Datang Fenghua Road

Zixia wailed loudly, hugged the child and cried loudly: "The world is without you, so what's the rise? I would rather the people still starve to death, but I don't want you to die because of them. The world is ungrateful, and it won't take ten years They can forget your kindness, brother, why don't you live in seclusion, as long as you don't attack Liaodong, Grandmaster Yu will definitely not kill you."

Han Yue smiled and said nothing, looking straight at the baby in her arms, vaguely nostalgic and reluctant.

Obviously, he would rather die than live in seclusion.

Grandmaster Yu suddenly let out a long sigh and said with a solemn face: "Every matter of life and death is the master. The little friend is for the Han family, and the old man is not for the people of Liaodong? Although you and I are enemies of life and death, but there is no hatred. If there is an afterlife, we should have a drink together..."

He suddenly poured all the tiger meat on the plate into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing it. The murderous aura gradually developed from his body, causing people on the street to panic.

"Zixia's niece doesn't have to go to drink. Today, I won't drink wine. Come here, little friend, sit up straight, and this old man will send you on your way! The number one genius in the world, you have to be decent when you die..."

Before he finished speaking, the cold wind blew up, and the sky was filled with knife light, gorgeous and dazzling, almost covering the sky.

Grandmaster Yu still had six knives on his waist, plus the handle he had just inserted on the table, he used seven knives at the same time, whistling to block Han Yue's body.

Han Yue roared, and suddenly there was a majestic gust of wind on his body, shouting: "I won't sit still, Master Yu, you underestimate me..."

In the roar, his palms performed a mysterious and simple move, and the awe-inspiring righteousness burst out.

Grandmaster Yu laughed, and rubbed his body with his knife before attacking.The moves in Han Yue's hands changed again, becoming more and more mysterious and quaint.

In the field, the astral wind splashed everywhere, and the sword was majestic.

Han Yue's complexion was calm, and he opened and closed with each move. His aura continued to rise. It seemed that there were ancient ancestors singing behind him, and a vague shadow gradually appeared in front of him.

Grandmaster Yu's expression changed slightly, and he finally became serious, and said lightly: "The first profound art of the Central Plains Daomen, the God of War Atlas..."

Han Yue didn't say a word, and even closed his eyes. He took a strange step under his feet, with a wide open and closed in the mysterious palms.

"What about the God of War Codex? It's up to 24 floors. If you reach 36 floors, you'll turn around and leave. Now you're fighting like this, and you're still dead..."

Grandmaster Yu screamed loudly, his hands constantly dancing and driving, one of the short knives suddenly broke through Han Yue Gangfeng, and stabbed Han Yue on the shoulder with a puff.

"Amitabha!" The old monk Zhicao suddenly took off his rotten robe, revealing his naked upper body. He was slender, but his muscles bulged in a blink of an eye. The monk is going to turn the Buddha's anger away today."

He jumped into the battlefield and even used his chest to help Han Yue kill him with two knives.

The two short knives stabbed him like iron stones, making a sharp sound, and flew back to Master Yu's hands in a blink of an eye. The old monk Zhicao had no moves in his hands, and he folded his hands and said: "Master, let's step back, this old monk's body can stop him. You have fifty knives, and between these fifty knives, King Zhao of the West Mansion will definitely be able to counterattack and hurt you..."

Grandmaster Yu was not afraid, he laughed and said, "It turns out to be the Buddha's King Kong Immortality Magic? It's a pity that you are old and lacking in qi and blood. Forcing you to use hard work is afraid that you will lose ten years of your life."

Han Yue was startled, but the old monk Zhicao didn't change his face, and said lightly: "It's joyful to live, and it's hard to die. This is what the lord said. The old monk thought that he had a lot of Zen, but it was the wisest language in the world."

Grandmaster Yu's face was cold and serious, and he said: "So you are deliberately courting death? You want to block me fifty knives?

"The magic can only block ten knives, but the old monk's body can block forty knives. If the great master doesn't believe it, he can stab him. You use your inner strength to volley the knives, and after fifty knives, you will be exhausted. Who lives and who dies today will end. Not yet known..."

The three of them talked while fighting. They seemed to be leisurely and undisciplined, but they were actually extremely dangerous. Almost every move could kill a Turkic Condor Archer. The old monk Zhicao has at least 50 years, and Han Yue probably has seven to eighty years or hundreds of years.

At this time, the long street had already been emptied, and the stalls were all overturned by the wind. In the distance, countless people were clenching their fists and crying, their eyes fell on Han Yue's bleeding shoulders, and shouted: "Hang Ye, hold on, Wuhou who is guarding the city is here. here it comes."

Han Yue felt anxious and shouted, "Let them get out..."

At the moment, this kind of master is fighting for the front, and how many soldiers come is in vain. The seven short knives of Grandmaster Yu are all treasures, and he has a special technique to volley attack. I am afraid that one knife can pierce the bodies of four or five soldiers.

As they spoke, a group of street patrolling Wuhou rushed forward, Zixia jumped at her feet, jumped onto the street and handed it over to her arms, and said to the Wuhou: "Quickly send to the Grand Governor's Mansion, this is not you. The place to stay..."

All the Marquis of Wu were full of anger, drew their knives over Zixia, and rushed to help Han Yue.

Zixia snorted, dodged to stop the person again, pointed to the swaddling clothes and said angrily: "This is the prince's little prince, why don't you wait to leave?"

All the Marquis Wu was startled, and hurriedly stood shoulder to shoulder, tightly protecting the Marquis who was holding the child at the innermost, and slowly stepped back under their feet, holding the big knife tightly in their hands.

Zixia nodded, then jumped back to the arena, and scolded: "Master Yu, try my Buddhist supernatural powers, the secret magic of heaven..."

She used to be a Buddhist saint, and she was also a man-controlling flower under Dongdu Buddha. She not only learned the Buddhist supernatural powers, but also practiced the Western Heavenly Demon Secret Technique.

"It doesn't matter if three people come together or 300 people come together, in the eyes of the old man, there is no difference. I have a knife in my hand, and mountains and rivers can be cut!" Great Master Yu smiled, and his inner strength swelled, seven short knives It became more and more fierce, and the force attached to it was like ten thousand catties.

Zhicao was able to block, Han Yue was also able to block, only Zixia suddenly exclaimed, a short knife broke through her line of defense, and cut a heavy slash on her arm.

Blood spurted out immediately.

Han Yue's eyes were about to split, and he shouted angrily: "Go away, you also go to Lao Tzu!"

Zixia did not advance but retreated, slapped another short knife with her palm, and suddenly her pretty face turned white, her eyes showed panic, she flew to block in front of Han Yue, and said softly in her mouth: "I want you to remember me for the rest of your life!"

It turned out that three short knives stabbed into Han Yue's abdomen strangely. Han Yue shouted violently to reveal the empty door, and Zixia could only resist with her tender body in her desperation.

"Get out of the way..." Han Yue's soul was terrified, watching the three short knives stab at Zixia.

Between the electric light and flint, a white light suddenly shot across the sky like a thunderbolt.

With a muffled sound, the white light that stopped the short knife inserted into the stone slab on the street, and it turned out to be a simple and simple long sword.

In the distance, there was a roar, and the rumbling spread. A young Taoist came over the snow and shouted: "Crossing the border, there is life or death, Master Yu, you have torn up the agreement of all ethnic groups."

"The old man is invincible in the world, what about tearing it up?"

The young Taoist made a move with the palm of his hand, and the ancient sword on the ground flew into his hand. He said coldly: "Tear it up and you will die!"

Grandmaster Yu's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "That move just now was the Great Five Elements Divine Sword, right? So you are Ziyang's second apprentice Xu Buyan, the next generation of the Central Plains protector?"

Xu Buyan stepped forward with his sword and stood side by side with Han Yue.

Grandmaster Yu faced the four of them alone, but he still showed no fear. The seven short knives in front of him fluttered in the air, and even blocked all four of them under the aura of the sword.

Such a confrontation is almost the most high-end battle in the world.The old monk Zhicao was the leader of the previous generation of Buddhism, Xu Buyan was the most outstanding young Taoist generation, Zixia also cultivated Buddhism and the Western Confucianism at the same time, Han Yue could almost everything, but not yet refined.

You must know that the God of War Atlas is the number one martial art in ancient times. If he really masters it and cooperates with the inner strength inherited from Ziyang Zhenren, he will be able to kill Grandmaster Yu with the palm of his hand.

The breaths of the five people on both sides locked each other, and no one made another move for a short time. Han Yue suddenly opened his mouth and said with doubt: "Last time I saw the great master can only use five knives, and it suddenly became seven in less than two years. I haven't seen the profound, but the inner strength is advancing by leaps and bounds, I don't know what secrets are there?"

Grandmaster Yu smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "Do you still remember that savage back then?"

He did not continue to speak, but everyone's eyes changed.

A flash of light flashed in Han Yue's mind, and he blurted out, "You practice evil arts?"

He suddenly realized, and murmured: "You subdued that savage that day, it turned out to be to practice evil..."

"This move is also helpless, it's all forced by you, little friend!" Master Yu smiled bitterly and sighed softly, and said with shame on his face: "The Central Plains has been rising from your hands, and the crisis in Liaodong is getting worse every day, and this old man has no choice but to do this. I practiced evil kung fu to kill you, and then I went to kill Li Shimin and all the royal families of the Li family, so I have 50 years of respite in Liaodong."

He slowly raised his head and said with emotion: "In order to accomplish this, the old man drank the blood from the heart of the savage every day, ate the blood ginseng plant cultivated by the savage, and then killed 1000 or [-] underage virgins. Breakthrough success in two years..."

"Killing you and Li Shimin, I, Goryeo, won a respite, but the old man is destined to be infamous and stigmatized for thousands of years!" Great Master Yu was a little sad, and muttered to himself: "The 1000 or [-] underage virgins are all me. The cutest girl in Goguryeo! The old man raised the butcher knife that day, but he has already fallen into the magic way!"

He suddenly stopped when he said this, his face showed murderous intent, he turned to look at Zixia, and said coldly: "What a good Zixia niece, no wonder the old man suddenly sighed, it turned out that you used the magic secret technique to arouse my mind. "