Sun God Champion

Chapter 129 Rainstorm Knife Technique, Qingzhou Wangxian
The sun is scorching.

The scorching sun scattered over Xincheng.

The steaming heat floated into the sky.

The whole space looked like it was distorted.

Under the scorching sun, a group of people appeared to clean up the corpses in front of the gate of Xincheng.

One by one, the soldiers were carried back to the city for treatment.

Those who died will also register their names and record their military achievements.

The corpses of the Yunmeng people were still being inspected by soldiers one by one, and those who were still alive continued to make amends, completely killing their lives.

What the Yunmeng people did in the lost three states is beyond description. At this time, they will not let these Yunmeng soldiers soften their hearts.

Yang An took off the helmet on his head, his body is not invulnerable, this armor can defend against cold guns and knives.

He dared to rush into the ten thousand army because of this armor.

This is the superior armor sent by the clan, which can protect many parts.

"Master, what was found on the body of Grandmaster Yunmeng."

Yang and Nan are holding a book and several letters.

Yang An glanced at the book, the book was recorded in Dagan language, but the letter was written in Yunmeng language.

That book was the "Rainstorm Saber Technique" practiced by the Great Master Yunmeng, which came from the "Thunder Prison Saber Sutra". Yang An glanced at it and didn't care.

If it was "Thunder Prison Knife Sutra", he would still be interested.

"Thunder Prison Knife Sutra" is a kung fu created by Yunmeng Dao Sheng Gong Yangyu a hundred years ago. The kung fu is mainly based on destructive sword movements, and its lethality is earth-shattering. It is purely born for killing.

"Rainstorm Sword Art" is much worse, and there is not much significance for reference.

Yang An opened several letters, all in Yunmeng language.

I don't care.

"Find someone in the city who can speak Yunmeng and ask him to translate these letters. You can read this sword scripture."

Yang An said to Yang Henan, and at the same time handed "Rainstorm Sword Art" and the letter to Yang Henan.

"Yes."

Yang Henan accepted the "Rainstorm Sword Art" letter with excitement.

These guards are different from Yang An and others. The cultivation methods require corresponding contributions to obtain the cultivation methods.

If you want to obtain advanced exercises, you can only make contributions to your family.

This "Storm Rain Knife Technique" is not worth mentioning to Yang An, but it is very precious to these guards.

"Commander Shi, Commander Gan, the two of you will help record the soldiers of the Zhendong Army who died in battle, as well as their family situation."

"Xincheng Guards, record it too."

"This will definitely give credit to all the soldiers, and the soldiers who died in battle will definitely compensate their families."

Yang An had a serious face.

The victory of this battle is inseparable from these sacrificed people.

For those who died in battle, he naturally did his best to give subsidies to prevent the families of these dead soldiers from suffering injustice.

In the battlefield, killing the good and taking the credit of the dead has never stopped.

He asked for credit in person to cut off this possibility.

"Thank you, General."

Shi Maocai and Gan Zhichuan half knelt on the ground with expressions of gratitude.

These dead soldiers are people who get along day and night.

Veterans like them naturally know the tricky things in the army.

I have encountered quite a few in person, but not enough of them have survived.

The two followed to help document the dead soldiers.

Yang An held the helmet and was about to walk back when he suddenly stopped.

A femininity emerges in the overbearing.

He had seen this fist before, and was very familiar with it.

Yang An frowned.

He really didn't expect to meet this person at this moment.

"Listen to the orders, the whole army returns to the city and defends it."

Yang An shouted, and the voice reached everyone's ears.

"General?"

Shi Maocai and Gan Zhichuan were dumbfounded.

"Listen to orders!"

Yang An said again.

"Yes!"

Shi Maocai and Gan Zhichuan quickly returned to the city with the living soldiers.

After Yang An glanced at these soldiers, he turned to the dense forest more than ten miles away.

Yang An sensed the undisguised killing intent from afar.

Congenitally accomplished, soul and body united, able to see through the gods of the yin and sense killing intent.

He can sense all those who have killing intent towards him.

The man in the dense forest had the killing intent all the time, and he didn't hide it at all, even the fisting intent on his body, he didn't hide it.

After a while, the man in the forest came out.

A tattered brocade garment, with dirt and leaves on top of it.There is a red hanging around the waist, obviously wearing a jade pendant, but it is lost, only the red string is left.

The hair was also stained with cobwebs, leaves, etc., and looked a little embarrassed.

On the face, there was a bit of fatigue, but also a bit of excitement, but more of an endless killing intent.

"King Qingzhou, oh no, traitor Yang Yu, long time no see."

Yang An looked at the person coming with a calm face.

Ever since he received a letter from his clan that Qingzhou King and others were still alive and fled in the Eastern Seven States, he had been prepared in his heart.

"Yang An, good thief, you have made me miserable."

Yang Yu looked at Yang An with a cold face.

In his heart, Yang An was the culprit of everything.

If Yang An died, Grandmaster Yunmeng would not come to the territory. He is still the king of Qingzhou who is aloof.

The person in charge of Qingzhou, who is under one person and above ten thousand people, is one of the most honorable persons in Daqian.

Without Yang An, none of this would have happened.

In his heart, the culprit of all this is Yang An.

"Back then, I should have personally sent someone to Yuyue Town to get rid of you. Yang Mo, that trash, arranged a group of trash to let you, a thief, escape."

Yang Yu said with regret.

During these days of fleeing, he kept thinking that it would have been better for him to take action himself, so that the ending would be different.

He is like this now, thanks to Yang An.

"You know how to control the sword with energy. You killed Yang Mo back then, right?"

Yang Yu looked at the Wushuang sword box behind Yang An.

When Yang An shot, he noticed it from a distance.

The breath of the last sword that killed more than a dozen innate masters caught his attention even more, so he ran over.

After confirming Yang An, the killing intent on his body could not be concealed no matter what.

He wanted to take revenge on Emperor Qian, and he wanted to kill Yang An.

"Humph!"

Yang An snorted coldly, neither denying nor nodding.

He couldn't admit to killing Yang Mo.

"Back then, I saw the wound on Yang Mo's body with my own eyes. It was killed by Feijian. I thought it was a Taoist master sent by Qianhuang, but I didn't expect it to be a master of sword control."

Thinking back on Yang Mo's death, Yang Yu felt a little dazed.

"At the beginning, I was in the mansion all the time. There were witnesses. Yang Mo's death has nothing to do with me."

Yang An said without changing his expression.

Yang Yu mentioned this repeatedly because he wanted to ruin its reputation, and he couldn't admit it.

This guy not only wanted to kill him, but also wanted to ruin its reputation and discredit the clan.

The patriarch of the clan made the move himself, and Yang Yu knew there was no room for relaxation.

Now he just wants to take revenge on everyone and make them suffer.

"Hey, when Yang Mo died, this king ignored Yang Yu's obstruction and killed you by force, so there are not so many things."

Yang Yu said, feeling somewhat regretful.

At that time, he could take the opportunity to make a move and kill Yang An.

Although there will be a series of punishments in the future, it is better than the current situation.

At the beginning, he just didn't want to be punished and avoided all doubts, so he conspired with others to arrange Grandmaster Yunmeng's entry.

Unexpectedly, in the end, not only did the man not die, but he was also famous in Yujing City. At this time, even Yang An's name was known to all the families.

Among the enemy countries, there are also rumors.

Splendid articles, famous poems through the ages, baptism with holy words, everything can make people famous, and Yang An takes them all.

Even now, with tens of thousands of enemies, this typical battle of using the few to win the many and using the weak to control the strong has spread, and you can imagine how much Yang An's reputation will be.

Dagan fell to the three states and urgently needed a beautiful victory.

Yang Yu could imagine how Qianhuang and the others would spread the word when this matter spread to Yujing.

How much effort the clan will put into cultivating Yang An.

Such a potential dragon rises right under his nose, which is equivalent to stepping on their rise.

No matter how prosperous Yang An is now, the hatred he has towards Yang An, Emperor Qianhuang and others in his heart is as much, even far surpassed.

During the days when he was chasing and killing these people, he wanted to take revenge and kill these people all the time.

Yang An is one of his goals, and also the best one.

Emperor Qian is far away in Yujing, surrounded by many master guards, he has no way to retaliate, he can only slowly find opportunities.

The patriarch of the clan, unless he breaks through to the Martial Saint, don't even think about revenge.

Only Yang An, whose cultivation base is weaker than him, and who happens to be in the Eastern Seven States, is a good opportunity for revenge.

Originally, when he was the king of Qingzhou, he learned that Yang An was going to march eastward, and prepared a series of assassination methods. Unexpectedly, he was almost captured by the patriarch of the clan and handed over to Qianhuang for disposal.

If it weren't for the four kings of the state seeing that the situation was not good, they used their background one by one to escape.

However, two people were killed on the spot.

Although the two of them escaped, they were both injured and have not recovered.

And he completely cut off the hope of breaking through Wusheng.

Not only the cultivation resources, but also his lungs were injured by the fist spirit of the martial sage ancestor, and the fist intention was also broken by the martial sage ancestor. It is basically impossible to achieve consummation.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu's hatred soared into the sky.

"Yang An, you deserve to die."

Yang Yu gritted his teeth and said.

The fist intent on his body exploded and swept towards Yang An.

The true martial arts enveloped Yang An, making Yang An feel uncomfortable.

Compared with Yunmeng's first-time grandmaster, this punching intent is very domineering, and a bit vicious.

Countless malice rushed towards Yang An.

"I am good at raising my righteousness."

As Yang An read, a white light rose, and all the malice in his body was purified by the bright, upright, and awe-inspiring aura.

"You actually comprehended the meaning of Confucian grandeur."

Yang Yu was naturally familiar with this white light. When he fought Li Zhoumu, he was superior to Li Zhoumu with his powerful fist.

Seeing Yang An make a move, although there are some differences, the sense of grandeur is the same.

"There will be a sword, please try it."

Yang An stepped on the clouds and rode the wind, and from the sword box on his back, the Great Ming Suzaku flew out automatically and landed in his hand.

The pure white awe-inspiring righteousness gathers on the blade.

"A thousand miles."

Yang An's voice fell, and a bright, upright, and awe-inspiring sword intent emerged, killing Yang Yu.

Grandmaster, he just killed it.

The pinnacle grand master, he just had a try.

Yang Yu's breath is unstable, he must have been injured by the ancestor of Wu Sheng, he is not without a chance.

The pure white sword light enveloped Yang Yu.

It seemed that Yang An had won.

From the Xincheng city tower, looking from afar at Han Taishou, Shi Maocai, Gan Zhichuan and others who were fighting against each other, each of them looked happy.

They have all seen the horror of Yang An's sword with their own eyes.

A grand master and more than a dozen innate masters all died under this sword.

Yang An, who was facing Yang Yu directly, frowned, the situation was not very good.

His consciousness was out of the body and he was aware of Yang Yu's situation.

"Oh!"

The white light dispersed, and Yang Yu was unscathed.

A real martial arts appeared above his head, blocking Yang An's thousand miles.

"You really surprised me, this trick was used just now, kill those Yunmeng people!"

Yang Yu walked out leisurely and straightened his sleeves.

"It's a pity that the pinnacle grand master is not comparable to those ordinary fish."

In Yang Yu's hand, the fist changed.

As soon as Zhenwu turned, he turned into a mysterious snake, and an extremely cold aura emerged, and the trees next to him were directly frozen.

This is the yin and cold ultimate move in the "Zhenwu Boxing Classic", and only the top masters can use it.

Xuanwu suppresses the sky, with domineering aura and superb defense; Xuansnake assassinates with insidious aura and awe-inspiring murderous aura.

When Yang Yu made a move, he did it with all his might.

He planned to kill Yang An with one blow and continue to escape.

Martial saint patriarch, don't know where?
He has no time to delay.

His vitality lies outside Dagan, and the only way to escape from Dagan is Huoluo, Yuantu, and the Western Regions.

There is no place for him to stand in Daqian, but there are places like these.

As for the Yunmeng Empire, he didn't think about it at all. Over the years, he killed a lot of Yunmeng people, and he knew the character of Yunmeng people.

"Mysterious Snake, kill."

Yang Yu fell down with a sound, and the figure of the mysterious snake in the air moved, and rushed towards Yang An.

Yang An took a deep breath, the peak master's strength was terrifying, he had already prepared for it.

He thought that the injured pinnacle Grandmaster could fight, but now it seems that he still underestimated the other party.

The pinnacle grand master, even if he is injured, his strength is terrifying.

"Holy Word."

Yang An didn't even think about it, and directly activated the magical power that had never been used before.

This is the supernatural power given to him by the ancient holy image when Jinxiu's poems and articles entered the holy courtyard and when the holy words were baptized.

He has always used it as a hole card and has never used it.

Because it can only be used once in half a year. After trying it, you can only wait.

At that time, the Eastern Expedition was just around the corner, so he naturally wouldn't use it lightly.

Until now, he knew that it was impossible to block the terrifying killing intent of Xuan Snake, so he could only use this trump card.

Following Yang An's voice fell.

A word 'rising' appeared in the air.

A huge amount of energy appeared from the sky, and golden light emerged, covering Yang An.

The word 'rising' flew into Yang An's body.

In an instant, Yang An's aura rose steadily, and his cultivation level was directly forcibly raised to the level of a great master.

Holding the Great Ming Suzaku in his hands, Yang An felt that the martial arts he had practiced had penetrated into his bone marrow. He could easily master any boxing technique, and every time he punched, he brought his own boxing technique.

The essence, mind, and spirit of the whole body are absorbed into the bone marrow, and the strength is still improving.

Yang Anneng felt that his strength had surpassed the power of the nine cauldrons, but it had not been transformed into dragon power.

With a thought, Yang An knew that it was because of the Holy Word that his body temporarily broke through to the Grand Master, but his will had not yet broken through to the Grand Master.

It is recorded in the "Martial Arts" that the real great masters are those whose bodies and wills are completely transformed and absorbed into the marrow of the bones.

With the increase in strength, Yang An is full of information.

(End of this chapter)