martial arts mythology system

Chapter 437 Invasion
"When you hear the leap, the world will be robbed."

"If fat is left behind, there will be drought for thousands of miles."

"Just dance, the fire is unrestrained."

"All the husbands appear, the flood is endless."

"When the heel is born, the plague is born."

"Then Yonghe, acid and death, the world is full of terror."

"The sky and the sun and the moon fell, the earth collapsed, the corpses of humans and beasts littered the fields, purgatory overlapped with the world, the ancient kings turned into devils and reappeared, all gods died, and the ages ended..."

The blind old man was lying under the tree at the entrance of Qiuli valley, playing the yueqin in his hand.

Mouth soliloquy, full of horrible words.

Suddenly, two black figures appeared in the mist at Taniguchi.

"The old man sings some gods and ghosts, it sounds annoying, let me send you to the underworld to sigh!"

One of the black-faced men who entered Qiuli Valley had a high-pitched voice, while the other had a deep voice.

The low-pitched man raised his hand, unleashed half a step of his innate skill and hit the blind old man wantonly.

This person's gestures are filled with true energy, which means that his half-step innateness is not realized by himself, but is accumulated purely by pure energy.

But... this huge amount of zhenqi accumulated is like an arsenal that is exploding all the time... It is also extremely terrifying.

In Qiuli Valley, there are actually some natural magic circles that suppress the flow of true energy, but this casual palm still seems to blow up Taniguchi.

The blind old man sat under the tree, as if he didn't feel the blow that was about to kill him.

Fortunately, a gust of wind swept across with the ringing of the bell, wrapped around the blind old man's waist and pulled him into the valley before the violent palm force destroyed the entrance of Qiuli Valley.

"Old Feng, you go to the valley first."

A woman wearing a wide-sleeved dress appeared at Taniguchi holding a yellow ribbon tied with dozens of bells. Facing the scene of the rocks collapsing, she quickly ordered.

The blind old man got up and patted the dust off his body, plucked the yueqin in his hand as if he didn't care, and walked into the valley.

The girl who made the bell then turned to the entrance of Qiuli Valley and looked at the two figures standing there.

The domineering aura of terror rushing towards the face, the wanton venting of high-level pressure... undoubtedly showed the strength of these two people.

The two of them didn't say anything extra, they just stood there, like a weight was placed on the human heart.

Soon, all the warriors in the valley gathered.

There are middle-aged swordsmen, fierce gunmen, and elegant swordsmen, all of whom are high-ranking third-rank warriors with impressive martial arts.

Although there are not many people in Qiuli Valley, they are all high-strength fighters gathered because of the same philosophy.

At the same time, Jiang Lie, the young master of the Diming Hall, and Xu's father and son also moved away.

A group of warriors blocked Taniguchi and confronted two mysterious warriors.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged swordsman held his sword in front and questioned the two of them.

One of the black-faced men had a frivolous posture and an arrogant tone, and stroked his forehead with his hand:

"The weak do not have the right to question the strong, don't you know?"

When the middle-aged swordsman heard the words, his eyebrows were stained with anger, and the violent cloud river sword energy swept across the entire Taniguchi, engulfing the two figures.

Then he jumped up high, and the Baizhang sword slashed down from the sky.

"Then I'll ask you with a knife!"

However... a burst of green strength rose from the violently tearing saber energy.

This strength is like countless green coiling dragons intertwined, one of which directly bites Baizhang Xueyue Daoguang.

"Your voice to ask questions is too low."

The black-faced man's voice was contemptuous, and his power was running.

With a flick of the faucet, the light of the knife shattered.

Then another black-faced man flew into the air, hit the middle-aged swordsman on the chest, and shot him down.

"Seconded."

After waving his palm, the black-faced man landed slowly.

Side by side:

"My name is Qinglong."

"My name is Canglong."

"We are ordered by [Dark Sky] to come and kill you."

"If you are sensible, kill yourself quickly, otherwise, you will experience real pain."

……

The middle-aged swordsman was shot down, stepped on a huge crack on the ground, vomited blood in his mouth, and retreated repeatedly.

Zhao Shuyi, the gunslinger of Qiuli Valley, and Jiang Lie, a young man in black robe, hurried up and raised their palms against the middle-aged swordsman to relieve him.

"Senior Yishu, are you alright?"

the gunman asked.

Swordsman Yishu waved his hands wildly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood with his head held high:

"nothing."

"Yo, are you brave?"

Qinglong was a little surprised to see that Yi Shukuang was still able to stand still.

Canglong looked at Jiang Lie at the side:

"It turns out that the young master of the Diming Hall hid here. Let me think about it. Where should I throw it after killing him?"

These two people are obviously not mentally ill, speaking upside down and revealing a strong sense of frenzy.

Then, Canglong noticed the Xu family father and son beside him:

"Hey, isn't this the little mouse that escaped that day? Are you here too?"

It was said... Xu Dangyang and Xu Rong, father and son, were struck by lightning.

The pupils of Xu Rong's eyes contracted violently, bursting out endless hatred.

"Canglong, you talk too much."

Qinglong reminded his companion dissatisfiedly.

Canglong smiled viciously:
"What are you afraid of? The god lock nails are all set up. These people will die anyway. We don't have to worry about it."

When Qinglong heard this, he immediately smiled:
"That's true."

Then, two extremely domineering half-step innate aura shot up into the sky, flickering like a raging fire.

Whether it was the warriors of Qiushui's family or Jiang Lie, they all felt extremely depressed.

But under this pressure, a thin figure rushed up against the terrifying and enormous pressure.

The "Tianxia Arsenal Volume" presented by Han Feng to Xu Rong can ignore all the mental pressures under nature.

The young man in white held his sword and rushed towards Qinglong and Canglong like a blade.

It's them!That's them!

They are the ones who ruined their own lives, and they are the ones who killed my loved ones.

"Bastard, give me back my mother!!"

The sword blade blessed by the fire of hatred, wrapped in a wind-like breath, rushed straight at the two mysterious masked men.

"This brat...is he out of his mind?"

Qinglong didn't care about the young man's charge at all, and asked Canglong who was beside him.

Canglong shook his head:
"Then who would know, probably a madman."

Then, Xu Rong bumped into the mighty force of Qinglong with the green dragon shadow lingering, the blade broke on the spot, and he was also bounced away.

The eighth-rank counterattack half-step innate is obviously a disparate battle that cannot be described in a storybook novel.

Qinglong smiled viciously, and slowly raised his hand:

"Boy, do you hate me? That's right, it was me. When your family died, I was the one who blocked the gate of your house... There is a kid with a mole under his left eye who looks quite similar to you." , Unfortunately, I crushed my heart... Hehehehe..."

As he said that, Qinglong laughed wildly, as if he was insane.

Seeing his appearance, Canglong tapped the mask on his face:

"Hey, this guy is also crazy, forget it, let me carry out the task."

As he spoke, the masked man raised his hand, and the blue dragon shadows gathered.

The target is... Xu Rong!
"not good!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, more than a dozen warriors from Qiuli Valley charged at the two black-faced men one after another, intending to interrupt the attack on Xu Rong.

The rest of the warriors rushed towards Xu Rong, intending to pull the boy in white back.

However...it was too difficult.

"Yo, do you want to be heroes? Do you want to save this kid?"

Canglong threw out his hand and hit Xu Rong.

Many warriors joined forces to mobilize their true qi, and finally blocked the blow.

But everyone was knocked into the air by dozens of feet.

The rest of the fighters who rushed towards the two had to face the dark green dragon shadow of the blue dragon, and were knocked away by the dragon's head and tail...

Many warriors can only delay for a while...

Then Canglong's figure flashed, and he came to the fallen Xu Rong.

"Is there anything special about him? Are you going to protect him like this? Or are you all admirable men of justice?"

As he spoke, a blue blade appeared in Canglong's hand, and he lifted it up slowly, about to land.

Xu Rong looked at the tall black-faced man in front of him and wanted to run away, but the muscle fascia was torn from his body by the shock just now, and he couldn't react.

Are you going to die?

Images of some people flashed like a revolving lantern in front of the young man...mother, elder brother, second uncle...

Daddy will be very sad, he is the only one left...

Then, the blue blade fell.

Dark red blood spilled all over the ground.

Xu Rong's pupils were entangled like wrung-out towels, shaking...

A swordsman in gray stood in front of the boy in white.

The blue blade slammed into his chest and broke out from his back.

He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out...

Maybe the gray-clothed swordsman knew that he had reached his limit, so he reluctantly said in a hoarse voice:
"It's not special to others, but...he is the most special to me..."

Blood spurts...

"He's my... son!"

Canglong didn't seem to like this kind of scene. He reached out to push Xu Dangyang away, but the swordsman in gray grabbed his shoulder and pushed him two steps forward.

The black-faced man laughed back angrily:

"Is this your strength? You can only do so much, it won't save your son~"

The gray-clothed swordsman didn't even have the strength to raise his head. He lowered his head, as though he was in a free spirit:

"I... do all I can."

Then, from under the skin and flesh of the gray-clothed swordsman, brilliant blood burst out.

Part of it rushed into Xu Rong's body.

The other part wraps the black dragon and explodes.

boom! !

It exploded with a bang.

At the mouth of Qiuli Valley, it's been a while.

The warriors were shocked.

The two black-faced men were also surprised.

In the shock of the bloody detonation, Canglong walked out slowly, a corner of his robe was torn, and his face was a little ashamed.

"Hey, you still have this kind of ability...it's really good, it's okay, this kid still has to die...there's all you can do...that's all~"

As he spoke, he walked towards Xu Rong and raised his hand again.

Xu Rong watched his father detonate himself, and stared blankly at Canglong walking towards him. At the moment when his consciousness stopped, he even forgot to cry.

"This kid seems to have lost his mind. Forget it, I'll send you to accompany your dead ghost father."

Canglong was about to drop his palm, but someone grabbed his wrist at this time.

"In my opinion, it's better for you to go down and make amends."

"Um!??"

Canglong was shocked for a moment.

In this Autumn Li Valley, apart from the seriously injured Xu Canglang, who else could fight against him?

Yan Kuangtu, who was naked in clothes, stood in front of Xu Rong, looking directly at Canglong.

"What do you think you are!?"

Canglong's expression gradually changed, and he waved his other palm to hit Yan Kuangfu.

"Fuck you, when I was messing around, you were still a piece of barbecued pork!"

Yan Kuangtu is also a master at cursing, but because there are people behind him, he didn't choose to be tough.

"Weak Water, Soft and Easy Nine Turns Kung Fu" relieved his strength, grabbed Canglong's arm and made a half-circle in mid-air, and threw him out to hit the mountain wall at the entrance of Qiuli Valley.

Rocks avalanche.

Both are half-step innate, and the gap is quite large.

Afterwards, Xiong Ba, Wei Qingqing, Li Gong, Ye Di, Dongfang Bubai and Mei Niansheng broke into the battlefield, throwing out the bodies of one black-robed killer after another.

Wei Qingqing holds a weapon in her hand and her long hair flutters:
"Sorry everyone, we have found a large number of killers intending to sneak in in the valley, and we have been delayed for a while."

(End of this chapter)