...
...
Huh ~
The goshawk flapped his wings and crossed the night sky.
Under the starry sky, the snowy land is getting farther away, and the tall city gates located between mountains and rivers are very small here.
Yu Yang lowered his eyes and looked down, and he had a good eye.
You can see at a glance that many Baizhou elite riders led by Feng Junzi bowed to see him off, and even saw the soft and soft brothers Yu Dao Ren, Ku Ni, Qi Changfa, and Lin An who were about to leave.
"That Feng Junzi is very wary of us..."
Qin Si, who had just mastered the true energy, took the initiative to open the true energy to resist the violent whistling air flow, which is also a martial arts practice.
Behind her, the white dog was trembling and stared at the bloody corpse of the seven-hole, and its hair exploded.
A great master-level warrior can die without being damaged, and will last for many years, let alone this one.
His aura was so heavy that the white dog and goshawk dared not approach it for a while. Even if he approached under Yang Yu's scolding, he could not calm down at all.
The white dog was just furious, while the goshawk was crazy and it seemed like it was soaring. It took nearly 1,200 miles in half an hour...
"What else? I bowed my head and gave my life, wife, children, and the level and territory with both hands?"
Yu Yang is not surprised:
"We don't have the aura of domineering power..."
"Is it the overlord's aura?"
Please pull the temples, Qin Si shook her head slightly:
"He seems to be smart and wise, but he doesn't know the reason why he is alone and difficult to keep. When Prince Zhao was there, Tianlang was ready to move. He was gone. How could he keep this pass?"
"It's not that he doesn't understand, but he doesn't want to."
Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Yu's heart seemed to be clear.
Everything has its pros and cons.
He cleared out the vast majority of the gentry in Northwest Road, and paid off enough money and grain for the people in the entire Northwest Road for several years. All matters were not restricted by the gentry.
Similarly, he also offended the gentry in the world.
Even if Feng Junzi wanted to surrender, his family would never agree. For Yang Yu, he kept the precepts and went from his own way out.
He himself strictly abides by this law and will not be kind to him.
Therefore, when they returned this time, the two tacitly skipped the matter and ignored it. Feng Junzi didn't know how to speak, while Yang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to it.
He had no intention of winning over the gentry, and had a secret heart and a book of life and death in his hand. He did not need to select talents from the gentry.
Yang Yu did not say it bluntly, but Qin Si was smart and had already guessed what he meant. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start, but just sighed softly:
"Prince Zhao is the pillar of the Ming Dynasty's heaven. When he goes, he really doesn't know how chaos will be in the world..."
Yang Yu was silent.
Only after experiencing this battle did he truly realize Zhang Xuanba's supreme deterrence. Perhaps he had not come out of seclusion for decades, but he also suppressed the whole world.
With his own strength, he might not be able to withstand the ten states of the Ming Dynasty, but he could kill anyone who dared to offend the border and be called the king.
Whether it is the old demon of Black Mountain or the Dali Fanruyi.
For a moment, neither of them had any interest in talking. After a long silence, Yang Yu took out the silk book that Zhang Xuanba had finally handed over to him.
A book of silk books, thirty or fifty pages, is the first person in the world who sorts out martial arts, starting from the blood exchange to the human immortal.
From shallow to deep, it is extremely detailed, and even includes how to avoid qi and blood agitation during the first blood exchange, as well as various things that beginners need to pay attention to.
Looking through silently, Yang Yu proved himself and felt thoughtful.
Because it is the first draft, this silk book has extremely distinct personal characteristics. Zhang Xuanba is to analyze his own advantages and disadvantages.
“……The thirteen blood exchanges have been revealed by our predecessors. Although it is not the best, it is the most peaceful and suitable for the public.
But the five levels of foundation building are too general. I think that whether it is like a cow or a dragon, it is still in the category of blood exchange. The theory of the five levels needs to be subdivided..."
"Rents, skin, bones, organs, marrow, brain... Martial arts, in the final analysis, are the control of oneself. It is better to divide the five levels into six levels, which can be promoted by blood exchange, from the outside to the inside, and change oneself..."
"It is actually meaningless to practice internally and externally. The path of martial arts must be cultivated both internally and externally, and neither is missing..."
...
Thousands of words are Zhang Xuanba's understanding of the Thirteen Blood Transformation and the "Six Levels of Foundation Building", and the latter is similar.
It was not until the entrance hall was opened that there was a change.
"Will! The will of the Martial Saint is formed by the gathering of spiritual thoughts and soul thoughts. Treat it as a person, the spiritual thoughts are the will of fist, and the soul is the body.
The six levels of foundation building can also be used in this! Treat your will as a person, and refine all the tendons, skin, bones, organs, marrow, and brain of the 'that'!"
Seeing this, Yang Yu's eyes froze.
Here, there is an unheard of change.
"Treat will as human beings..."
Yu Yang murmured in his heart.
Below is Zhang Xuanba's detailed explanation of how to practice "will". The information is ten times higher than before.
This is a method of practice that has never been seen before, from the great master to the Martial Saint, and then to the Martial Saint, and above the Martial Saint.
"The three elements return to one, and only when the five internal organs are close to the five internal organs. The five internal organs hide the spirit, spirit, soul, spirit, essence, and the five energys are integrated, and the will will be born...
The will of vagueness, how can we practice? I compared the will of the three elements and five qi to the innate qi...
This Qi is the root of a human being, and it is like a newborn baby. It is filled with the six levels of foundation building. If it is completed, then the martial arts will be perfect.
By then, every boxing will have life. Wherever the boxing palms reach, it will be like a formation of soldiers, rushing to the chaotic army, and it will naturally be invincible.
...Only when the spirit and flesh are united, the gods are hidden, and only then can the humans and immortals be there!"
At this point, Yang Yu felt dazed, as if he had seen the old prince preaching in person, which was deafening.
"Human Immortal..."
...
...
Rumble!
With a shocking roar, the huge Fengtian Hall fell from mid-air and fell on the wasteland hundreds of miles outside Longyuan City.
It's like a meteor falling to the ground!
In an instant, the earth cracked, and countless mud and sand surged into the sky, reaching dozens of feet high.
The smoke and dust spread, like thousands of earth dragons trampling on all directions, and the sky was like.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Trepidation!
Above the sky, thousands of flying eagles made shrill screams, disintegrating one after another, and even unable to form a formation.
Many masters in the Shen Ce Army looked into the distance in great horror.
A light blue cloud mist floated and fell from the sea of ​​clouds, which was a giant that was beyond anyone's imagination.
How many thousand pounds?
Tens of thousands of kilograms?
Far more than that!
"That's, whale?!"
Looking at the huge blue-colored monster, the many people watching the battle from afar were all shocked.
This scene is too spectacular.
Compared to Fan Ru's push to the four fields and defeating the commander of Hanshan, the Shen Ce Army was much more shocking.
The big whales in the sea can often reach 100,000 kilograms, but at this moment, the one in the sky is several times larger than the ordinary big whales.
Wherever it passes, clouds and mist surging like the sea, like the big Kun in myth, stirring up the wind and clouds, and its long hissing sound exceeds the limit of human ear power.
With a long hiss, the Flying Eagle Arrow Team dispersed more than 8,000, and shot down Fengtian Palace from a high altitude!
boom!
With a loud bang, Hanshan, which blocked Fan Ruyi, once again stood out from his body, and the shells seemed to hit the ground, and the steel bars and iron bones were beaten to deform.
At this moment, he could no longer stand.
This lord, Zhang Yuanzhu, was willing to spend all kinds of rare treasures and the Taoist soldiers refined by the number one general, were completely scrapped.
The three thousand Shen Ce Army led by him were completely crushed into this wasteland, and his flesh and blood were turned into mud!
"This army is not inferior to the Xuan Armored Cavalry of the past. Unfortunately, you are not Zhang Xuanba, nor Hanshan four hundred years ago, but just a Taoist soldier with incomplete spiritual wisdom..."
Gently wiping the trident, Fan Ruyi's expression did not change at all. She glanced at Wang Muzhi in the distance, and then didn't care.
His eyes fell on the dusty ruins.
Fengtian Palace is worthy of the prototype of the magic weapon. Such a violent collision only knocked down the bricks and tiles outside, and the inside was unharmed.
"Fan Ruyi..."
In the smoke and dust, Emperor Qianheng was extremely embarrassed. His sleeves were as white as a tide, but he could not even catch the opportunity to emit the "heart nail".
"Ethnic bag, heart-storing nail... This is naturally a good magic weapon. Not to mention me, Zhang Xuanba may not be able to resist..."
Fanru stood still.
The dense crowds behind him were already rushing up like a tide, not only ordinary soldiers, but also six gates, Jinyiwei, and even masters in the Shence Army.
"It's too much!"
Finally, Emperor Qianheng was furious and could no longer hold back. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the cloth pocket on his waist had already been thrown into the air.
Buzz!
With a buzzing sound, Fan Ruyi's expression changed slightly. At this moment, he felt a crisis for more than ten miles apart, and even suddenly, he felt like his hands and feet were exhausted and his whole body was numb.
But he was prepared for it, and with one step, he had already sank into the earth.
boom!
The next moment, the storm exploded like a group of thunder.
This scene is so terrifying.
Tens of miles away, Wang Muzhi felt his clothes dancing wildly and felt great suction. He looked at him and saw storms everywhere, sand and stones flying everywhere.
In just two moments, everyone who rushed towards Fengtian Palace like a tide disappeared without a trace.
Only Emperor Qianheng was running away at a very fast speed.
"Fan Ruyi, Xu Wenji, Wang Muzhi..."
In the storm, Emperor Qianheng's face turned pale, but he couldn't help but feel a trace of depressedness that had never been seen before.
With the three great magic weapons in hand, if he step into the Martial Saint, then Fan Ru will never be able to escape the power of this magic weapon.
But he is not the Martial Saint, Hanshan, nor is he a complete Martial Saint, but Wang Muzhi only watches on the wall and will not help him.
At this moment, he was extremely shocked and angry.
Thirty years since he ascended the throne, he has never had such a embarrassing time. The honor of a country, surrounded by ministers, was chased and killed in such a embarrassing situation on his own territory.
"His Majesty!"
Behind him was the old minister's scream.
After raising scholars for four hundred years in the Ming Dynasty, he was loyal to him. However, even Liu Jing only resisted for a moment and turned into a walking corpse.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rolling like thunder came from his ears, and at the same time, the biting chill behind him also disappeared.
He suddenly turned around and saw that there was dust on the other end of the wasteland, and a black line rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, with flags waving.
That is the Ming dragon flag,
It is also the Xuanjia Military Flag!
"Not Zhang Xuanba's Xuan Armored Essence Knight..."
Fan Ruyi stopped.
Looking at the white-haired black armored army, whose army was far less powerful than before, and all the old and weak, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly:
"Zhang Xuanba didn't want to take you out of seclusion even if he died. Why bother?"
"Xiong'an Armor!"
"charge!"
Thousands of white-haired old soldiers shook soldiers and danced flags on the wasteland, and charged forward with a vast army that surpassed the magical strategy.
If there are no generals, they are all soldiers and they will charge.
...
"Xuanjia..."
Emperor Qianheng's expression was in a moment of trance, and then he ran away amid the shouts of many old ministers.
Gradually, there was no sound of horse hooves behind me, no sound of shouting for killing, and no longer the chill that was like a ray of light on my back.
"call!"
A breath of turbid air was exhaled, his face pale. At this moment, his clothes were broken, his crown and boots were lost, and he was in a very embarrassing state.
But he didn't have time to feel sad, so he put up a veterinary bag and a nail in his heart, hid his breath, and clenched somewhere in the bushes.
Trepid ~
Suddenly, he heard the sound of an eagle cry.
If you look out carefully, you will see a huge goshawk cutting through the sky, leaving deep marks, and it is extremely fast.
Chapter completed!