afraid of death, so why should you be afraid of death..."

In the blazing fire, golden light appeared, as if a golden lotus appeared. It was the "indestructible golden body" that the Taoist Zhenyan has condensed to the extreme!

Boom!

It was like a thunder falling and thunder exploded. The palm of the Zhenyan Taoist raised, and the plump fingers shone with jade-like light.

Just one pull, the wind, snow and red flames in the sky were wiped out, and many masters were all in their eyes, and they felt that the sky was suddenly pulled down.

The strong wind is gone, the wind and snow disappear, and the plains seem to no longer exist. Instead, it is replaced by a vast ocean of dark ink.

Dark clouds covered the roof, lightning and thunder roared, and a big fish jumped into the abyss, facing the wind and thunder of the nine heavens, and produced wings!

In the wind and snow, the sound waves echoed, desolate and lonely:

"I am already impatient to live..."

Rumble!

The sky was shocked, the strong wind blew, and the terrifying aura was everywhere, overwhelmingly pressing towards all directions. It was like the giant monster Kunpeng in myth that descended to the ocean, opening his mouth to swallow five hundred dragons.

"The rebellious move is absent, Kunpeng Fight!"

The old demon stood in the heavy snow with his hands in his hands. His expression was calm and calm. Until he saw this scattered move, his eyes fluctuated.

For the first time, there is solemnity.

"good!"

While revealing it in one word, the person's figure has disappeared into everyone's perception.

Instead, it is the extremely hot light and heat!

The Great Sun True Gang!

Boom!

It's like a big sun falling into the deep sea!

Before the terrifying ripples spread, the terrifying light and heat seemed to completely ignite the world and boil it!

"The dying body is still so powerful that it makes a family feel a little moved, but it's a pity..."

Amid the earth-shaking collision, the sound of still calm echoed in everyone's ears:

"If you want to divide life and death, you probably can't..."

...

...

boom!

In the wilderness, the goshawks crossed the wind and snow. Yang Yu stood above it, and the Ganlong let out another angry roar.

"Prime Yang!"

In the heavy wind and snow, the dragon-shaped energy rose into the sky, smashing the arrows as bright as meteors, and leaving traces that lasted for a long time in the sky.

The rushing airflow rolled up large areas of snow, and before it could fly, it was stimulated by blood and burned into water vapor in the sky.

"Little beast..."

Nie Longtian was extremely angry, and his soul-devouring fatigue made his mind shake.

The Martial Saint's will is in harmony with the world, and his energy and true energy are almost lacking, and with the help of Yunni Taoist.

Therefore, after chasing for seven days, Yang Yu was allowed to shoot down the flying eagle. His archery skills were so powerful that he could not get rid of him at all.

But what shocked him was that the stamina seemed to be endless. He had no decline after crossing it for seven days.

That's fine. There are many alien spirit birds in the world, and perhaps that goshawk is one of them.

But what puzzled him was that the boy's black iron arrow seemed to be inexhaustible...

So much so that one of his men and one bow actually suppressed the entire Flying Eagle Arrow Team and hundreds of archers!

How outrageous this is...

Trepidation!

In the distance, a whine sounded from the flying eagle, and it was not as good as getting close to Nie Longtian, and it was penetrated by an arrow.

At this point, the Flying Eagle Arrow Team that was surrounded and killed was thrown away by the two of them, and had no spare energy to support them.

"call!"

The strong smoke spread from Yang Yu's body. After seven days of chasing, he shot out thousands of arrows. Even if it was him, he felt extremely tired.

This is not only physical strength, but also the consumption of true energy, but also the fatigue from the soul.

"Nie Longtian..."

With the bow and arrow hanging down, Yang Yu felt his temples rushing, and his arms were full of excessive force.

I couldn't help but sit cross-legged, refining pills inside to restore my spirits.

During the seven-day pursuit battle, he almost shot down 80% of the Flying Eagle Arrow Team, and had also tried to strangle Nie Longtian with the talisman formation.

However, several attempts came back in vain.

But he was not too regretful. In the final analysis, when he left the city this time, half of him was to rescue Daoren Lin, and most of them wanted to lead Nie Longtian and a group of court masters away.

Preparation for Yu Jing to capture the two prefectures of Xingli.

"The Martial Saint will unite the heaven and earth. Unless the death battle is fought, there will be almost no lack of true energy... It is almost impossible for you to kill him."

Daoren Lin slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm, but his heart was shocked.

In fact, even if Yang Yu saved himself, he did not think that in his current state, he could escape the pursuit of the Martial Saint.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! First of all, the arrows will eventually be used up, and Yang Yu, who has no bows and arrows, cannot threaten Nie Longtian at all.

Secondly, the goshawk's physical strength is limited.

No matter how great a bird is, it cannot fly in the air forever.

However……

"It's hard to kill him."

Yu Yang nodded and had to admit it.

According to the Taoist Zhenyan and the Taoist Sloppy, the Ten Du and the Martial Saint are almost the same level as those of the Martial Saint, but there are huge differences between them.

Ninety percent of the strength of the ten capitals lies in the strength of the magical powers.

Just like the Taoist Yunni, he held the divine talisman book in his hand. If he gave him a long enough time to prepare, even if he challenged Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Palace, he would not be able to do so.

But if he was not prepared, he might not be stronger than Wang Muzhi.

The Martial Saint is different.

Any martial arts saint who practices martial arts at the top of the world is the best of light skills, horizontal practice, swords, fists and palms, and fighting skills.

Throughout the ages and the present, there may be ships capsized in the gutter of ten capitals, but the Martial Saint has never been recorded as being rebellious.

As powerful as Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Prefecture, he had no record of killing the Martial Saint before he became the Martial Saint.

But this does not mean that the Martial Saint is stronger than the Ten Capitals.

However, compared with martial arts, supernatural powers are "unreasonable".

Just like the "Blood Demon An Dao Ren" in the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain, his cultivation is far inferior to that of the sloppy Taoist. However, because of his strange magical powers, even if the latter is ten times stronger, he will never kill him.

For example, if Jiang Wu’s “Playing Qi” is a warrior of the same level who does not avoid it, and is squirted by his humming and ha’s two qi, his soul will be destroyed immediately.

"I want to kill Nie Longtian, with my cultivation at this time, it is not enough. But without the Flying Eagle Arrow Team, he can't even threaten me."

After calming down the boiling blood in his body, Yang Yu stretched out his hand to soothe the goshawk.

The goshawk, whose destiny has been changed, has far surpassed his muscles, bones, blood and energy, and is unlikely to fly at high intensity for seven days and nights.

This is because he burns his life to bless him.

But seven days and seven nights have reached its limit.

boom!

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a roar and looked at it suddenly.

I saw Nie Longtian rushing and stepping onto a mountain with a wind and stepping onto hundreds of feet high, and jumping up dozens of feet again under the push of the scorching blood.

"kill!"

The murderous intent echoes above the sky.

Wherever Nie Longtian passed, the air flow and wind within dozens and hundreds of feet were all activated by his extremely surging palm force.

Turn into a dragon-subduing palm and hit it from the air!

Still extremely fierce, still domineering and fierce, and still targeting goshawks...

Trepidation!

The goshawks whine, flapping their wings, and almost fell down again.

Yang Yu reacted quickly, holding a long bow in his hand, Qianlong opened his anger, and three arrows like meteors fell one after another, colliding with the terrifying palm force.

Above the long sky, large pieces of fire and debris burst out.

At the same time, Yang Yu turned over, put his hand on the claws of the eagle, and danced his true energy like a horse, driving all the aftermath of his palm power away from the outside.

The power of the Martial Saint Palm, even a strand, is enough to tear apart the black iron. Even if the goshawk has steel bars and iron bones, it cannot afford it at all.

call!

He turned over again, Yang Yu stood on the back of an eagle, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds. In the heavy wind and snow, Nie Longtian stood on the cliff, his face looked ugly, but he no longer chased after him.

It seems that he finally gave up.

"Hundreds of flying eagles, even with the wealth of the court, will never come again in a short time..."

At this point, Daoren Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

“There won’t be another next time.”

Yu Yang tried his best to put down his bow and arrow.

Just as he was about to say something, his heart suddenly became shocked. He didn't bother to talk to Daoren Lin, so he calmed down, endured the great fatigue, and forced himself to enter into meditation.

Buzz ~

Only where he could see, the light of the gluttonous meal was rising and falling, like a tide rolling, and the ancient and broken books of the underworld kept rising and falling.

"Is it Xingli Prefectures?! No, Yu Jing's movements could not be so fast. That's..."

As the thoughts flashed, Yang Yu felt his heart throbbing and couldn't help but open the book of the underworld.

Hurry ~

The faint light was like a tide, and the book of Ming was moved with its will. In an instant, Yang Yu had already seen the source that made his heart throbbed.
Chapter completed!