Here, I have always had the intention of watching the fun.

After all, a courtyard that is expected to be a master of martial arts is enough to make anyone excited.

But unexpectedly, under the extreme disadvantage of sacrificing his body seal, he could still kill him?!

Huh ~

The cold wind is even more intense above the southern suburbs, and the airflow discharged from the aftermath of the fight of several people is reversed.

Looking at the dissipated smoke and blood, the masters from all the prefectures were silent.

For a moment, he lost the courage to release Lingying.

That's the Martial Saint!

Three Martial Saints!

Except for nearly four hundred years, in any era in ancient times, he was a powerful man who could be the best in his lifetime!

At this moment, he died so easily...

"Die, all dead!"

"Zhuoligetu, you..."

"Hate! Hate!"

"Defeated, defeated!"

What is more exciting than everyone is the three lonely souls that cannot be seen by ordinary people and floating in the wind above the ruins.

They looked at each other bitterly, unwillingly but shocked.

Experts with such status as them will naturally know that before the changes in the sky, hundreds of ghosts will walk at night and on a day.

But how could he expect that he would become one of them...

"This wind is so cold..."

The three lonely souls were all very weak, especially Qiao Shanhu and Dan Tai Mie. They were affected by the lightning, and their souls were a little blurred.

Ning Wuqiu was not much better, his soul body was relatively condensed, but he died in pain. He roared in the wind for a long time before he looked at the ruins with resentment:

"Yang Yu, Yang Yu!"

"How dare you call the master's name by boldness?!"

Suddenly, thunder came out of the void and scolded him like a thunder.

A dark mist surged out, sweeping the three people who had not yet been able to adapt to the soul body.

In the fog, the ghost baby's blue-purple face showed entanglement and greed, and his saliva dripped uncontrollably:

"It smells so good!"

...

"call!"

The mouth and nose were filled with bloody smell, which was the smell of the sacrifice seal eroding oneself one step closer. This was a more serious injury than he expected.

After only two thunder changes, he already had the terrifying illusion that he was about to be broken.

Logically speaking, even if the body of the Martial Saint was in danger, Yang Yu was unable to resist such injuries, but he vomited out a breath of turbid air and maintained his blood and blood.

Dan Tai Mie read it wrong. He did try his best for a moment, and he did have the power to shoot another knife.

All of this lies in his second life of self-pity for his mother.

[The Seventh Method of Concentration: Take one line of life and death, and the root of concentration does not disperse, which can accommodate all kinds of trauma and prolong life]

Liansheng Lao Mother is worthy of being the first person in Taoism in the past three thousand years. All of his twelve Taoisms that he has achieved great success in his cultivation are the best.

If you don’t talk about it, this seventh method of concentration is also extremely powerful.

The moment Ning Wuqiu died, he used this technique to peek into the four fields with his secrets and did not see the traces of people he expected.

This Taoist technique not only resisted the seal of sacrificing the body, but also endured the backlash of two powerful thunder transformations, and even ignored Qiao Shanhu's powerful palm power.

"It's a pity that it can only be postponed, and the injury cannot be completely eliminated. Fortunately, the Zhuoligetu is exactly the same as I expected..."

Looking at Zhuo Ligetu's back as he was leaving, Yang Yu's tense breath calmed down.

He was not surprised by this scene.

Zhuo Ligetu and others were carrying a kind of secret treasure, in order to prevent him from fighting his life, and at the same time, it also isolated his breath to a certain extent, making it impossible for him to lock in the direction of several people.

Unfortunately, there is nowhere to hide under Tongyou. The secret treasures of several people have not yet resisted the life and death book induced by Tongyou.

He saw the biggest flaw among the few people.

Zhuoligetu.

This former lord of the Golden Tent Prince Court was born in the eight tribes of Tianlang and was a noble man in heaven. He was favored by the old demon of the Black Mountain. He was promoted to the Martial Saint and became the lord of the Golden Tent Prince Court for decades.

Needless to say, his talent is very domineering, and his martial arts are also very domineering, with the shadow of the old demon's "Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword".

Unfortunately, after years of pampering, he was a little less determined than the rest of the people. Even Dan Tai Mie, who was promoted to Martial Saint by taking the Tiger and Wolf Pill, was even more decisive than the other people.

Therefore, Yang Yu killed Dan Tai Mie with the second sword.

"There are two more thunder changes. The seventh method of determining the root cannot maintain my injury. I will immediately break into mud..."

After Yang Yu withdrew his gaze, someone came with a sword in front of Wu Changbai and others.

"Bullying the few with more is really a rat!"

The hilt of the sword was clattered, and Yu Taoist was filled with righteous indignation and his face turned bloody, looking determined to be a decisive person who was humiliating his minister to die.

“…”

“…”

Seeing this scene, those who understand him or not are silent.

"This old guy..."

Wu Changbai looked contemptuous.

Most of the great masters in the world still respect him, but he really looks down on this old man.

"Mr. Yu is going to chase and kill that Yilong, you can help him."

Without hiding his fatigue and weakness, Yang Yu wiped away the blood from the corners of his eyes and issued a light order.

"yes!"

Taoist Yu responded solemnly, turned around and left.

When the battle began, he was the farthest away from here, but he happened to see the archer falling from the sky...

"No wonder you have already started to set up a sacrifice to the Temple of Heaven, no wonder you didn't recall Wang Muzhi..."

He threw Wan Jiang, who was like a dead dog, to Qin Lihu, and Daoren Lin could not hide his shock, but he couldn't help but feel a little alert in his heart.

This kid is not as reckless as he imagined. It seems that he has set up a trap waiting for this group of people...

"He doesn't come back if he does something strange outside the border..."

With just one sentence, blood flowed out from the corner of Yang Yu's mouth, and his condition was much worse than before.

"Your injury is so serious, do you still have any strength?"

Daoren Lin didn't know how to say it.

The serious injury of Yang Yu's current moment is even more serious than the injuries he suffered when he visited Dayan Mountain at night thirty years ago.

But he still dares to fight with the Martial Saint...

"Some are still there, but unfortunately, the old demon has not come in person..."

He glanced at the two ten masters who looked like dead dogs on the ground. On Wan Jiang, he felt a familiar aura.

The Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu, this old guy has a nest of people on his body...

"That Zhuoligetu..."

Daoren Lin's sword was slightly shaken.

"The direction he went, Qi Daoguang had been waiting for a long time, but it was not that easy to leave..."

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth and slightly tidied up his clothes. Yang Yu stepped onto the king's chariot and returned to the city surrounded by a group of terrified soldiers and civilians.

Today is not just the day to be king.

It's his wedding day!
Chapter completed!