The First Cause of All Realms

"The First Cause of All Realms (

Looking at the boy with blood-stained clothes and a broken knife.

Next to the burning prison, the masters of Liansheng's teaching only felt a cold current rushing down their backs, and they couldn't help shivering.

Who is he?

"Dare to ask what kind of friend you are?"

Seeing Liu Wenpeng being trampled on like a dead dog, Yuchilong's eyelids twitched and his heart was dignified.

Before midnight, he opened the gate of the inner city with a mighty palm, Wang Fobao desperately resisted and was not aware of his personnel.

He thought that no one in Montenegro could stop him, but he didn't want to almost die under Liu Wenpeng's iron arrow that pierced through gold and stone.

He exhausted all means to be able to kill the edge of the prison.

In the meantime, he was almost shot by Liu Wenpeng several times.

Therefore, he is very clear that the strength of the incoming person can take Liu Wenpeng's arrow in such a fierce way.

Even if blood was dripping all over his body, he seemed to be injured by arrows, and he uttered evil words, he had the heart to retreat.

Guo Han saw what he was thinking, and quietly retreated, clenching the nine-section whip in his palm.

He still had something to say with Liu Wenpeng, but he didn't say a word in the face of this sudden arrival of the young man.

Because he saw the strong evil spirit and murderous intent on this young man.

Such people cannot communicate at all.

call!

Without a response, Yang Yu threw off the blood on the blade and bowed his head indifferently.

A blood-stained hand grabbed his ankle, and Liu Wenpeng, who was dying, growled unwillingly:

"You, what kind of martial arts are you?!"

His bones were broken, his internal organs were smashed into mud, and his throat was almost penetrated by bone spurs, but he still didn't breathe.

The eyes that were almost out of their sockets stared at Yang Yu.

He is not reconciled!

He almost counted everything, just because Guan Shanshui disappeared, otherwise, he would have wiped out the rest of Liansheng's teaching.

And his biggest dissatisfaction.

It was because he couldn't figure it out no matter what, a beggar who almost died of starvation in the past, had learned martial arts for less than two years, and exchanged blood for only half a year.

Where did this terrifying power come from?

He even suspects that this is not martial arts at all, but the legendary "magic power" that has not yet been proven to exist!

"You want to know?"

Yang Yu looked at him indifferently, his feet suddenly exerted force, shattering his skull, and stepping into the frozen ground on the floor:

"Go and ask Yan Wangye!"

boom!

At the same time that he stepped on Liu Wenpeng to death, Yang Yu used his strength to probe forward, and the blood-stained pig-killing knife had already set off a large blade of light with the sound of 'woo woo' breaking through the air.

In the face of these Liansheng believers who played with the people and sacrificed their lives, he didn't even want to say a word.

Only kill!

call!

The light of the knife poured down like mercury.

With this knife, he didn't slash at Yuchilong, but used the knife light as a circle to see everyone within sight and the blade's edge.

All included in the battle circle.

The air flowed the surface, the knife wind was piercing, and the fierce killing intent made everyone feel as if they were in the battlefield, killing intent everywhere, and the hairs exploded.

At this moment, everyone's heart was beating wildly.

Only just now did I know why Liu Wenpeng was planted so quickly, it was because the person in front of him was ferocious and not like a human being.

The speed of this knife is not inferior to the black iron arrow shot by the full moon bow!

"Do you think Lao Tzu is Liu Wenpeng?"

Yuchi Long completely put out other thoughts, only to see him stepping forward with a low roar, all his strength from his legs to his hips, climbed up and gathered.

crackling~

With the sound of bones rubbing like a cannon, Yuchi Long's already tall body suddenly rose a foot.

Then,

Stepping, screaming, red face.

The big gun in the arm also seems to be stuck out, and the five fingers are transformed and kneaded, it is a powerful palm!

The mighty palm is one of the secret martial arts taught by Liansheng.

Looking at Qingzhou, all martial arts are superior, and Yuchi Long has been studying this martial art for 40 years, and has already cultivated it to the point of perfection.

Even a foreign master like Wang Fobao who specializes in horizontal training was almost killed by his palm.

And that was under the circumstances that he had never evoked blood qi.

At this time, under the great danger, he naturally had no reservations, and when he slapped it with a palm, there seemed to be a roar of tigers and wolves in the air.

"kill!"

Guo Han is faster.

Almost at the same time as the wind of the sword rose, the nine-section whip full of barbs was already slashing out, trying to knock down the half of the pig-killing knife.

He and Yuchilong have been friends for many years, and they have a tacit understanding of each other.

The rest of the Liansheng Sect masters are also not afraid of death.

Some people roared wildly with their knives and swords to face the attack, and some people bypassed the front, boiling blood, roaring like a tiger rushing up, and elbowing Yang Yu's back.

Under the siege, Yang Yu's expression became more and more cold, and he could clearly perceive all the subtle changes within three feet of his body.

Whether it's the sword that hits, or the snowflakes blown by the cold wind.

The difference from the night before is that the majestic force under the blessing of the ribs and tendons can make him hit any direction he perceives in an instant!

If the heart is there, the sword and the sword can come!

Zheng!

The broken knife slashed horizontally, swinging the nine-section whip, Yang Yu raised his left arm high, Ji Zhang's five fingers suddenly folded together, and slapped Yuchilong's fierce and domineering great palm.

boom!

A low muffled sound.

"This kind of power?!"

Yuchilong's face was trembling, and he felt his palm slapped on the city wall, his eyes almost popping out.

As soon as he fought, he had already discovered that the skin of the person in front of him was soft and tender, his inner qi was thin, and his level of exchange blood was far inferior to his own.

But this power is too terrifying, like a tsunami like a mountain and a tsunami, instantly crushing his inner qi.

boom!

There was an explosion in the body.

One contact, and the second crit, Yuchilong's eyes widened in anger, and he finally couldn't help but growl, his feet lifted off the ground, and he was beaten and flew out.

And Yang Yu's figure took half a step back at the same time, and he used his strength to strike back and hit his elbow with an elbow!

"what!"

A scream resounded through the long street.

The cultist You Liansheng shuddered in fright, and saw the cultist who attacked with his elbows soared up, his bones scattered all over his body.

The water bag also seemed to spurt blood, and it fell to the ground with a squeak, and there was only a mass of blood mud left!

"Don't get close to him, quickly complete the sacrifice!"

One fell backwards, and before he had time to stabilize his body, he issued a stern warning.

But still too late.

An elbow smashed the person who was attacking behind him, Yang Yu stretched his muscles and bones, like a tiger entering a flock, waving a broken knife, fists and feet collided.

There is absolutely no one-to-one enemy wherever he goes, the sword collides instantly, and the fists and feet collide, and the flesh and blood instantly turn into mud.

Except for Yuchilong and Guo Han, even a few masters who exchanged blood three times were crushed and beaten to death by him!

At this moment, Yang Yu really understood the state of mind of the Western Palace King Zhao when he entered the army alone.

It's not that he is ruthless and fierce, but that no one can stop the bombardment of such pure power!

The second time he changed his blood, it was already the case.

According to legend, Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao of the West Palace, who is said to be a martial sage, and the level of nine bulls and two tigers is far higher than his own, what kind of terrifying power should he possess?

No wonder some people call it 'Hate the sky without a handle, hate the ground without a ring! ’

"what!"

Listening to the screams, Li Eryi, who was hiding in a corner, dared to stick his head out.

Seeing this, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Of course, with his eyesight, he couldn't see the specific situation of the fight. In his eyes, the dancing knife light was like a blizzard.

Wherever they passed, swords and stumps flew around, blood and screams danced together.

Ferocious mess!

"Little beast!"

Yuchi's eyes were about to split, and he tore off his shirt with a roar in anger, and rushed forward in a hurricane.

His blood was boiling, his body was as red as a fire, his lower abdomen and chest were bulging high, and his python-like tendons were shaking frantically.

At the same time as the anger reverberated, its ten fingers were crazily twisted, pinched into a weird big handprint, and hit Yang Prison, who was raging in the crowd.

Great Dragon Strike!

With the shooting of this palm, the redness around Yuchilong's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if this palm contained all his inner qi and blood qi!

"Um?!"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed as he slashed the heads of the besieged people with a backhand knife, feeling a hint of danger.

If this palm hits the key point, even if the body is stiff, it will not be spared, and it will be life-threatening.

but…

"To face hard?"

There was a sneer in Yang Yu's heart, and he swayed the nine-segment whip that came from him. He stepped on it, his waist and hips moved, and the whole body's strength gathered on his arms according to his will.

He just smashed backhand like this, smashing the ground with a heavy hammer, the last one came first, and he hit Yuchilong with a heavy blow.

A blood-changing warrior has the strength of a hundred jins, and can punch a thousand jins.

And he has the power of nine bulls and two tigers!

How much is this punch?

A cold light flashed in Yang Yu's eyes.

"Want to die together?!"

Yuchilong just had this thought in his heart.

The fists are already connected.

Boom!

With the fists and palms of the two as the center, the ground sank all three feet together, UU reading www. uukanshu.com The cold and hard frozen soil and bluestone shattered and splashed together.

"what!"

Yuchilong's eyes bulged, and his clenched teeth were smashed open by the blood surging in his body.

Before he could open his mouth, hot blood spurted out from his seven orifices along with shards of broken internal organs.

It's just a punch, but it's already injured like this?

Can't even unload the force? !

Seeing such a terrifying scene, Guo Han's eyelids jumped wildly, and he turned and ran away without thinking.

"Not dead?"

Yang Yu's spine rattled, and his hair was thrown back, but in just a moment, he had suppressed the sweetness overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The backhand is another punch, hitting the top and the bottom like a drum.

"Second punch!"

"Don't try to kill me!"

The Venus star was maddening in front of him, but Yuchilong still felt a terrifying and deep crisis, and raised his arms that were almost cut into pieces.

Crossed, guarded in front of the eyebrows.

boom!

This time, Yuchilong finally couldn't hold back anymore.

His inner qi and big tendons, which were all over his body like a snare, were dissipated by the fierce and unrestrained power of this punch, and his bloodshot eyes completely burst open.

In the deep darkness, I heard the voice that was a hundred times colder than the cold wave resounded again:

"Third punch!"

Boom!

Like a giant hammer hitting a stake.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Yuchilong's majestic body went from being bent to being hammered directly into the ground that was frozen like a stone slab!

But even so, he is still not dead, his vitality is more than ten times stronger than Liu Wenpeng, and he is still muttering:

"The old mother's dharma body has descended into a thousand thousand, and the world's ten thousand dharmas will be passed on! One day is born..."

"Alive?"

Stomping down its last vitality with a heavy foot:

"Another ball!"