battle master

Chapter 211 Soldier Artistic Conception!

Ten days later!

In a dense forest outside.

"Wow!"

A sharp sound like the long chirping of a bird quickly broke through the void.

In an instant, the entire depths of the dense forest were torn apart one by one. Wherever it went, huge boulders several meters high and ancient vegetation were all chopped off.

"Roar!"

At the same time, a huge black figure rushed out from the depths of the dense forest in a state of embarrassment. Blood flowed profusely on this body, but the other party ignored it completely and just fled forward desperately.

However, this shadow has obviously reached its limit.

After running helplessly for more than ten meters, he let out a powerless scream, and finally fell down slowly.

Breath, nothing!
If there are other people present, they will definitely be surprised to find that this black shadow is covered with cyan hair, and it looks like a cyan wolf as a whole. Among them, there is a faint chill surging from this long horn.

The king among the fourth-level monsters... Frost Wind Wolf!
With the appearance of the long horn, the identity of the other party is completely exposed. The speed of the other party is almost invincible among these four-level monsters. Especially between its eyebrows, that seemingly strange long horn can burst into a vast The power of ice, the power of ice below absolute zero, established the strongest position among the opponent's fourth-level monsters.

If it weren't for the fact that the Frost Wind Wolf's growth period was too long, it would probably be enough to hit the ranks of fifth-level monsters.

On the body of the Ice Wind Wolf, a huge crack appeared in it, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, and streams of blood flowed continuously like injections.

The specific depth of the wound cannot be seen, but it can be seen that it is precisely because of this wound that the other party has completely fallen into death!

"Shh..."

Deep in the jungle.

A figure flashed out quickly, and the opponent was surrounded by crystal light, running like a streamer.

"Snapped!"

In just a breath, the other party had already stopped in front of the ice wind wolf corpse.

The figure was very young, he looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. On his shoulder, a blood-colored crow the size of a fist was lying there quietly with his eyes closed.

Looking at the Frost Wind Wolf in front of him, Wu Yangyu didn't show any abnormalities.

"As the king of the fourth-level monsters, the combat power of this Frost Wind Wolf is at least comparable to that of a martial artist at the eighth level, or even at the level of the ninth level. After comprehending [Youque] [-]%, the obvious crit effect appears The frequency has been strengthened..."

Under the effect of the critical strike, Wu Yangyu only attacked and killed the Frost Wind Wolf once, and completely killed it.

"That is to say, if it is in the state of a critical strike, it is possible to instantly kill the level of the martial artist level nine heavens!"

After this period of painstaking training, Wu Yangyu has successfully comprehended the true meaning of [Youque] to a tenth of a percent level, which can be said to be at the level of Dzogchen.

The palm of his hand was like a knife, and as he swung it, the sparrow spread its wings, and the lethality made Wu Yangyu very satisfied.

[Youque] It is worthy of being a unique skill of the earth level, especially in terms of the effect of this critical strike, after comprehending the Dzogchen level, Wu Yangyu was even more surprised by the frequency of it appearing.

When Wu Yangyu was still marveling at the supernatural power of [Youque], the body of the original Frost Wind Wolf had almost been swallowed by the Bird Emperor.

Wu Yangyu didn't care about this either.

Now with his current physical strength, if he wants to break through his own shackles, the things on the ordinary monsters can no longer give him much help.

"Based on my current pace, I'm afraid it will take seven or eight days to reach my destination!"

Looking at the sky covered by the dense forest, Wu Yangyu said slowly to himself.

The destination he mentioned was the place where all kinds of treasures were hidden in King Tianxuan's memory.

"Wow!"

Just when Wu Yangyu was still frowning, a sharp long cry suddenly came from above the void.

Following that, there was a burst of darkness above the void.

Immediately, the towering ancient tree on the head was pulled up by the roots, and quickly burst out. Then, two sharp claws, like dragon claws, exuded a sharp breath, and shrouded Wu Yangyu fiercely. .

This is a huge black eagle with a length of five or six meters.

The black eagle spread its wings and moved, its wings had a icy light like black iron, its claws spread out like sharp blades, and the sharp breath quickly filled it, making people tremble.

"Ha ha……"

Looking at this guy, Wu Yangyu couldn't help showing a faint smile on his face. The appearance of the other party obviously smelled the blood of the cold wind wolf on the ground.

I really want to do whatever I want, with this guy for transportation, I can move forward in the sky, and the speed can be reduced by about one-third.

"Shh..."

Under the evolution of mind, Wu Yangyu's [Seal of Repentance] has also quickly struck at the moment the opponent's sharp claws grabbed it.

"Wow!"

The powerful [Seal of Repentance] broke through the defense of the opponent's soul in an instant, and planted it hard amidst the opponent's wailing.

"Rumble..."

Under the severe pain in his soul, Black Hawk's attack was interrupted, and he struggled frantically on the ground. Wherever he went, his wings were torn apart like knives, and he beat the land in ten directions to pieces. The ground is cracked, and the vegetation is bursting.

"Repression!"

Wu Yangyu groaned softly with no expression on his face.

Since this guy attacked him, Wu Yangyu didn't show any mercy, especially since the guy wasn't even a monster, so it was easier to deal with him.

It was only for a moment, it had been forcibly subdued by Wu Yangyu.

"let's go!"

Hunting in the robe, Wu Yangyu was already sitting cross-legged on it, and while giving orders to the Qin Emperor, the black eagle uttered a sharp cry, spread its wings, and soared straight into the sky...

woohoo hoo...

There were gusts of wind from time to time.

Looking up at everything under the void, Wu Yangyu's eyes couldn't help but flash with complex lights.

Everything is like yesterday.

From traveling to this world, from leaving the family, and then entering the Wu family... everything seems to be in the blink of an eye.

Time passed so quickly, but in this short period of time, I had already broken through from an unknown warrior to the level of a martial artist, and even had the strength to compete with the middle and junior powerhouses of the great martial artist level.

All this is like a dream.

"I don't know what happened to my sister..."

Thinking of her sister Wu Yurou, Wu Yangyu couldn't help but miss her very much.

"When everything is stable, we must go back..."

Feeling the sound of the wind in the space constantly echoing in his ears, Wu Yangyu's eyes also closed accordingly.

The information in Tianxuan King's soul is huge, even though it is now perfectly fused with Wu Yangyu's soul, these information are just stored.

If Wu Yangyu didn't continue to understand and use it, this information would still be useless.

In it, there is a lot of content about the cultivation and comprehension of the way of guns.

Wu Yangyu was absorbing information from it all the time.

"In King Tianxuan's memory, the cultivation of the way of guns is quite complete, and this is exactly what I need!"

Looking at the various methods of spear cultivation, Wu Yangyu was more and more pleasantly surprised.

His own spear cultivation started at a relatively high level, and what he used from the beginning was the [Great Nirvana Spear Art].

In the later period, although he continued to polish his foundation in the way of Qinhuang's stone carving technique, there are still differences in theory and process.

In King Tianxuan's memory, there are countless marksmanship skills, and the opponent is a half-step king-level figure, and the martial arts he has collected are even more numerous.

However, Wu Yangyu was not overwhelmed by these enormous information, what he wanted was a spear technique that suited him.

"Quick, sharp, steady!"

These are the three principles that Wu Yangyu is pursuing.

War guns are not as thick as long knives, not as elegant as divine swords, and not as violent as stick techniques... It seems that they are relatively tasteless.

However, Wu Yangyu knew that the power of a battle spear was not like this. Although he did not have the thickness of a long knife, he had the sharpness of a battle knife. Although he did not have the elegance of a divine sword, he had the swiftness of a divine sword. After comprehending the true meaning of it, the power of that deployment is no less than that of a long stick.

"Om..."

In the soul level, a figure unfolded.

Wu Yangyu kept imitating himself, evolving the various marksmanship in his mind.

Gradually, on Wu Yangyu's body, a sharp and fierce wave spread continuously.

The breath gradually became thicker, and indistinctly, from above Wu Yangyu's left eye, wisps of evil scarlet were gradually permeating.

"Wow!"

It seemed that he felt the terrifying aura constantly permeating from Wu Yangyu's body, and for a moment, the black eagle under his seat couldn't help but let out a sharp wail.

"Ok?"

The body paused slightly.

Wu Yangyu quickly opened his eyes.

Subconsciously stroked the palm of his hand towards the position of his left eye.

"No exception?"

Between the tentacles, nothing changes.

However, just now, he clearly felt a kind of fluctuation that he had never experienced before, appearing in his body. This fluctuation was fierce, bloody, and vast, but it also carried a strong willpower.

"The artistic conception of soldiers!"

A hint of surprise flickered in Qinhuang's demon pupils, and he said through sound transmission.

"Soldier mood?"

Wu Yangyu's heart trembled slightly.

In the artistic conception of martial arts, the will of soldiers is the most terrifying, and it is also the most difficult to comprehend. I did not expect that I suddenly entered the state of the artistic conception of soldiers just now.

"Although your artistic conception just now is fleeting, it has already touched the edge of it. Moreover, Master Bird just felt that the power of the Bana Flower seems to have a slight fluctuation, but this fluctuation does not come from the Bana Flower itself. , but from you..."

Looking at Wu Yangyu, there was an inexplicable fluctuation in Qinhuang's voice...

(End of this chapter)