Buzz!

It looks like thunder falling from the sky, its color is magnificent, illuminating the night sky, its light is extremely fierce, and it robs the light of the sea of ​​fire.

The arrow fell and the wind blew, like the sudden drop in the middle of winter. The rain, fog and water vapor burned by the fire instantly condensed by the cold, turning into rolling wind and snow, suppressing the sea of ​​fire.

In an instant, the night sky was bright, the dark clouds dispersed, and the raging fire seemed to have been blown out for a moment.

The terrifying waves spread, sweeping through heavy snow, as if they were about to freeze the burning city.

The power of an arrow made everyone present move and shocked.

"The Four Elephant Arrow of Heaven's Will?"

The dizzy monk was about to die and his expression was shocked. He had never seen such an arrow, but in this arrow, he smelled the extremely strong will of martial arts.

And the expressions of the people behind him changed.

Accompanied by the eagle cry and arrows, the despairing expressions of the people behind him instantly turned into excitement after the disaster.

"The warriors in later generations are so powerful?"

The monk's expression moved.

He was born in the chaotic times of the late Tang Dynasty. At that time, the vassal states were divided and the devil was rampant, but martial arts were not prosperous. He never saw the legendary martial saint in his life.

Seeing the power of this arrow, I was shocked immediately, and I felt that I was probably underestimating the Martial Saint.

This arrow was almost like a magical power, and its power was so powerful that even he could not help but feel great fear.

It has nothing to do with enemies, it is purely an instinctive awe of creatures for the power that can threaten their own existence.

Boom!

First, an arrow fell into the sea of ​​fire, and then endless bursts of energy came. In an instant, the huge city was covered by thunder.

Even Yan Longxing, who was in the sea of ​​fire, was shocked by the dangerous battle against the Taoist ghost.

Saw!

The sword light was like a tide to isolate the sea of ​​fire. The red-colored Yan Longxing struggled to force the ghost to retreat. He suddenly raised his head and saw a golden light coming, and a goshawk spread his wings and sings in the night sky.

A figure fell across the sky and fell into the sea of ​​fire like a meteor.

Rumble!

The surging waves and blood qi rolled in all directions, blowing the smoke and dust and ashes scattered. Their momentum was as powerful as a sacred mountain moving towards it!

The arrow fell and the thunderous burst followed, like the nine heavenly thunder gods descending into the world. Their terrifying momentum made Yan Longxing's heart pound.

What made him even more incredible was that the invisible and invisible Taoist ghost in the sea of ​​fire was as frightened as a living person...

"Prince!"

"The four symbols of heavenly will come, the prince is here with his kiss!"

"Prince!"

...

Yan Longxing was furious, but the masters of the Demon Slaying Department and the Supervision Department were full of fears and excitement for surviving the disaster.

Many of them have never seen the legendary Northwest King, but this did not affect their respect.

Just like the New Army in the Northwest, the Demon-Slaying Department, the Supervision Department and even the many institutions in the Northwest Road all took the Northwest Good Family Son first.

In other words, the more than 20 years of growth of these young masters was the twenty years when Yang Yu became famous all over the world, from a small soldier in the border town to the King of Northwest, the best in the world!

boom!

As the waves of air spread, Yang Yu slowly raised his eyes and swept the crowd of people in the sea of ​​fire, as well as the Taoist ghost who was invisible and invisible, constantly changing positions with the birth and death of fire.

Behind him, Jiang Xiaobai and Wang Liu were covered in dust, excited and nervous, and in awe.

At this moment, they are at the center of the sea of ​​fire, but at this moment, within twenty feet of the radius of twenty feet centered on their prince, there is no flame that can be flammable.

Wherever his blood and energy that had not been completely restrained and as vast as the vast ocean, the terrifying flame that could burn the black iron was extinguishing and cooling!

However, where his arrow fell, the ghost in the fire rose from another flame, as if it was not damaged at all...

This fire...

"Wang Er and others are so embarrassed when they are wearing cow heads and horse-faced stairs. They face a few little ghosts..."

With his eyes withdrawn, Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

The Northwest Sansi was created by him and he devoted some effort. The elites in it not only taught the best martial arts, but also used the secrets to change the fate of the world. Everyone can be said to be gifted.

At this moment, led by Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai, dozens of people gathered here. With the help of the Niu-Tao and Horse-Faced Magical Power, even if you cannot take down a few Taoist ghosts, you should be able to move forward and retreat freely.

The cow head and horse face are soul-catching messengers and ghost heads. Any ghost monster will be shorter before, even if it is a Taoist ghost, it will be no exception.

This loss is really ugly...

"Prince..."

Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai immediately blushed, and he couldn't speak.

"Forget it."

At this moment, Yang Yu was not interested in holding him accountable. As soon as he finished speaking, people had already passed by and fell in front of the monk.

Wherever they passed, the flames were extinguished, and Wang and Liu hurriedly followed, because as Yang Yu left, the extinguished flames ignited again.

"roar!"

As Yang Yu left, shrill ghost howls came out from the sea of ​​fire. Eight invisible and invisible evil ghosts, accompanied by the sky of fire, rushed towards Yan Longxing again.

The latter almost bit his teeth, but he had to bite the bullet and fight hard.

"you……"

Looking at the young swordsman who was stepping through the flames, the monk's expression was moved, but before he could speak, the people behind him had already grabbed the front and saluted them with excitement and shame.

"Prince, my subordinates are incompetent..."

Huh ~

Before the turbulent blood had subsided, Yang Yu stopped in front of the temple and waved his hand casually to everyone to serve him, his eyes falling on the old monk in ragged clothes:

"The Episodes Monk?"

He came late and was separated by a illusion. He did not hear the conversations of several people before, but he experienced a lot of illusion. After a change of thought, he had already guessed the rough idea.

He has always been respectful to such a person.

"Amitabha."

The old monk put his hands together and stopped falling down. He stood up and bowed for a while, with awe and regret in his eyes:

"It turned out that it was Kuixing who was in front of him. The monk was polite and polite..."

“The master is polite.”

Yang Yu returned the gift, but did not exchange too much greetings:

"Master, this fire arises because of you, and it is your duty to come to put out the fire."

In the abandoned city, the fire rose again.

This is the fire of magical powers, which can be destroyed by extraordinary laws. Under that arrow, he already knew that if he wanted to destroy this fire, he would still have to fall at the source.

"What the donor said is true. This fire arose because of the monk, and it should be destroyed by the monk. However, this fire can only be destroyed once. If the monk cannot destroy the eight demons, it will inevitably lead to a disaster in the future..."

The old monk sighed slightly:

"The donor came from the outside world, and I think it can be seen that the illusion here has a tendency to overlap with the outside world..."

He really has a way to put out fire...

Hearing this, the people who were almost burned to death couldn't help but feel angry, but Yang Yu was in front of him, so he had to wait.

"It seems that the master cannot trust Yang."

Yu Yang could hear the meaning.

"No monks believe that they are not trusted by the donor. It is because these eight demons have some characteristics of Taoist fruit. Even if they have superb martial arts, they will be difficult to completely kill..."

The old monk was very calm:

"As the donor becomes the Martial Saint, he will have no hope. He has the Kuixing rank, but he has not become Kuixing in the end. Monk I..."

"That's what's the saying again..."

He raised his hand and interrupted the epileptic monk's words. Yang Yu looked cold and solemn:

"What if Yang insists on you put out the fire?"

"Amitabha……"

The invisible energy collided before the temple, and ripples appeared in the void, and the chill that rose in an instant made everyone feel creepy.

Jiang Xiazi, who was hiding beside him, couldn't help but jump. This person's aura was much stronger than a few years ago...

"The capital of the great emperor, the capital of the great emperor!"
To be continued...