"Old Dog Nie, come and take your time!"

He mastered the knife and the enemy was in front of him. All the distracting thoughts in Yang Yu's heart were gone. Only the flames that had been rolling away from his chest for many days erupted from now on!

Clang!

The long knife is unsheathed, and the cold light induces vomiting.

With a knife, an indescribable throbbing suddenly rose.

It is human nature to rise to what people want, to be highly valued and to avoid misfortune...

Wealth and glory are of course valuable, but wantonness may lead to serious consequences or even pursuit, but if this is done, the flame in my heart will be wiped out.

So, what martial arts he learned and what sword he practiced?

In a trance, Yang Yu seemed to see the old man holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in the martial arts field again.

It is better to be broken than to be broken!

So, is that true...

boom!

The sound of the sword exploded in an instant, and it was blown away by a sudden sword wind. The terrifying cold light rolled in awe, like a tide and waves. In an instant, the bone-thrusting cold current forced everyone around to retreat.

retreat!

retreat!

The extremely violent sword intent rolled and the violent murderous intent swept across the whole world like a cold current. Everyone who looked at the sword felt cold in his heart and the sword was facing his eyebrows.

You have to retreat, you have to retreat.

"This Gangqi, this sword technique?!!"

Yang Xuanying was shocked and almost crushed the iron fan. He could not retreat, but he looked at the old monk Yuanjue who was dim and would die at any time, and Xu Wenji, who stood with his hands down, and then took a few steps back silently.

Avoid the raging tide of sword light.

Qiu Zhanyu's mind was in agitation, and the Jinyiwei took several steps back, all holding long swords, and cold eyes swept Yang Xuanying and the Fengyun Guards with ugly faces.

laugh!

Yang Yu was motionless, and the air in front of him had been completely cut open by the rapid sword light. He slashed sharply and fiercely towards Nie Wendong, who was left alone and had his inner energy and blood qi blocked.

"Yang Yu..."

Qiu Zhanyu's body trembled, his eyes flushed, and he stared at the knife tightly, excited, ashamed, and admired all kinds of emotions rolling, all of which were filled with each other.

This knife should have been here, but...

Under such a cold sword light, those who were watching from afar felt that their eyes were about to be thrust into blood, but Nie Wendong, who had been blocked from his internal breath, suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!"

Amid the laughter, Nie Wendong's arms wide open, and his hair broke through the crown:

"Who can kill me?!"

call!

The wave of air suddenly arises, and the true energy is induced. It can be seen from the naked eye that his body swells violently.

And his momentum has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The moment before, it was a crown and the old scholar with a strong bookish spirit, but after a moment, it seemed like a big demon covered in human skin that showed his fangs that were terrifying to the world!

Boom!

It was like a big sun bursting with strong light and radiating into the whole audience. The light and heat burst out in an instant, even overwhelming the sharp sword light like a dragon and abyss.

The strong evil and heat instantly filled the entire front hall and courtyard, and even the entire mansion!

The coldness of late autumn was wiped out in an instant, and the onlookers felt that they had walked from the middle of winter to the midsummer. As the temperature rose, a group of servants without martial arts even fainted directly by scorching.

Such a powerful blood?!

Qiu Zhanyu's pupils contracted, as if he was frightened by a huge fright, and his hair was blown up.

Such powerful blood and energy are the only ones he has seen in his life, and even far surpassing Qi Gang and Yu Fengxian. Even the master-level figures he had met at Longyuan Road did not have such powerful blood and energy!

Could it be that Nie Wendong is the grandmaster?!

"This is, magical power?!"

Xu Wenji also frowned, and his palm trembled while holding Jindouzi.

He had known that Nie Wendong would have a trump card in his hand, but he didn't expect that he really had magical powers.

Although he is old, he was once a quasi-grandmaster-level warrior who has achieved great success in blood exchange and is very sensitive to blood and energy.

Although this blood and energy are powerful, it is not pure. Not only is it complicated, it is also filled with great evil spirits...

The expressions of the onlookers changed, but Yang Xuanying's expression was as normal. Not only was he not surprised, but he also had great expectations.

The Blood-Turning Pill was refined by him, but he didn't know how much Nie Wendong could do, and he couldn't help but have expectations.

Trepidation!

The white crane hovering in the air seemed to be frightened and almost threw all the three people on their backs down.

"This is?!"

Is it that was still pestering Qin Si? Real Man Miaomiao was shocked and almost fell down. He looked in horror, feeling the amazingly powerful blood energy, and his eyes were almost falling off.

“Drought-bah!”

Qin Si's expression changed and she recognized the aura that only those with supernatural powers could perceive.

Not right...

Isn't Drought dead?

"Come!"

While Nie Wendong laughed, he opened his five fingers and a long sword from the ruins was sucked into his palm. Then, the unstoppable blood qi induced an equally powerful sword light.

boom!

boom!

The blood and energy collided with the true energy, and the sword lights confronted and danced together. After a roar, it resounded thousands of times, and the entire compound was filled with sword lights and shadows.

The crowd forced them to retreat repeatedly.

This was a collision beyond everyone's expectations. No one expected that Nie Wendong, the state master who had been pampered for many years, had such force.

Qiu Zhanyu's mind was calm, holding a knife in his hand, staring at the place where the two of them were fighting. He could only see the sound of large tracts of earth and rocks shattering as the waves rolled.

Where the two of them were flickering, the bluestone floor was covered with dense knots of spider webs, cracking inch by inch.

"Is this a magical power..."

Feeling the hot waves, Yang Xuanying's eyes flashed with great desire.

Who is Nie Wendong, and how he doesn’t know?

When he was young, this man was a famous young genius, both civil and military, but he lived a pampering life for many years and was more inclined to practice Taoism. His martial arts were really not strong.

But the blessing of magical powers has only been half a month, and it is more than ten times stronger?

And this does not seem to be the biggest characteristic of the drought fruit...

"kill!"

The sword light rolled like a tide. Yang Yu saw the changes in Nie Wendong clearly. He had expected earlier that in the face of the surging blood and energy impact, he did not retreat but advanced. The sword light intertwined like a forest and crashed into it.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He dares to break into the three-foot forbidden land that can melt a hundred forged black iron, let alone this blood and energy?

The power of the drought is that it is countered by the Tao fruit and turned into a demonic charm. If the Tao fruit is controlled by others, there will be no such terrifying high temperature that cannot be touched.

boom!

boom!

The blood and energy rolled without any weakness. Instead, it became stronger and stronger as time went by. As the hot air spread, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Saw!

Yang Yu said nothing and used a knife indifferently. His figure changed, like a ghost, one person danced, like thousands of people using a knife, and the shadow of the knife filled the sky.

However, Nie Wendong's blood and energy seemed to be endless. Under the stimulation of such powerful blood and energy, the thickness of its energy was almost comparable to the Vajra Indestructible body of the old monk Yuanjue.

The sword shadow that danced wildly seemed to be unable to defeat its blood and energy, and the true energy.

"Kill me, come and kill me?"

Another collision, Nie Wendong laughed wildly, and his terrifying blood and energy made his every move ten times stronger than usual, and it seemed endless.

"good!"

Suddenly, a sound penetrated the rolling blood and suppressed the sound of a burst of air like a continuous cannon.

What?
To be continued...