From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Outside Niping Lane.

Spear arrays stood in rows, blocking Ma Kuxuan's retreat. The bronze-armored soldiers pressed forward with swords in hand, breaking the boy's defense in just a few strikes. The Lord of Thunder had not yet awakened his past, and his martial arts that could deal with those of the lower five realms were commonplace for earthly immortals.

Ma Kuxuan was stabbed by a sword in each of his legs and was forced to sit on the ground. Several large thunder talismans appeared around him. If they were placed outside the town, they would be enough to withstand the fierce attack of the upper five realms for a quarter of an hour, but in this soulless place where a saint was in charge, several large talismans were burning at a rapid speed.

The young man's eyes were fierce. His father was one of the people who killed Chen Ping'an's parents. He came here just to see if there was a chance to wipe out the root of the problem, but he didn't expect to encounter an accident.

The middle-aged man jumped down. He had prominent cheekbones, a straight nose, wide ears and a big mouth. His eyes were slender and firm, and his coarse cloth clothes were neatly laid. Sensing the violent aura nearby, he immediately raised his arms to defend himself.

Jiang Yuan's whole body was like a spring that was compressed to the extreme. He suddenly rolled his feet, exerted force all over his body, took a few steps closer, and pushed out from the bottom to the top. This move was like a whale spraying waves, with strong force and crisp power. With a "bang", it shook out white waves visible to the naked eye.

The middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his arm, and his defensive frame was completely destroyed. At such a close distance, he could clearly feel that the opponent neither used spiritual energy or magic power, nor did he burst out with qi skills or fist power, but only pure martial arts and strength.

The middle-aged man moved sideways for dozens of steps and saw the enemy coming again. He drew his sword from behind and slashed down from the top of his head with an angry roar. In the outside world, a full-strength attack from the immortal realm could completely destroy the orthodox mountain gods, but in the Lizhu Cave Heaven, the wind might not be loud and the raindrops were pitifully small.

Jiang Yuan took a step forward, his whole body trembling, and punched out like thunder, with force penetrating the tip of his fist, breaking the sword of the semi-immortal rank. Then he turned around and made an elbow strike. This turn was as powerful as the return of a raging wave, yet as agile as a monkey, with a perfect combination of skill and strength.

The middle-aged man felt his heart stop and his soul flew away. He bit off the tip of his tongue and forced himself to stay clear-headed for a while. He held the broken knife in his hand and stabbed the enemy with the sharp end.

Jiang Yuan ignored him completely and a bronze spear suddenly appeared. He held it lightly with his front hand, as light as a pine tree, and held the end of the spear with his back hand. His palm was against the base of the spear, holding it tightly like a lock. He lowered his shoulders, exerted strength with both hands, and the tip of the spear, the tip of the nose, and the tip of the toe were all in line with each other. The spear came out like a swimming dragon.

The short knife of the semi-immortal grade pierced his body, making a crisp sound of metal colliding, but Jiang Yuan was unharmed. His Great Void Immortal Body gave him the physical strength to ignore the sword handed over by the Sword Immortal, and he was tough to an unimaginable degree.

The middle-aged man was pierced through the chest. Jiang Yuan used both hands to hit the spear in the opposite direction. The bronze spear suddenly spun, and a sharp and piercing friction sound echoed. The enemy's upper body exploded directly, and the broken flesh and blood splattered on the wall, making a crackling sound. The smell of blood suddenly filled the surroundings.

On the other side, Su Jia was pressing forward step by step, and his great talisman was almost used up.

Jiang Yuan took away the soul of the military monk with one hand, and used ordinary soul-searching techniques to search for information. However, due to the lack of more effective soul-binding and general-sending techniques, the soul and information were fragmented.

"The Martial Arts Temple of the Central Plains, the Zhenwu Mountain Sect."

Jiang Yuan pondered. The first ancestor of the military strategist - the Martial Lord Jiang She, was a giant in the Fourteenth Realm and a peak Martial God in the Eleventh Realm. He was killed together ten thousand years ago and is now sealed on the Mars in the sky. It will take him twenty or thirty years before he is released after serving his sentence.

There were two second ancestors of the military strategists. The first one was Jiang She’s Taoist companion, who was a woman and was known as the Land Immortal. As for the second one, he was a rising star and was also beheaded. Her soul was divided into several parts by the bosses and reincarnated in the mortal world.

As for the third person, he is the current leader of the Martial Temple, one of the ten people in the Middle-earth, and a cultivator in the Ascension Realm.

The order to guide Ma Kuxuan was given by this chief military strategist. Initially, the executor was from Zhenwu Mountain. Later, when Zhenwu Mountain was destroyed, the Temple of Martial Arts sent a special powerful person to come.

Jiang Yuan crushed the middle-aged man to dust. If he were outside, he might have to fight with this guy for a while, but in the small town, the battle could be resolved in a few moves.

Next to the collapsed wall, the big talisman turned to ashes. Su Jia beheaded Ma Kuxuan, and Jiang Yuan rushed over to take away the soul of his prey. The next second, Su Jia seemed to be kicked by someone, and his golden elixir and bronze armor were shattered. His aura plummeted, and he barely retained his sea-viewing realm. With blood flowing from all his orifices, he flew straight out of the town.

Outside the town, another incarnation of the Three Pure Ones caught Su Jia and sealed him into a coffin that had been prepared long ago. In the Lizhu Cave Heaven, the rules for the saint in charge are the most important, and there are basically no exceptions.

On the street, Jiang Yuan returned to the house. Ma Kuxuan's soul was roaring with murderous intent. The true spirit in the soul concealed a very high-level divinity, which came from the former Fourteenth Realm giant Thunder Lord.

Wang Ye was calm and composed. He would not be a big brother if he did not make some noise. He even thought that the other party would fight with the sword-bearer. As for whether they could win or not, of course, as a mere Dragon Gate Realm himself, he could not see any clues.

Jiang Yuan summoned his natal flying sword, Void Purple Lightning. Because he was unable to activate the sword energy and magic power, he could only hold it in his hand. Ma Kuxuan's soul was blended into a bead. The two collided with each other, and dazzling arcs of electricity burst out. These arcs were greedily absorbed by the flying sword, and after repeated sharpening, the blade became sharper and sharper.

"Within half a month, I should be able to upgrade to a mid-level immortal soldier."

Jiang Yuan thought that the reincarnated soul of the Lord of Thunder was a great tonic for the Void Purple Lightning, but it was not a complete giant after all, and it was difficult to directly upgrade it to the level of a superior immortal weapon. It could even be said that it was far from it. In today's world, the Four Immortal Swords and the Three Divine Armors were all rare things. If a true immortal sword was taken out, its combat power alone was not inferior to that of a perfect sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm.

"Brother, what should we do next? Grab the opportunity from those guys?" Wang Ye said with a smile.

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "The biggest opportunity in the town is the five dragon species, which can quickly grow to the level of earth immortals, but I have no use for them. If you are interested, then go out and try it."

Wang Ye quickly waved his hands, he was eager to rest for a while.

……

A few streets away.

A woman with an extremely beautiful appearance was walking in the mud, her bare feet not stained with dust. Her colorful long skirt was particularly eye-catching, making the men in the town stare at her in amazement.

Zhen Mei walked on the road openly. The Mei'er Sect's charm techniques were all based on the soul, and did not rely too much on magic power, which gave her a considerable advantage.

After walking out of a few alleys, Zhen Mei turned and walked into a small alley. Du Mao was sharpening an iron sword with a secular whetstone, which surprised the woman slightly.

"Do you really want to continue to provoke her? Her parents are both great swordsmen. Even if they can't kill you, it won't be difficult to destroy the Tongye Sect."

Du Mao sneered, "Is a dead great swordsman still a great swordsman? The demon race and the Sword Qi Great Wall have fought a battle of thirteen, and Ning Yao's parents died in the battle. Are you not tempted by the immortal sword on her? Now the demon race is attacking the Sword Qi Great Wall in an all-out manner, and those big and old swordsmen can't leave at all. It seems dangerous, but it's actually foolproof."

Zhen Mei seemed to be thinking about something after hearing this.

(End of this chapter)