The Magician of Cultivation

Most cultivators are good at soul attack and defense.

What's more, Li Yu also practiced the "Three Soul Styles", so even if the other party really had bad intentions, he was not afraid at all.

"Then let's get started!"

As Nan Yanwu spoke, his feet left the ground and floated in the air. Then his solid body gradually became ethereal and turned into a ball of black mist.

Li Yu's spiritual consciousness probed into the black fog and began to quickly look through his memories.

Nan Yanwu was only 40 years old when he died. He had the strength of a mid-level great martial artist, which was similar to Zhou Sanmei's.

Considering his age, he can definitely be considered a rare genius in Xueyan Country.

Nan Yanwu's early experiences were not many, nor complicated, but many of them were incomplete.

Li Yu flipped through his memories very quickly and quickly selected three valuable memories.

Nan Yanwu was born in the Nan Family of Xueyan City, which is a relatively large family. His father is a famous fighter and has the strength of a mid-level warrior.

Because of his wealthy family, he received very good educational resources since he was a child and entered the Magic and Martial Arts Academy in Xueyan City.

In Nan Yanwu's memory, the first 28 years of his life were monotonous and boring.

Just practice, endless practice.

He had excellent talent and practiced madly, so he advanced very quickly.

At the age of 28, Nan Yanwu became a mid-level martial artist.

At that time, Xueyan Kingdom was facing internal and external troubles.

Several countries bordering Xueyan Kingdom invaded Xueyan Kingdom one after another. The local vassal kings who should have been loyal to the king not only did not resist, but took the opportunity to rebel.

The entire Xueyan Kingdom was plunged into war, with battles taking place everywhere and people dying every day.

Hunger, plague, robbery and banditry continued to ravage this land, leaving the people displaced and living in misery.

Xueyan City was not immune to the war, and the flames of war soon spread here.

The Nan family collapsed in the midst of the storm, and the clansmen fled Xueyan City and scattered all over the place. Nan Yanwu's parents also died in the disaster.

But in times of troubled times heroes emerge.

Countless warriors with justice in their hearts chose to join the army at this time and use their own strength to save the kingdom in distress.

It was in the army that Nan Yanwu met Liu Hanfeng.

At that time, Liu Hanfeng was only nineteen years old, but he had already reached the peak level of martial artist.

He was extremely handsome, with starry eyes, sword-like eyebrows, a strong nose, and a knife-like face full of determination, but there was always an inextricable sadness and sorrow in his bright big eyes.

Liu Hanfeng was powerful, calm and wise, and soon gained a high prestige in the army.

The baptism of wars of blood and fire allowed these like-minded but young warriors to grow rapidly.

The feelings between people also transcend life and death.

The protracted war lasted for three years. The invading forces were driven out of the country and the rebellion of the vassal kings was put down.

The kingdom ushered in long-awaited peace and development. At the celebration banquet held in the palace, amid the congratulations of civil and military officials in the court, His Majesty the Emperor personally witnessed that the two men were brothers with different surnames.

Liu Hanfeng is the youngest and Nan Yanwu is the second oldest.

As for their eldest brother, there was no mention of him in Nan Yanwu's broken memory. They only knew that he was a magician.

In the second memory, Liu Hanfeng was already 30 years old.

Time has made his no longer childish face more mature and charming.

Liu Hanfeng was tired of military life and resigned two years ago.

Together with his wife and several brothers who had been through thick and thin together, he founded the Blood Rose Mercenary Group.

My wife likes roses, especially blood-red roses.

In the picture, there is no longer sadness and sorrow in Liu Hanfeng's eyes, but only endless tenderness and love.

Nan Yanwu rode quietly on his horse, protecting the carriage behind him, where his brothers, sisters-in-law and their unborn child were.

Nan Yanwu looked around vigilantly with sharp eyes, but his heart had never been so peaceful.

Accidents always happen unexpectedly.

The wind was raging, black fog was sweeping across the entire mercenary group, and the surrounding sky was rapidly darkening.

"Ok?"

Liu Hanfeng in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze penetrated the curtain and fell on the black fog.

He glanced at his wife who was leaning against the wall and dozing off, then gently lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

After he left, the carriage was enveloped in a milky white halo, apparently activating the protective magic circle.

"Who is this evildoer who dares to cause trouble here?"

Liu Hanfeng's voice was cold and his powerful aura made the black fog stagnate a little.

The black mist condensed into ghost faces howling in pain, rushing towards him ferociously.

"Humph!"

Liu Hanfeng snorted coldly, and his body instantly glowed brightly.

The light was like a substance, he held a long sword in his hand, and the whole person actually leaped up.

"Secret Technique: Sky-Splitting!"

boom!

The sharp sword light fell from the sky, splitting the sky and tearing the gray sky.

The warm sunshine fell again, and the earth became bright again.

If it weren't for a crack nearly a hundred meters long that appeared in front of the carriage, it would seem as if nothing had happened just now.

After Liu Hanfeng landed on the ground, he frowned and said nothing.

"Cold wind," Nan Yanwu called out softly.

Liu Hanfeng looked up at him, his eyes full of worry.

"Brother Wu, in the past six months, the demon has been going out more and more frequently. Sigh..."

Liu Hanfeng looked at the carriage worriedly and sighed, "I hope that when Xiang'er comes back this time, everything will go well!"

The second memory ends here.

Li Yu frowned, "What is that black fog? Why is there such a strong evil aura on it?"

"Also, Liu Hanfeng is so strong that he may have already touched the threshold of Martial King. No wonder Song Chonglou said that he is 100% capable of breaking through to the Martial King realm."

As he was thinking about it, his consciousness began to check the last memory.

Sunset and dusk.

On the quiet long street of the town, a team of cavalrymen were escorting a carriage slowly.

Countless corpses were lying on both sides of the street, and blood flowed from the corpses, forming a small river that flooded the entire street.

There were raging fires in the shops on both sides of the long street.

The whole town fell into deathly silence, with only the crackling sound of fire and the puffing sound of air in the burning corpse.

There was no smoke rising from cooking fires in the town, no crowing of chickens or barking of dogs, and not a single breath of life.

There were dead bodies everywhere, with internal organs, heads, and limbs thrown everywhere.

White brain matter mixed with bright red blood soaked into the mud slabs underfoot, turning the entire street red and white.

This is a Shura field.

The cavalry marched through the streets, and the knights covered their mouths and noses, trying to endure the discomfort in their stomachs.

Having lived on the brink of life and death for many years, it was difficult for them to remain calm when they saw this tragic scene.