First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 82

2021-09-03

Chapter 82 The Iron Sword Sect's Roots
"little bastard, you Dare to insult me Martial Ancestor?!"

Iron Sword Sect's people were furious, and the shocking sword was about to charge up, but Yan Jingluo raised his hand to stop it.

The black-haired, white-faced old man pressed the sword with one hand, his eyes cold:

"Little thing, you think you can not knowing the immensity with a few martial arts. of Heaven and Earth?…Since you don’t give a shit, don’t blame the old man bullied the weak!”

“I heard that you were a person who went to the Liujishan battlefield several decades ago. I'm old, but I can't carry it?"

Flicking the Pig Slaughtering Blade which was broken in half, Yang Yu slowly got up, the blade shone with cold rays of light:
"old bastard, your My face is worthless to me!"

Be it in the past life or in this life, in this world there is always no shortage of so-called past people, old rivers and lakes, who will tell you condescendingly with the attitude of thousands of sails.

That's not right, that's not good.

For this kind of person, Yang Yu's attitude is also very clear.

Old Guy, you're out of date!

"Very good, very good."

Yan Jinglue was extremely angry and laughed:

"Unexpectedly, the old man has not been in the world for 20 years, and he was actually taken by him. People look down on them so much. Haha, hahaha!"

As soon as the laughter echoed, it was cut off by a clear sword cry.

weng!
sword light

In an instant, sen dreary and cold aura assumes the senses.

Before the sword light arrived, the strong wind blew out the flaming bonfire, and the thieves were blown away by the airflow before they could react.

The old man's silhouette could no longer be seen in their eyes, only a wisp of sword light flashed at an extremely fast speed.

Ten feet, it seems like only one step!
The next moment,
the sound of metal and iron symphony enough to pierce the eardrum exploded beside the official road.

Zheng!
blade and sword collide, sparks flying in all directions.

Yang Yu had the horizontal knife in front, letting the sword light stab on the surface of the knife, standing tall and motionless, feeling the stinging arm of inner Qi being poured down.

Yan Jinglue's Sword Art, movement method, and inner Qi are all very skilled, but he is too old.

Although inner Qi is much deeper than Yuchi Long, its blood and qi are weakened, muscles and bones are slack, and it is also limited than the former.

“Merely this.”

Yang Yu sneered, shaking his arms and shaking the long sword out.

Yan Jinglue swept back a few feet, as if he was greatly frightened, and his white hair was raised back:
"So much strength?!"

His pupils Severe contractions.

After a collision, he finally knew that this little thing that seemed to have less than three blood changes, where did he dare to contradict himself.

This kind of unconventional terrorist force, he has only seen it in one person.

He went to Liuji Mountain to join the army under the name of Iron Sword Sect and served under the current Qing State Great General 'Wei Zhengxian'.

That is, he is proficient in Sword Art, and he doesn't care about the kid who smells of mother's milk not yet dried.

At that time, he had no idea that although Wei Zhengxian had only just exchanged blood, his arms had the power of 'four elephants'.

After only one fight, his blood energy was dissipated, and he lay on the bed for a year, and because of this, he became the only Iron Sword Sect to return from the Liujishan battlefield alive. people.

This kid...

"It's my turn!"

Yang Yu was naturally keenly aware, stomping heavily under his feet, his spine twitching, Pig Slaughtering Blade He has already slashed towards Yan Jinglue with the momentum of splitting the wind.

Bang!
blade and sword collide, making a sound of explosion.

As soon as he made his move, Yang Yu made no reservations. As the blade light swept across, the blood energy all over his body also boiled!

Rao is Yan Jinglue skilled in Sword Art, and he is also forced to step back.

It made the faces of Iron Sword Sect and everyone change.

"An dare to bully me?!"

Taking nine steps back, Yan Jinglue's old face was already flushed to the extreme.

Finally, after another collision, resisting the tremendous force that almost vomited blood, inner Qi thumped and burst into blood energy.

“Martial Ancestor?!”

“Martial Uncle!”

The expressions of Guan Shanshui, Iron Sword Sect and the others changed drastically.

Yan Jinglue is nearly ninety years old, his muscles and bones are slack, and his blood energy has fallen to the level. Once blood energy is triggered, it is really desperate!
"little bastard, the old man wants you to die!"

Yan Jingluo blushed, roared and stretched his ape arms, dancing with a single sword, like the sound of wind and thunder.

At this moment, he has no reservations.

Blood energy roared and roared, as if the sound of a tiger roared out of his body.

The blood energy roars like a tiger's roar!

Whoosh!
With the help of blood energy, Yan Jinglue moved faster, danced a large sword light to absorb the wind and thunder, and enveloped Yang Yu.

It is his Iron Sword Sect's protecting sect, Sword Art, the direct succession of the sword!
"blood energy is like a tiger roaring..."

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.

The level of exchange blood does not represent absolute strength, however, such as cattle and tigers are still huge leaps.

The blood energy is like an ox, under the palms of the fists and feet, it is like a Barbaric Ox galloping and trampling.

And blood energy is even better than a tiger, it is power and edge.

The blood energy is like a tiger, and between its fingers and palms, it has the ferocity of a vicious tiger, and the tearing edge of a tiger claw.

Using blood energy like a tiger to trigger sword light, it is enough to cut through gold and iron!

Yuchilong and Liu Wenpeng have reached this level, but their mastery of blood energy is far inferior to that of the Old Guy.

The power is certainly greater.

The power and edge are far less than that.

At this moment, Yang Yu felt a tingling pain all over his body, and the sword of wind and thunder was not aimed at any point, but all over his body!

There is no escape, no escape.

"But I didn't want to dodge either!"

Yang Yu's mind was condensed, feeling the changes in the air flow within three feet of his body.

Since there is no way to avoid it, don't dodge it!
"How could that kid be so tyrannical?!"

Shi Yongyan was anxious when he saw it, but he couldn't hold it anymore. Use force to break the chains on the prison cart.

Save people first!
Just as the thought flashed through his mind, he heard a sound like the Yellow Bell Great Sound in his ear.

Suddenly turned around.

I saw a large amount of sand rising into the sky under the shroud of Martial Ancestor sword light.

It was like a giant elephant stomping down, as if the whole ground was shaking.

The next moment, accompanied by an unrolled bolt of white silk with a meniscus-like edge, the large broken knife that could hide one's face cut off the sword light at an incredible angle.

Without dodging and dodging, he slashed towards Yan Jinglue who was stabbed!

"Not good!"

Yan Jinglue's heart trembled.

This blade does not have any subtlety, it is just a fine-tuned angle and an absolute explosion of absolute power.

However, it was such a simple knife that gave him an irresistible terrifying murderous intention.

Bang!
blade and sword collide, there is a huge explosion.

Under the night, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they saw the dancing sword flowers all collapsed, and the heavy and thick sword cut down heavily.

"Martial Uncle!!"

"Martial Ancestor!"

A group of Iron Sword Sect's eye socket cracked, screaming, blood flowers toss.

The tiger's mouth exploded, and the long sword let go!
Yan Jinglue felt as if he had been fiercely guessed by an elephant, and his mighty power was as heavy as fifty years ago.

In just a moment, the blood energy and inner Qi that he was drumming were dissipated by the hammer.

Then, he fell heavily to the ground!
"Stop!"

Seeing that Yang Yu smashed Yan Jingluo to the ground with the back of his sword, everyone in the Iron Sword Sect went crazy, roaring and waving their swords and about to charge over.

When!
And until this moment, Shi Yongyan's sword slashed on the chains outside the steel essence's prison car.

It's just that without the blessing of inner Qi, not only did the chain not break, but the blade was also broken.

"You're at the age of being buried, so don't learn how to fight bravely with youngster."

Glancing at Yan Jinglue, who couldn't help but shake his head, Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

Then, throwing the back of the knife, the Iron Sword Sect, who rushed forward, one after another, smashed to the ground, their tendons were broken, and they were screaming and screaming.

Shi Yongyan, Guan Shanshui, who just looked towards dumbfounded, and a group of prisoners who seemed to want to slip away before:
"Do you need me to teach you how to do it?"

" Ah? No, I don't need it."

Zhao Jiu and Jiang both woke up like a dream, trembling all over, they stepped forward to break up the Iron Sword Sect's inner Qi, and stripped them away.

"Yang Yu..."

Guan Shanshui whined, gritted his teeth and glanced at the dísciple:

"Yongyan, admit it..."

Shi Yongyan was dumbfounded, I don't know if I heard it or not, but until Zhao Qi took the sword from his hand and pressed it down, he didn't resist.

It seems like she can't stand the shock in front of her.

"Kill, kill me!"

After a long time, in the crowded prison car, Yan Jinglue just came back to his senses from the heavy blow, roaring:

"little bastard, kill the old man if you have the seeds!"

pa!
The yelling stopped abruptly.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Qi rubbed his wrists and scolded:

"Yang Ye is right, you Old Guy , the skin is really thick!"

There was no chain on his body.

Except for Guan Shanshui, Shi Yongyan, and Yan Jinglue, who were stuffed into the prison cart, all the other prisoners were unchained.

Locked the entire Iron Sword Sect crew together.

"Collaborating with the Liansheng Sect with the intention of rebelling, looting prison cars, and killing officials. With so many charges added, several of them are not low, so it would be a pity to kill them like this?"

Yang Yu sat by the campfire and responded calmly.

Six Doors is an agency for arresting criminals.

Any murderer is worth a lot. Medicine pills, weapons, armors, and even martial arts all require merit.

Capturing the murderer is naturally a great achievement.

Anyway, this group of people could not escape death, and he naturally didn't bother to get bloody.

"Yang beheaded, Yang beheaded!"

Everyone in Iron Sword Sect, who was stripped of his clothes, was scolding, and then he was beaten one by one by the previous ones.

"Beheading..."

Yang Yu's mouth twitched.

He didn't expect to have such a cruel nickname.

Obviously he is so law-abiding...

Yang Yu set about cleaning up the belongings of the Iron Sword Sect people.

It's not like the Liansheng Sect, which was created instead, and the Iron Sword Sect, who even lacks a mountain gate, is much richer. This is something that has only been accumulated over the years.

The silver ticket is 4,800 taels, the gold ticket is 500 taels, a few pieces of silver, and some inferior Martial Arts Secret Books, both internal and external.

Including Yan Jinglue's formidable power, Fengleiyijian, which is close to the martial arts.

"Such a small Sect has so much money."

Yang Yu was a little shocked when he put the thing in his arms.

Qing State is not a wealthy place, not to mention Shunde Prefecture. The money they carry is enough to keep tens of thousands of people in Black Mountain City through the winter.

What mountain bandits and people in the inner city are all poor ghosts compared to these sects.

But also, without this family property, how can you support the dísciple family members who do not work in the Sect?

"Beast, beast!"

Iron Sword Sect's popular eyes reddened.

Yang Yu didn't care about the abuse, but told Zhao Qi and Jiang to fight harder.

Gradually, it's dawn.

Yang Yu took the knife and got on the carriage, and asked Zhao Qi to put down the dry food, and he started to hurry.

"Yang Yu, Yang Yu..."

Iron Sword Sect, who was locked in the prison car, stared at the carriage with gnashing teeth.

Zhao Qi wanted to give the three of them a piece of cake, but when he saw this scene, he turned his eyes and shared the cake with Jiang.

In the carriage, Yang Yu, who tapped a few things again, was very satisfied.

On this wave, he felt that he could eat for several years.

Looking at the red sun rising in the sky, thoughts flashed in my heart.

"Iron Sword Sect, there should be someone else?"

I'm busy with my child's school today, so I'm a little late, have a meal and continue coding.