Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

The numerous shadows of legs were like a violent storm, shrouding Yuhe who had transformed into a humanoid ferocious beast.

Whenever it uses its dragon claws to tear, or uses its dragon tail to swipe, it will be easily dodged by Yang Jian. Although the humanoid beast is very powerful in terms of strength and defense, its speed is as fast as Yang Jian's. The turtle was crawling, and there was nothing Yang Jian could do about it.

laugh!

In the roaring wind, five sharp dragon claws that could cut through metal grabbed at Yang Jian. With the sound of tearing air, Yang Jian's body was cut into several pieces in an instant.

But before the humanoid ferocious beast showed any joy, the cut Yang Jian's body changed from solid to virtual, and gradually disappeared into the air.

What it hit was only the afterimage left by Yang Jian's high-speed movement. Not just this time, all previous attacks hit the most afterimage.

Only when using the dragon roar that can make Yang Jian slightly dizzy can Yang Jian's body be slightly stagnant.

But even so, Yang Jian's violent right arm has a power that is not weaker than it. After using martial arts, it is even more lethal. In a head-to-head encounter, Yang Jian also has the upper hand.

As a result, the humanoid beast has no chance of winning.

If you keep fighting, death will only happen sooner or later.

In its crazy blood-colored eyes, a trace of fear flashed because the transformation time was about to come.

Immediately afterwards, it turned around and stepped on the ground, jumped up high, and ran quickly towards the City Lord's Mansion a few hundred meters away, hoping to make the soul master of the City Lord's Mansion act as a scapegoat to help it stop Yang Jian Yijie.

After seeing Yu He's behavior, the soul masters who were watching the excitement in the City Lord's Mansion were all dying, and at the same time they scolded Yu He bloody in their hearts.

After they saw Yang Jian's unpredictable speed and the terrifying bloody right arm, they couldn't arouse any desire to fight Yang Jian. At this time, they turned around and ran away like Yu He.

Ever since, a funny scene has appeared now.

Yang Jian was behind, and six or seven people in front were racing as fast as a race.

This somewhat funny scene made Yang Jian slightly stunned and laughed.

"Maybe they think of me as some kind of savage beast."

"However, when facing me, you can't survive by running past the person next to you."

Yuhe's speed was extremely fast, each step was several feet away, and his trampling left a large gap in the ground.

In just a few seconds, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was close at hand, and the soul master of the City Lord's Mansion was thrown behind him. He could only look at Yu He's back with anger and fear.

The anger comes from being treated as a scapegoat by Yu He, and the fear comes from Yang Jian behind him.

However, Yang Jian did not take action against these people.

He tapped his toes a few times, and his body suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, a cone-shaped whirlwind wrapped around Yang Jian, with a sharp front and a thick back, parallel to the ground like a cannonball, and pursued Yu He's back with extreme precision.

A martial skill attached to the second level of Fengshen Legs.

Pierce the wind.

call!

The eyes of several Wuhun Palace soul masters were dazzled, and they felt a strong wind passing by them at the same time. They almost blew themselves away, and their steps swayed a few times.

After coming back to their senses, they raised their heads in shock, staring straight at Yang Jian who was wrapped in a cone-shaped hurricane in front of them.

This kind of speed that comes first and surpasses itself in an instant is beyond their imagination.

"Fortunately, this person is not a murderer..."

The soul master of the City Lord's Mansion, who was not attacked by Yang Jian and therefore survived by chance, looked frightened and looked at each other, both seeing the lingering fear in the other's eyes.

At the same time, on Yu He's body, pieces of dragon scales began to shrink and slowly penetrated into his body. A weak aura gradually emerged, and his clear eyes were filled with fear.

He didn't look back.

But the shrill roar of the wind could be heard in my ears, like the whisper of death.

A vague stinging pain appeared in the back of the heart, as if someone was holding the tip of a knife against it and piercing it bit by bit.

But there is no real tip there, not even anything at all.

But the strange thing is that a blood spot appeared on Yuhe's skin, and it was slightly sunken as if it had been subjected to some kind of oppression.

The passage of time seemed to slow down.

Yang Jian, who had used the wind-piercing martial art, felt the stinging pain in the back of his heart become more obvious every time he got closer to Yuhe.

Under such frightening pressure, Yuhe tried his best to twist his body with his last breath, trying to avoid Yang Jian's killing move.

But what made him even more desperate was that no matter how he changed his body shape, there was a feeling that his heart was firmly locked by the Qi machine and could not be avoided. As soon as he moved, the cone-shaped hurricane formed by Yang Jian followed him at the same time.

Finally, Yuhe turned his head, his face ashen.

In his pupils, Yang Jian's body was reflected.

The hurricane surrounded him, and the whistling sound filled Yuhe's mind. The meat grinder-like wind blades narrowed and became sharper from back to front, and finally converged in front of Yang Jian's right leg, turning into strong wind spikes. .

"No!"

"I do not want.........."

Before the unwilling words could be fully uttered, with a bang, a cone-shaped hurricane intertwined with Yu He's body.

collapse!

Blood splattered all over the ground and the walls on both sides, and Yu He's entire upper body exploded bloody and completely, as if a high-explosive grenade had been stuffed inside his body, leading to this terrifying scene.

At the same time, the hurricane dissipated and Yang Jian stood firm.

Because it was the first time he used the wind piercing thorn, he failed to control the power perfectly, causing the mask to be swept by the strong wind and half of it was broken.

Yuhe's head fell to the ground with a grunt, his eyes full of unwillingness.

When he was dying, he saw half of his face under the mask, and his heart was suddenly filled with disbelief.

The face was fair and tender. Although it was stained with a few drops of blood, it did not make him look ferocious. Instead, it added a touch of enchantment to him.

"How could it happen.........how could it happen..."

The vision gradually becomes dark.

At the last moment of his life, the picture in Yuhe's mind was fixed on the banquet, and the scene where Su Yuntao was smiling and talking to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at Yuhe's head and saw the shock in his eyes.

"The head was indeed conscious for a short period of time after it left the body."

Xue Ling is like this, and Yu He is like this, Yang Jian thought to himself.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, feeling the gentle touch of the night wind, and understood the reason why Yuhe's eyes were shocked.

"If you use the wind piercing needle next time, you won't damage the mask."

There was a bloody mess all around, but Yang Jian, who caused this scene, had only a little trace of blood on his body.

When being wrapped in the high-speed rotating hurricane, Yu He's upper body was kicked to pieces by him, but when the dirty blood rushed towards Yang Jian, almost all of it was thrown away by the hurricane around him.

Only a few points were dropped in places where the power was more dispersed.

"Fortunately, we chose a place where there are not many people."

"If I were in a downtown area, residents hiding in their houses might see my true face."

Yang Jian shook his hand and threw some blood on the ground.

His keen hearing allowed him to hear a large number of footsteps, which were gathering here from the city lord's mansion.

Judging from the speed of the approach, they were probably some ordinary soldiers who had been trained and could not pose the slightest threat to Yang Jian. They were just killing people when they came.

Even the Soul Sect, whose numbers have not reached a certain scale, are like big cats and kittens in front of Yang Jian, let alone ordinary soldiers who are not Soul Masters.

At the same time, a small voice of doubt and surprise reached Yang Jian's ears.

"very young............."

Yang Jian, who was about to leave, paused, his eyes gradually calmed down, and he turned around to look.

Several Soul Sects from the City Lord's Mansion were looking at Yang Jian in confusion, with shock in their eyes.

Obviously, they noticed Yang Jian's appearance and were shocked by his childish appearance. They couldn't believe it for a while.

When Yang Jian turned his head, his calm gaze made several people feel cold all over.

The calmness in his eyes was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if he were looking at a group of dead people, numb, cold, and without any fluctuations.

The soul sects in the City Lord's Mansion were shocked after they came back to their senses, their hearts began to beat at a super high speed, and they all noticed the murderous intent coming from Yang Jian.

One person forced a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, we didn't see anything."

The other person quickly nodded in agreement and said: "We will resign tomorrow and put aside all relations with the City Lord's Mansion. We will definitely not bring any trouble to you, senior."

Anyone who is smart can think that Yang Jian's face must be a special situation. This special situation is seen by others, and it is a normal choice to want to kill and silence. If you think about it, they will also want to kill.

Several people thought that Yang Jian had not killed anyone directly just now, and thought that he might not be very cruel, so they begged for mercy in a low voice.

On the other side, Yang Jian shook his head and said calmly: "I didn't want to kill you, but I have to."

He would not believe the promises of a group of people whose lives were threatened.

These guys turned around and described half of his face, and anyone who was interested could easily find the real Yang Jian.

By then, his relatively peaceful life will be gone forever.

Wanting to rest comfortably in a place with such an atmosphere as Notting College has become a fantasy.

The soul masters in the City Lord's Mansion changed their expressions. After confirming that Yang Jian had a firm idea, they turned around and ran away without saying a word.

The escaping soul masters of the City Lord's Mansion were moving in different directions, praying in their hearts that Yang Jian would not chase them immediately, so that they would still have a chance to survive.

The reason why Yang Jian talked nonsense with them was because he was not afraid of them running away.

Looking at the people running away in different directions, Yang Jian grinned, and his internal energy continued to flow to his legs.

call!

Cyan wind emerged and surrounded Yang Jian's legs, as if they had created novel leg armor for him.

The next second, the strong wind blew away the dust on the ground, and Yang Jian appeared in front of Yi Yi in an instant.

The soul sect had four jagged white, yellow, and purple soul rings. He was about to run away, but after hearing a hint of wind, he looked up in shock and saw a pair of eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile, almost the same as his own. Face to face.

At this moment, Soul Sect felt the courage to fight to the bitter end.

He roared wildly, and his soul power shone brightly, suddenly condensing into a thick long knife in his hand.

Apparently, it was this soul sect’s weapon soul.

The soul ring was transferred from the body to the weapon soul. The blade of the thick long sword flashed with a cold light, and it slashed towards Yang Jian's waist with an aura that swept across thousands of armies.

laugh!

Amidst the harsh friction sound of the air, the blade of the thick long knife passed Yang Jian's waist, breaking him into two pieces.

The weapon soul master Hun Zong was slightly startled, and then his eyes were filled with ecstasy. He couldn't believe that he had killed a seemingly unfathomable being with a single blow.

"Haha, he didn't even use the spirit ring and martial spirit. He must be looking down on us."

"It is possible for me to succeed with one blow."

Such thoughts flashed through his mind.

But then, he discovered something was wrong.

There was no trace of blood on the Wuhun sword.

"Hey, why is there no blood?"

After being stunned for a moment, the soul sect saw with horror that Yang Jian's body, which he had struck, began to turn into a shadow and disappear. What he struck was only the reflection left on his retina because of the high-speed movement of the opponent.

At the same time, there was a sharp pain in the heart.

He looked down and found that a bloody hole as thick as a finger had appeared in his heart at some point.

The injury didn't look serious because the wound was very small.

However, it penetrated the heart, and the soul sect truly experienced the feeling of chills in his heart.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Soul Sect's consciousness gradually became faint, and his vision slowly turned black. Due to the loss of blood supply to the heart, his body quickly became cold and his breath weakened rapidly.

After falling to the ground with a thud, he reluctantly turned his head and looked at the other people running away.

Before the breath of life was completely cut off, the soul master was a little scared, but he was relieved to see that the other soul masters who had escaped had fallen to the ground, their breath was weak, and they were about to die.

"I'm not the only one dying..."

The soul sect breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he took this last breath, his vision suddenly fell into darkness.

If Yang Jian knew what he was thinking before he died, he would definitely feel in his heart that the evil nature of human beings is really terrible.

If he were the only one to die, he would probably die with his eyes open.

But with someone by his side, I can reluctantly accept this outcome.

After looking at the few Soul Sects who had not yet died, Yang Jian shook his head and sighed.

He is not a person who kills indiscriminately, and he really doesn't want to kill so many people.

But these people were eager to die after seeing his appearance. If they didn't kill him, there would be endless troubles.

At this point, Yang Jian could only accept the result without hesitation.

He jumped deeply, and his body immediately left the place and appeared on a rooftop.

At the same time, several strong and sharp sword energy shot out from Yang Jian's fingers, accurately piercing the brows of the soul masters on the ground, shattering their brains, and completely ending the lives of these people.

There was a soul master who knew the art of feigning death. He thought he could escape by feigning death, but he was completely killed by Yang Jian's last-ditch attack.

Yang Jian himself didn't know the specific soul skills of the other party, he just wanted to be on the safe side.

After confirming the death of these people, Yang Jian moved his body and disappeared under the vast night, leaving behind only a bloody and devastated street.