Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 84 My brother who killed the God of Beizhou said... (4200)

The long strip of night sky above the Habitat Valley was completely divided by a line of fire.

I don't know where it came from, but the fireball seemed to be about to fall here, dragging a long smoke and hitting it inexplicably.

"Boom~!"

With a loud noise, flint fell to the ground.

As the earth shook, the stars in the sky seemed to begin to shake.

Several trees that were originally lush in the flames shriveled up and turned black in an instant. The flying stones shot out like sharp arrows, and the dust turned into scorched earth and flew into the air.

A carriage unfortunately had a corner cut off, so it spun around with smoke, fell to pieces, and fell to the side.

Although the practitioners from the three major sects, now disguised as caravans, were good at riding horses, they still had to move around for a while before they stabilized their bodies.

And in this panic, two sounds were heard in the deep pit that the fire and smoke had not dispersed.

"Cough cough~~"

The clear moonlight passed through the smoke and dust, reflecting the tall and burly shadow.

The shadow waved its hand, flickering the dust and smoke in front of its nose, as if it was about to enter this world.

There were more than a hundred monks from the three major sects in the valley, as if facing a powerful enemy, they all showed their weapons and began to circulate their true energy.

The figure's steps were extremely heavy, as if something would be crushed with every step. The sound of metal friction and collision echoed with the steps, creating a heavy sense of oppression.

This inexplicable pressure brought deathly silence to the habitat valley.

Even the birds in the woods on both sides didn't chirp.

But at this time, there happened to be a wind blowing in the valley.

This northern spring breeze that should make people feel comfortable blew into the smoke and dust, rolling up the gravel and flying ash, forming a dust belt that floated away.

Naturally, the figure showed its true appearance.

This is an extremely burly man. Tuofeng, who is so burly that his figure is considered strong among the wild men, seems to be smaller than him when he stands in front of him.

He was wearing a black armor that was not too heavy but had complicated talismans. At this time, some parts of it were still glowing red, and some parts were burnt black.

Under the helmet in the moonlight, there was a cold and calm look. Maybe it was too cold and calm, and the face looked a bit dull. The sword eyebrows on the face were a bit scrawled, and the sense of slovenliness overflowed. A pair of eyes looked around without any emotion. Condition.

There is a flying sword flying in the forest.

A bow and arrow were already aimed at his eyes.

The unsuppressible sound of plasma bursting out echoed in the bodies of unknown people around him.

There are also some swords and halberds, some axes, some soul flags and unknown weapons that can all be clearly felt.

But he didn't care. His eyes quickly locked on a man sitting on a tall horse.

Having killed countless people in the wilderness, he knew it at a glance.

Um..
it's him.

……

Strictly speaking.

Except for the fact that the flint fell from the sky and smashed directly into the earth, it was a way of entering that was too eye-catching.
The situation the burly man in the picture in front of him faced was not optimistic.

At least in terms of numbers, it's not optimistic.

Hundreds of monks from the three major sects surrounded him. Countless soldiers and hidden weapons were in place. There was even a giant crossbow that came from nowhere and was aimed at him in a wide carriage.

But no one dared to take action immediately.

This is because the people from the three major sects sent to help Tuofeng are naturally disciples who have lived at the border all year round.

And living in the border area, even if it is not the border area of ​​​​Beizhou, it is impossible not to know who the person in front of you is, and it is impossible not to know his name.

The second son of King Dangbei?
The second son of Prince Dangbei?

In fact, it is not as straightforward as the words [Northern Killing God], simple and direct, and shocking.

At the border, there are as many battlefield stories about Zhao Chengfeng, the god of murder, as there are about them.

He is a hero on the border, a god general in the eyes of the people, the future backbone of Dangbei Palace, and a powerful practitioner.

If you can choose
I guess no one from the three major sects who came to escort Tuo Feng this time was willing to fight with him.

As for the situation of a hundred against one, if I thought about it before, I seemed to think that it was a sure thing. After all, practitioners are also human beings. No matter how powerful they are, they will be unable to cope with the surroundings of powerful enemies and the extermination of wolves.

But now looking at the man from Beizhou in front of them, even if the people in the three major sects think that the previous principles are indeed reasonable, they still have a vague premonition in their hearts. This premonition can be called "unstable".

But of course they still have to protect Tuo Feng.

Because for that spiritual vein, the three major sects have paid a lot of price.

Under the constant temptation of sunk costs, they have reached the point where they will not give up until they take the spiritual vein.

So no matter who comes, they must give it a try and kill them.

So, after making eye contact, the three overseas elders of the three major sects made their decision.

More than a hundred practitioners actually completed an extremely coordinated and synchronized attack in an instant after receiving the order.

Make sure that Zhao Yulong is unable to defend himself, blocking with left and right, exposing his flaws.

36 flying swords came through the sky.

In the narrow strip of night sky, it was like a shower of stars.

An unknown number of arrows shot out.

The roaring sound resounded in my ears, and even rubbed against the air, creating a burning smell that spread throughout the valley.

Practitioners from the three major sects swarmed up and showed off their magical powers.

Suddenly, there was danger in the sky and on the ground in all directions.

However, the first flying sword came to Zhao Yulong with lightning speed, as if it wanted to wipe his neck.

But he waved his hand and hit the flying sword with the back of his hand as if swatting a fly. It seemed very natural and easy.

But the flying sword suffered an unknown force. After being knocked away, it spun like a top. However, it only spun for a blink of an eye before the sword's body broke apart, leaving only the hilt spinning in the air.

In mid-air, the sword hilt collided with a group of flying swords one after another. The group of flying swords seemed to explode suddenly, and the light overflowed, like fireworks in full bloom.

At the same time, the owners of these flying swords in the valley spurted blood, screamed, and had pupils bursting, looking extremely terrifying.

And all this is because
Zhao Yulong made an action like swatting a fly.

After only a moment of fighting, all 36 swordsmen were injured inexplicably.

And the next scene.
It also far exceeded the expectations before taking action.

Clusters of arrows jingled on Zhao Yulong's armor.

He wouldn't even wave a hand if it wasn't necessary.

The siege crossbow, after injecting true energy, released a sound that seemed to penetrate everything, and shot out an arrow.

But... But he grabbed it with one hand.

He even looked to see if there was any mark on where the thick crossbow arrow came from, and then threw it back into the carriage equipped with the siege crossbow.

Then there was a loud explosion, and broken limbs and broken arms flew together with the broken car body.

The faces of the three major sects were miserable.
Completely overwhelmed by such a scene.

A swordsman from the Four Realms, whether out of fear or courage, slashed at Zhao Yulong with his sword.

The sword suddenly shone brighter than the stars, and its angle and power seemed to be impeccable.

But Zhao Yulong was faster than him, and he simply gave the swordsman a slap in the face. So the swordsman's head flew out. His face still had the same concentration as when he drew the sword, but his body stayed in place. The sword was swung in the air. When the sharp edge suddenly flashed in the air, it reflected the sharpness of the headless neck. Spurting blood.

Zhao Yulong seemed to have just done a very insignificant thing.

Then, a black banner with twelve skulls hanging on it loomed in front of you. There seemed to be evil spirits and a half-naked woman among them, accompanied by countless demons and ghosts wailing.

He kicked it in one go.

Logically speaking, the black flag should be like a quagmire, sinking his legs into it.

But the flag was broken into pieces, and the pieces of rags disappeared into the night in an instant, and no trace could be found.

The old ghost holding the flag fell to the ground, and a pierced footprint appeared on his chest. He had a look of disbelief on his face. The next moment, his pupils were out of focus, and he lost consciousness and life.

Several ground-escaping assassins found that the elder had not blocked a round and did not dare to take the lead.

But Zhao Yulong naturally noticed their whereabouts.

So, he stamped his foot.

The ground did not shake.

The mountains did not tremble.

But in the soil around him, there was blood gushing like a spring. The scene was extremely strange, and he looked extremely strong.

Taniuchi fell into deathly silence because of these images.

In the midst of lightning and flint, all the strong swordsmen were injured in their spiritual senses. The brave swordsmen in the four realms were left without their heads or bodies. Even the long-famous elder Black Flag was kicked to death, and several spiritual assassins died in the ground. For the blood foam.
Because of all this, people in the three major sects hesitated. When choosing fate between profit and fate, Zhao Yulong had time to take another look. He had just eaten and drank. He was originally going to get on his horse and take a walk, wanting to enjoy the night breeze and take a look. Tuo Feng, the third prince of the Great Wilderness in the Starry Sky.

Tuo Feng looked frightened.

But he didn't turn around and run.
Because in fact, when Zhao Yulong saw him for the first time, he felt that his energy had been locked, and running would only make him die faster.

His feeling was right too.

The next moment, Zhao Yulong simply raised his hand.

From the dust, smoke, and firestones behind him, there was a buzzing sound that resounded throughout the world.

A scarlet spear that was soaked with blood came into Zhao Yulong's hands. He stepped forward, lowered his waist, and threw out the spear seemingly easily and casually.

"Stop~!"

I don’t know who shouted, but who dares to stop it, and who can stop it?

The scarlet spear has arrived in front of the Third Prince of Dahuang.

Because the speed is too fast and too fierce.

Tuo Feng didn't even have time to feel scared, he just made a dizzy expression.

Then the scarlet spear pierced the right side of his chest, and a barb hooked his body. His butt left the horse's back, and his person was dragged into an afterimage.

a line of afterimages
Maybe the gun barrel is too red, so this is a straight red line.

It's like a word is written on the night scenery of Habitat Valley, and like a dividing line that doesn't belong to this world, it divides the picture in front of Habitat Valley into upper and lower parts.

Of course, this red line is only fleeting.

The next moment, the cliffs trembled, gravel fell, and half of the valley seemed to tremble, causing countless creatures to flee.

Tuo Feng was easily nailed to the cliff.

Zhao Yulong walked toward him step by step, as if taking a walk.

And it was also at the moment when the three major sects no longer dared to take action, and were about to scatter like birds and beasts, and escape into the darkness, that the two wild people beside Tuo Feng, a wizard and a guard, did not have the courage to face him.

There was a tremor inside and outside the valley.

Zhao Yulong ignored the increasingly fierce trembling feeling and just frowned slightly.

He came to the cliff and pulled out the scarlet spear.

"Pfft." There was a soft sound.

Blood trickled out of Tuo Feng's right chest, and he subconsciously covered it with his hands. But when his body collapsed and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes were bright, his face was pale with a hint of abnormal red, and his consciousness was also unclear. Extraordinarily sober.

Zhao Yulong looked at him and took out a piece of paper from his arms. When he looked at it carefully, a loud shout came from the valley: "Yulong, don't kill him~!"

Tuo Feng raised his head and suddenly discovered that almost in an instant, Zhou Tian's border troops, who came from nowhere, had quietly appeared in the valley. The touch of red on their arms represented that they came from Menting Pass.

Menting Pass is not under the jurisdiction of Dangbei Palace.

It was King Guan, the second prince of Zhou Tian.

He recalled the prince's friendly attitude toward the three major sects and himself when he came out of the pass.

Tuo Feng suddenly noticed a glimmer of hope, and soon saw the middle-aged man who had been stationed at the border all year round appearing on the black beast not far away. He had to shout: "King Guan, save." "

Before I could say the word, Zhao Yulong raised his foot.

She stepped on his crotch hard.

The sound is very complicated, but there is indeed a strange "cuckoo" sound in it.

Tuo Feng's screams echoed throughout the valley.

Anyone who hears it will shudder subconsciously because it hurts.
……

"My brother said, I must give you this kick."

Lifting up the black black iron boots stained with flesh and blood, Zhao Yulong said this very calmly.

At this time, Prince Guan, the second prince of Zhou Tian from Mengting Pass, had arrived. He saw Tuo Feng, whose hip bones were crushed due to the foot, and looking at this bloody scene, he quickly got off the beast. He quickly said: "Yulong~!"

Zhao Yulong looked at the piece of paper in his hand without raising his head. He just said: "My brother said that if Tuo Feng wants to run to the Western Regions and people from the three major sects follow him, you will definitely follow him."

King Guan: "Yu Long, please give me some face. This man will be useful if you keep him. It's not too late for me to save him now."

Zhao Yulong continued to look at the piece of paper and seemed to have found the answer: "My brother said that if you come and want to save him, even you want to get a piece of the spiritual pulse."

King Guan: "..."

Because of the spiritual pulse, some things were very complicated. He didn't want to make any excuses. After all, it was true that he wanted a share of the pie. He just said: "It's true, but everything is for Zhou Tian's benefit."

Zhao Yulong held the piece of paper and raised his head to look at the second prince in front of him. In fact, he was the only one in the royal family who respected him and had fought alongside him: "My brother said, don't listen to your farts. You must have suffered from the three major sects." The middleman's entrustment is to ensure that Tuo Feng can hand over the spiritual contract."

King Guan fell silent upon hearing this and glanced at Tuo Feng.

I found that the third prince of the Great Wilderness, even though there was a bloody hole in his chest, his lower limbs were almost crushed by a kick just now, and his throat could no longer make any sound, he was still looking at me, and even telling himself with his eyes.

He is still useful!

He can still live.

Prince Guan and Zhao Yulong were not casual acquaintances, so he looked anxiously and shouted at Zhao Yulong: "Don't always say what your brother says, what your brother says, you say it, you say it!!"

The meaning is simple and clear, don't let your brother say, do you want to sell me, Prince Guan, or not?

Zhao Yulong put the piece of paper obviously written by his brother into his breastplate.

Then he glanced at King Zhou Tianguan, who had brought at least 2000 troops and surrounded the valley inside and outside, and said, "I say get out of here."

Then he looked at Tuo Feng, the third prince of the Great Wilderness, whose lower body was covered in blood and flesh, like a dark reptile that was squirming and still trying to survive: "I said he should die."

Then he added: "My brother knew I would say that."

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