Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

Zhao Yi took a long breath and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly showed a ferocious smile and whispered: "Let's do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, three more flesh-colored flying flowers gently fell to the ground.

Zhao Yi's cheeks trembled slightly, his fat flesh rippled, sweat and blood mixed together, making his clothes wet along his neck.

But his smile became even brighter, and his body became even more violent, as if his body and soul had been split in two.

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged, the sword in his hand kept moving, pieces of "flying flowers" fell, and soon accumulated a thin layer at Zhao Yi's feet, and Zhao Yi completely turned into a bloody man.

"Do you think this will make me speak?" Although Zhao Yi's voice trembled slightly, it was as calm as if nothing happened, "Do you think this king got to this position because of his blood?

This is all done by this king with one sword and one spear!

This king has experienced more life and death than you have ever seen in your life!

Lu Yuan, kid, give up on this idea!

Even if you cut me into a skeleton today, I will not reveal a word to you! "

Zhao Yi opened his eyes suddenly, his anger so strong that Lu Yuan couldn't help but frown.

"You look like a novice at first glance, you cut too quickly!

If you want to be Ling Chi, your hand must be steady, your knife must be fast, and your speed must be slow, so that you can live longer.

Little bastard, you..."

Snapped!

The Minghong Sword hit Zhao Yi's face hard, and Zhao Yi's face instantly swelled up.

Lu Yuan looked at Zhao Yi, whose eyes were full of resentment, and said coldly: "Noisy.

Do I still need you to teach me how to do things? "

Zhao Yi silently swallowed the blood mixed with broken teeth, and said with a ferocious smile: "You are angry because of shame?"

"Do you think I'm angry?" Lu Yuan sliced ​​off a layer of Zhao Yi's fat palm with a knife, and said expressionlessly, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue!"

Zhao Yi laughed and stuck out his tongue at Lu Yuan, his eyes full of provocation.

Swish!

Zhao Yi's tongue dropped in response.

The pain this time caused Zhao Yi to twitch violently, and immediately covered his mouth with his incomplete hands, letting out a pitiful howl like a slaughtered pig.

"You are such an interesting person." Lu Yuan stopped, scratched his head gently, looked at Zhao Yi who was trying hard not to lose his composure, and said calmly: "They are all just pigs waiting to be slaughtered, and they still have such a loud tone, what? Give you the courage?

Do you have this layer of skin on your body?

Did you know that that incident back then didn't mean much to me? You don't really think you can take advantage of me with just a secret, do you? "

Lu Yuan grabbed Zhao Yi's hair, lifted his head in front of him, and said word by word: "For me.

Make your death very painful.

That's the most important thing! "

Zhao Yi's facial features were twisted in pain, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted towards Lu Yuan's door.

Lu Yuan was on guard for a long time, turned his head slightly to avoid, threw Zhao Yi to the ground with his backhand, and stepped heavily on his stomach.

Zhao Yi subconsciously opened his mouth, and suddenly his eyes blurred, and then a sharp pain came from his mouth.

Lu Yuan looked at Zhao Yi, who had blood pouring out of his mouth, and said coldly: "If you don't want to say it, then there's no need to say it.

By the way, walk slower after going down.

Your son is fat and may have to be slower in chasing you. "

Zhao Yi finally showed a look of shock. The reason why he was calm was that he was sure that Lu Yuan did not dare to kill him!

He is the majestic King Guangling of Liyang!

The younger brother of the current emperor!

This Lu Yuan...is he crazy? !

Lu Yuan's ears twitched slightly, and when he heard the noise outside becoming more and more noisy, he said, "Okay, stop grinding.

Hit the road. "

As he spoke, Ming Hong and Cheng Ying left several afterimages in the air...

After a while.

Lu Yuan walked out of the military tent that smelled of blood. Looking at the sergeants who had surrounded the tent, he nodded and smiled at the angry Lu Shengxiang in front of the sergeants: "Have you come back to your senses?"

Lu Shengxiang's face was ashen, and the knuckles holding the handle of the knife had turned white. He trembled and said angrily: "You... what did you do to the prince?!"

"You'll know if you go and see for yourself." Lu Yuan made an inviting gesture towards the tent.

Smelling the looming smell of blood, Lu Shengxiang had already guessed the most terrifying outcome, but he just didn't want to face it.

Zhao Yi, who had a vicious reputation throughout Guangling and was so powerful, really died like this?

"Excuse me, I still have something to do." Lu Yuan waved his hand to Lu Shengxiang, calmly as if he was going out to buy groceries.

"Do you think you can still leave?!" Lu Shengxiang shouted and waved his hand, and the sergeants all raised their spears and pointed them at Lu Yuan.

He has made up his mind that even if he dies today, he will keep Lu Yuan here!

Otherwise, His Majesty's wrath would have descended on his head...

Thinking of this, Lu Shengxiang couldn't help but shudder and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sergeants rushed forward.

The martial arts warriors among the sergeants stared at Lu Yuan with cold eyes, trying to seize his opportunity to breathe and give him a thunderous blow!

In an instant, the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another.

Lu Yuan kept walking and walked slowly through the soldiers. All the weapons that fell on him were broken, causing blood to flow from the soldier's mouth. His arms were so numb that it was difficult to lift them up.

Everyone who stood in front of him seemed to be pushed aside by a big invisible hand.

For a moment, Lu Yuanru walked into a deserted place and walked slowly to Lu Shengxiang.

Lu Shengxiang's eyes were splitting, and his instinct told him to turn around and run away, but the responsibility as the coach kept him firmly in place.

Lu Yuan's performance was too exaggerated. If he left, the sergeants around him would be disbanded!

Lu Shengxiang glanced at the terrified sergeants with his peripheral vision, took a deep breath, and said seriously to Lu Yuan: "Even if you kill me, I won't let you leave here!"

"Why are everyone rushing to seek death?" Lu Yuan shook his head and smiled: "Do I look like a murderous demon?"

Lu Shengxiang didn't say anything. He suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist, grasped the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and struck Lu Yuan hard.

when!

The long knife suddenly shattered!

Lu Yuan retracted his fingers and said to Lu Shengxiang, who looked a little dull: "You have done enough now.

Get out of the way.

You are not Zhao Yi's die-hard loyalist, why bother? "

A flash of struggle flashed in Lu Shengxiang's eyes. Before he could speak, he suddenly heard a roar from the crowd.

"Lu Shengxiang, is this how you repay the favor of the prince?!

I am here today, and anyone who retreats without permission will die! "

While he was talking, a strong man nearly two meters tall rushed out of the crowd, his arms were taut with muscles, and he raised a heavy long knife and slashed straight at Lu Yuan's front door!

"Who are you?" Lu Yuan asked confused.

"Remember, your grandfather's name is Zhang Erbao!

The Guangling army is the one who carries the army! "

Since ancient times, the only person who can carry the bag is a warrior in the army.

The sound of this powerful and heavy sword made the surrounding sergeants couldn't help but retreat.

Lu Shengxiang had a complicated expression, looking at this first-class martial artist who was loyal to Zhao Yi, and sighed secretly.

Lu Yuan looked at the blade getting closer and closer and let out a light ooh.

The next second, the ground shattered.

Lu Yuan slowly retracted his hand and turned to Lu Shengxiang without looking at Zhang Erbao, whose head was sunk into the ground.

"You still won't give in?"

Lu Shengxiang's face turned pale, and he raised his hand to make a gesture with difficulty.

The sergeant slowly moved apart to make way for a passage.

Lu Yuan held the sword in his hand and left gracefully.

A dead military camp was left behind.