Yuan Tianzun Chapter 98

  Chapter 98 can fight with the Grandmaster

   "Yu Jianjun didn't stay in his own tent, why did he come to the big tent?" Wang Xiaohe, who was wearing heavy armor, didn't even bother to lift his head, still bowing his head in thought.

   This voice is too familiar to him.

  He didn't want to see each other at all.

"Hmph, General Wang, I am trusted by His Majesty to come to supervise the army. According to the law, I should come to the big tent every day to listen to the report from the army." The faint voice suddenly turned cold: "Why, the general wants to violate the military law? "

  Wang Xiaohe bowed his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

  A castration!

   Dare to talk about military law?

  But Wang Xiaohe still put down his pen, raised it up, his expression was indifferent, but he had returned to normal, and said slowly: "What does Supervisor Yu want to know?"

   Standing not far in front of him was a handsome, but slightly feminine young man about 1.8 meters tall.

   Also armor-piercing!

  The state of the Jin Dynasty is at its peak. Although eunuchs are used to supervise the army, it is by no means to send some people who don't know the army and are greedy for life and afraid of death.

   This is only the check and balance of the emperor.

"Today, I see signs of mobilization in the Ninth Battalion. They leave in the morning and return in the evening." Supervisor Yu said indifferently: "According to the law, an army of ten thousand people is stationed in one place. For military transfers of more than a thousand people, there must be General Zhengdong's Mansion." Orders; the military transfer of hundreds to thousands of people must be ordered jointly by the main army and the supervising army.”

   "Why didn't I know about the deployment of eight hundred people?" Supervisor Yu looked sharply at Wang Xiaohe.

   "This is a secret order!"

  Wang Xiaohe said indifferently: "It's just a mission. When the monthly report comes, the supervising army will know."

"Even if there is a secret order, I, the supervising army, should know it first." Yu Jianjun sneered, "Is the request of the Anping county sheriff's request also a secret order from above? Will the field army also participate in the local bandit suppression? What is the use of the guards?"

  Wang Xiaohe's pupils shrunk.

  He didn't expect that in less than half a day, the overseer would know the reason.

   "The governor of Anping County is a staff member of the Ninth Prince's account. He and the general were friends when they were in Shengjing." Yu Jianjun looked at Wang Xiaohe: "His jurisdiction is in chaos, so the general dispatched troops to calm the chaos?"

  Wang Xiaohe looked at each other coldly and said nothing.

   "General Wang."

Yu Jianjun's voice suddenly became gentle again: "I know you look down on me, but I came here by the emperor's order, and I am not a rigid person. There are some things that I can understand, but I hope that from now on, the matter of deploying troops will You can explain it to me in advance."

   "This is the first time, I will not report."

   "But I don't want to have a second time." Supervisor Yu said.

   "Thank you, Supervisor." Wang Xiaohe took a deep look at Supervisor Yu.

  He understood that he underestimated this new eunuch.

  Suddenly.

   "Huh?" A trace of anger flashed in Wang Xiaohe's eyes, and he, who seemed to be not flexible in heavy armor, rushed forward suddenly.

   "Boom!"

  With a dull cracking sound, the thick and spacious copybook shattered, and countless papers, bamboo slips, and pieces of wood flew around.

   "Wow~" A cold light, like lightning, disappeared from the place where Wang Xiaohe had just stood.

   "Assassin! Second Grade!"

  Wang Xiaohe, who avoided the sure-kill blow, let out a low growl, which was so loud that it spread in all directions instantly.

  In fact, without his vigilance, the large group of guards and guards outside the big tent have already heard the changes in the big tent.

   "Assassin!"

   "Hurry up, someone assassinates the general." Shouts came from outside the big tent.

   And inside the big tent.

   "Assassin?" Supervisor Yu's face changed, which was still complacent, he couldn't believe it, this is the big tent of the Chinese army!

  It should be noted that there are many influent masters around to guard.

   Can an assassin sneak in?

  In an instant, he had an idea, maybe Wang Xiaohe was bored with himself, and he wanted to find a reason to kill himself!

   All this happened very quickly, before Supervisor Yu had any other thoughts.

   As soon as he took two steps back instinctively, wanting to escape from the camp of the Chinese army, he felt himself flying up.

fly?

No! This is no fly, it was Wang Xiaohe who grabbed his shoulder and threw him back.

   Be a meat shield.

   "Peng~"

  A silver long spear pierced directly, like piercing a piece of tofu, and pierced through the armor of Yu Jianjun in an instant.

   Blood spatter.

   Supervisor Yu, die!

"噗嗤~" With a flick of the silver gun, hundreds of thousands of catties of terrifying force erupted, and the body of Supervisor Yu exploded, turning into countless flesh and blood, and even his armor turned into fragments and shot in all directions, piercing the entire body. account.

   Outside the big tent, there were screams!

  For peerless warriors who easily explode with hundreds of thousands of powerful forces, a piece of gravel or a piece of steel can explode with terrifying power.

  Never rely on numbers to match.

  In the big tent, the strong smell of blood has completely dispersed.

   "General Wang, you are decisive and use your colleagues as a shield." Wu Yuan, wearing a grimace mask, dressed in black, and holding a silver gun, stood in the tent.

  The tip of the gun pointed at Wang Xiaohe who was still in shock.

   At the moment.

  Wang Xiaohe already had a thick and heavy knife in his hand, and he also stared at Wu Yuan: "Who are you, and why did you come to assassinate me?"

   "If someone bids, I will kill." Wu Yuan said calmly.

"It turned out to be a master of the Qixing Building. The stealth technique is really powerful, and he sneaked into my army's tent without a sound." Wang Xiaohe's face looked grim: "I, Wang Xiaohe, have been in the army for nearly twenty years. You, I have seen the most Terrible assassin, what a pity."

   "What a pity?" Wu Yuan said softly.

   "It's a pity that you didn't take advantage of the situation to attack and gave me a chance to breathe." Wang Xiaohe said fiercely: "From the moment I got the knife, you are dead."

   "Really?" Wu Yuan's voice was cold, as if it came from the Nine Nethers: "I don't know, it's not because you can escape my shot, I hope you can play with me for a while longer?"

   "After all, masters are hard to find."

  Before he uttered the word 'Xun', Wu Yuan rushed out suddenly, and the earth and rock under his feet cracked instantly, revealing dozens of cracks.

   Both sides.

   Less than three feet away.

   For masters at this level, it is within reach!

   "Huh!" The gun came out, infused with 300,000 catties of terrifying power, and with a roaring sound, it stabbed straight at Wang Xiaohe with unparalleled power!

   "Chi Chi!"

  The shadow of the knife flickered, and Wang Xiaohe retreated violently, and at the same time he slashed at Wu Yuan's silver spear with all his strength.

  Weapons staggered and collided.

   "His strength? It doesn't seem too strong!" Wang Xiaohe just noticed.

   Immediately, he felt a strange force coming from the barrel of the gun, which changed his expression greatly, and he could hardly hold the sword.

   "Retreat!" Wang Xiaohe wanted to retreat.

   "Retreat? Can you retreat?" Wu Yuan's eyes were cold.

   "Wow!" The body of the gun was retracted, and it was suddenly raised high. The head of the gun was connected to the body of the gun, like a long steel stick, and slammed towards Wang Xiaohe ruthlessly.

too fast.

   "Boom!"

  The long knife was raised horizontally, even though Wang Xiaohe resisted with all his strength, he still heard a huge roar, and the earth and rocks under his feet exploded.

  Countless rocks splashed.

   "His attack speed is so fast!" Wang Xiaohe was frightened and angry, resisting the numbness of his arms, and sprinted backward with all his strength.

  Don't dare to take it hard.

   "Let's see how many shots you can block me." Wu Yuan was strolling in the courtyard, unable to hit with a single shot, and then rushed forward, and stabbed straight again.

   Amazingly fast.

   "Death!" Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Wang Xiaohe had no choice but to use his saber light desperately, and a ray of saber light lit up.

   "Keng!" "Keng!"

   Heavy swords! Guns are everywhere! The two masters clashed more than ten times in an instant, and sweat dripped from Wang Xiaohe's forehead.

   Too fast, too fast.

  Wu Yuan's display of strength is obviously that strong, but the speed of the explosive marksmanship is beyond his imagination, so that he can only barely support it with all his strength.

   "Boom~" The two top experts clashed, and the terrifying air pressure formed spread widely around. Finally, the entire Chinese military tent could no longer bear it, and collapsed and shattered.

   All subsided.

  The messy wood and remnants of cloth fell in all directions, revealing two figures standing in the center of the dilapidated tent, a burly and abnormal holding a sword.

  One only showed his eyes, holding a silver gun!

  The eyes of the two collided.

   "As expected of a general in charge of the army, there are many people under him." Wu Yuan glanced around, and saw hundreds of soldiers besieging him from all directions.

   Farther away, more soldiers rushed over.

  The military formation has been initially formed! A large number of inflowing masters held bows and arrows aimed at Wu Yuan, and a large number of ordinary soldiers held crossbows.

   This is the most effective way for the army to deal with martial arts masters.

"Your strength is terrifying. Looking at the entire Jiangzhou, there are not many experts like you." Wang Xiaohe stared at Wu Yuan: "Tell me your name, otherwise, if you die, your family will not know where you died in the future." place."

   "My name? I don't even know it myself." Wu Yuan's voice was still cold: "However, the world generally calls me 'Dark Sword'!"

   "Dark knife?"

  As soon as Wang Xiaohe thought about it, he suddenly realized: "You are the dark knife on the list? But how can your strength be..."

   "Why are there so many problems!" Wu Yuan's eyes turned cold: "I'll send you on your way!"

   During such a period of time, more than 500 sergeants surrounded them.

about there.

   "Whoosh!" Wu Yuan fled.

   "Let's go!" shouted violently.

   Phew! call out! call out! Immediately, terrifying arrows struck Wu Yuan directly like streams of light, and the speed of the arrows was equally terrifying.

   "I don't believe it, you can dodge it." Holding a long knife, Wang Xiaohe stood in front of the army with great confidence, staring at Wu Yuan.

  Large army of arrows, win by quantity!

  But immediately, Wang Xiaohe's face changed, and he almost lost his voice: "How is it possible?"

   Whoosh~

  Wu Yuan's body became strangely distorted and recovered instantly, as if he could predict the direction of the arrows in advance.

   Dodge like lightning.

   "Keng!" "Keng!" "Keng!" Accompanied by several thrusts of the spear, he precisely pushed aside the two arrows in front of him.

  Wu Yuan managed to escape the rain of arrows in the blink of an eye.

   Unscathed!

  Even his speed, only slowed down slightly.

   "Arrow rain from the army! That's all!" Wu Yuan let out a long roar, and like a ghost, he jumped several feet away in an instant and approached Wang Xiaohe again.

   One shot stabs out.

   Silently, the same force erupted, but when the spear was completely integrated into the air, the air hardly formed any obstruction, and the speed of the gun instantly soared by 50%.

   Hit the opponent's head directly!

   "No!" A trace of fear flashed in Wang Xiaohe's eyes, it was too terrifying.

   The marksmanship just now was fast enough, but now it is even more terrifying.

   "This dark knife? Where is the strength of Jiangzhou's fifty or sixty people?"

   "At least top twenty! Even top ten!"

   "The gun passed silently. Is this the legendary 'unity of man and nature'? Even if it's slightly worse, it's almost the same." Wang Xiaohe's eyes turned red.

  At this moment, he was really in a hurry!

  He finally understood why Wu Yuan was so confident, such a terrifying master, why would he care about the siege of an army?

  Wang Xiaohe knew that if he didn't work hard, it would be very difficult for him to survive today.

   "Boom!"

  Wang Xiaohe's breath changed instantly, his speed also soared, his figure retreated violently, and at the same time he slashed towards the spear with a knife.

   "Keng!"

   "Explode cheats and secret techniques? Although the strength is a bit stronger, so what?" Wu Yuan was full of fighting spirit.

  Just saw Lie Xinxi just now, and I haven't played against a master for a long time, so I played for a while.

   Now, who would give the other party a chance?

  The two clashed crazily, like conjoined bodies, Wu Yuan never gave Wang Xiaohe a chance to widen the gap between them.

   "Whoo!"

   There are a large number of sergeants along the way, seeing that they can no longer use bows and crossbows.

   began to fight desperately close.

  They are all Wang Xiaohe's personal guards.

  According to military law, if Wang Xiaohe died, they would be punished severely if they did not die.

   Naturally, everyone is desperate.

  These sergeants have at least ten thousand catties of strength, and there are many in-stream masters with tens of thousands of catties of strength.

   Once it breaks out, it should not be underestimated!

   "Those who stand in the way, die!" Terrible murderous intent erupted in Wu Yuan's eyes, and he waved his silver gun.

  The overwhelming gun shadows swept in all directions.

  "Pfft!"

   Either the throat was pierced, or the neck was cut open.

   All die!

  Wang Xiaohe, as slippery as a loach, took the opportunity to distance himself from Wu Yuan, and fled desperately.

   But he hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

   Whoosh!

  Wu Yuan boldly jumped up from the ground, trampled on the heads and shoulders of many guard soldiers, and rushed towards Wang Xiaohe like lightning.

   "Hoo!" "Hoo!" Countless spears and swords stabbed along the way.

   But they were avoided one by one.

  Walk through thousands of armies without touching a single cent! At this moment, the strangeness of Wu Yuan's movement made Wang Xiaohe and even all the soldiers terrified.

   "Poof!" "Poof!"

   Instead, gunshots flew by one after another, and the soldiers along the way fell in groups like straw, whether it was a third-rate master or a second-rate master!

   Even the only two first-class masters shot.

  No one can block Wu Yuan's shot!

  In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers died, and Wu Yuan finally caught up with Wang Xiaohe again.

  The two of them have already rushed out of the encirclement of the army.

   "Kill!" Wang Xiaohe gritted his teeth, turned around and slashed at Wu Yuan suddenly, wanting to fight Wu Yuan to the death.

  Escape? Must die!

   Fight to the death, or have a chance.

   "Die!" As soon as Wu Yuan landed on the ground, a ray of madness flashed in his eyes, like a gust of wind, the spear turned into spear shadows all over the sky.

   Silently, it was 50% faster than before!

  Mystery "Thousand Mountains"!

  Explode with full force!

  In the blink of an eye, dozens of gun shadows completely enveloped Wang Xiaohe, blinding Wang Xiaohe instantly.

   "His gun, can it be faster? What kind of strength does this have?" Wang Xiaohe couldn't believe it, his face was flushed, and he tried his best to resist.

  If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.

  When Wu Yuan performed "A Thousand Mountains", the forty-sixth spear pierced out, Wang Xiaohe couldn't resist anymore, the tip of the spear rubbed against the blade and instantly broke through his defense.

   "Puff!" His throat was pierced.

   "Boom~" Wu Yuan exerted force again, and with the tip of the gun spinning, the corpse split apart in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and there was no possibility of surviving.

  Wang Xiaohe, die!

  Blood splattered and slightly stained Wu Yuan's boots, but why would Wu Yuan care about such a trivial matter?

   "Huh!" Wu Yuan raised his spear to the ground, and the magic sword that had just fallen to the ground was lifted up.

   Wu Yuan held it in his hands.

   "The general is dead!"

   "Supervisor Yu is also dead."

   "Kill, kill the assassin!" Thousands of soldiers rushed towards Wu Yuan like a tide from the military tents.

   Fighting against an army alone?

   It is absolutely true that the master of the earth list can defeat ten thousand with one.

   There have been countless examples in the history of Middle-earth.

  With Wu Yuan's current strength, even in a head-to-head confrontation, he is also not afraid of an army of ten thousand people, and there is a steady stream of blood-colored mist to relieve physical fatigue.

  He is absolutely capable of killing this army to collapse.

   However, it doesn't make much sense!

   "In the confrontation of national wars, the most important thing is to fight with the top powerhouses." Wu Yuan's eyes were cold: "Just kill some generals, there is no need to slaughter these low-level soldiers."

  It should be noted that the **** mist from the killing just now was saturated, and the black tower in the Shangdantian Palace did not even gushe out the **** mist.

   Whoosh!

  Wu Yuan chose a direction at random, and directly cast "Silent Walk", his figure was as fast as lightning, and he swung his spear, leaving behind a pile of corpses of soldiers in the blink of an eye.

   directly rushed out of the encirclement of the army.

   quickly disappears into the darkness.

  A 10,000-man army, the chief general and the supervising army all died, and three of the five lieutenants died. The sergeants also suffered heavy casualties, and naturally there was chaos.

  However, under the comfort of the only two remaining lieutenants, the chaotic army gradually calmed down and began to clean up the mess.

  When the sky is about to get dark.

   "Answer!" "Answer!" Outside the camp, horseshoes burst out.

   A group of people are approaching quickly.

   "The Ninth Prince is here in person, where is Wang Xiaohe? Come and pick him up quickly!" A long whistle, with strong penetrating power, passed from outside the barracks to inside the barracks.

  Half a day, no response.

…"What?"

   "Wang Xiaohe died, just tonight? He was assassinated by a terrible master." A large group of masters surrounded a young man in black robes and rushed into the barracks angrily, just as they were about to find Wang Xiaohe.

   But got such a bolt from the blue.

"How can it be?"

"A month ago, when General Wang bid farewell to me in Linjiang City, he was still fine!" The black-robed young man with red eyes and twitching facial muscles almost growled, "I don't Believe me, I want to see General Wang's body."

  He walked straight towards the collapsed tent.

   "Your Highness." The general at the side saw this scene and wanted to stop him: "General Wang's body has been..."

"roll!"

  The young man in black roared furiously and kicked him away. The terrifying force instantly sent him flying nearly ten meters away, spitting out blood.

  It should be noted that the general is also a first-class master, which shows the strength of the Ninth Prince.

  The young man in black robe led a group of people and quickly came to the big tent.

  Here is a mess, there is blood everywhere.

   There are hundreds of corpses lined up horizontally, which is shocking.

   The smell of blood is strong.

  However, among the people who came, which one has not been slaughtered for a long time, would you care?

   Whoosh!

  The black-robed youth dodges a few times, leaps tens of meters, and arrives in front of Wang Xiaohe's body lying on the white cloth.

  The corpse was divided into two parts, but they were barely put together.

  The mask is completely changed.

   "Senior brother! Senior brother!" The black-robed youth couldn't bear it any longer, lying beside the corpse, growling and wailing.

  The dozen or so masters who followed were all silent.

  They all knew that although the Ninth Prince was nearly twenty years younger than Wang Xiaohe, they both worshiped under the same master.

  In the early years, when the Ninth Prince hadn't shown his talent, Wang Xiaohe, as a 'senior brother', had mentored him for a long time on behalf of his master.

  The relationship between the two is very good.

   Later, one became a general of the territory.

  One, but suddenly emerged from among the princes and became one of the three princes who are most valued by the Jin emperor today.

   There is hope of becoming a great treasure!

   Half a sound.

  The Ninth Prince suddenly raised his head, his face was stained with tears, all of which were wiped off, leaving nothing but endless killing intent.

   "You, get over here!" The Ninth Prince stared at the general who had been kicked by him just now.

   "Your Highness." General Pi was terrified.

   "What's the situation?" The Ninth Prince stared at him: "Don't miss anything, tell me everything."

   "Yes, tonight, humble job..." General Pi didn't dare to delay, and quickly told what he knew.

   Immediately after.

  Under the command of the Ninth Prince, someone quickly found three more personal guards.

   was summoned and questioned one by one.

  The content of their narrations came together to form a complete incident, allowing the Ninth Prince and the accompanying masters to have a clear understanding.

   "Dark knife?"

  The Ninth Prince's eyes were cold, and he growled lowly: "It is rumored that the dark knife who obtained the order of Chu Jiang? Uncle Jin, is it him?"

"Your Highness, it's hard to say, maybe it's just pretending to be." An old man in white robe who followed said softly: "Dark Knife is good at knife skills and flying knives, but according to the current description, this mysterious master is good at marksmanship."

"and!"

   "According to the information collected by Qunxinglou, Dark Dao is only a top 60 or 70 expert in Jiangzhou, not to mention killing General Wang among thousands of troops."

   "Even if it is one-on-one, it may not be able to kill General Wang." The white-robed old man shook his head slightly: "90% probability, it is impersonation."

At this moment.

  The middle-aged man in red robe who had been walking back and forth in the collapsed tent came back, with two short guns on his back, his expression indifferent.

   "Master Li?" The Ninth Prince asked tentatively.

  Attitude, which is very different from treating other people.

   "I checked the traces of their fighting, and combined with what the sergeants said." The middle-aged man in the red robe said indifferently: "This person should have the strength of the top ten people in Jiangzhou."

  Top ten on the list?

   Everyone's hearts sank, this is already a very terrifying master.

  In terms of strength, he is very close to a master.

   "I'm sure of killing him." The middle-aged man in the red robe spat out another six words.

  Everyone was shocked!

   Don't talk about those lieutenant generals and personal guards who were arrested for questioning.

  All the people accompanying the Ninth Prince looked at each other in blank dismay. They only knew that the middle-aged man in the red robe was very strong, but the other party had only been with the Ninth Prince for a short time, so they didn't know the details of the other party.

  Top ten on the list!

   Are sure to kill?

   "Okay!" The Ninth Prince's eyes were fixed, and a terrible cold light burst out.

  He suddenly turned his head and stared at a middle-aged man in a black robe among his entourage: "Nan Wei? Take out your 'Blood Seeker', I'm going to hunt him down."

  The expression of the middle-aged man in the black robe changed: "Your Highness, there are only the last two blood-seekers left."

   "Besides, it's not clear whether the assassin's body was stained with blood, and several hours have passed, so I'm not at all sure whether he can be tracked down." The black-robed man continued.

  There is only one meaning in the words, let the Ninth Prince give up!

   "I asked you to track it down. If it fails, I don't blame you." The Ninth Prince stared at the middle-aged man in black robe, suppressed his anger, and tried his best to make his tone as good as possible.

  Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in black robe, some with curiosity in their eyes.

   Spirit insects.

   is very rare! Many of them have only been heard of in some ancient classics, where can they be seen?

   "Yes, Your Highness." The middle-aged man in black robe nodded helplessly.

   Very quickly.

  He took a little blood from one corpse after another, and finally took a little blood from the corpse of 'Wang Xiaohe'.

  A lot of blood was mixed in a vial.

   At this time.

  The black robe carefully opened a wrapped jade bottle, and then poured one of the eggs into the vial mixed with a lot of blood.

   "Wow~" Visible to the naked eye, the eggs swallowed up all the blood in the jade bottle, and then quickly hatched.

  A blood-colored flying insect the size of a thumb flew out.

  Everyone is staring.

  I saw that the flying insect circled around a pile of corpses for a long time, and then turned around, making a 'buzzing' sound, about to fly to another direction.

   "Your Highness." The black-robed middle-aged man grabbed the spirit insect into his palm and said excitedly: "The spirit insect said that there is a familiar smell of blood, and it is heading southwest."

   "Southwest?"

  The Ninth Prince's eyes were cold, and he glanced at his subordinates: "Uncle Jin, Master Li, Jiuhuo, Nanwei, you four follow me and hunt down the murderer together."

   "Your Highness, no!"

  The expression of the 'white-robed old man' named Uncle Jin changed immediately: "The son of a thousand gold can't sit still, this beast dares to assassinate my Great Jin General, of course he should be killed, but we can just go, why does His Highness take the risk himself?"

   "Yes! Your Highness, you stay in the army, we will go."

   "Your Highness." Others spoke one after another.

   They entrusted their prosperity to the Ninth Prince throughout their lives, so naturally they didn't want the other party to take risks.

   "Father, you fought in Xizhou for more than ten years, wandering through life and death, and just now you became a master, and entered the capital with a hundred battles." The nine princes glanced at their attendants: "If you can't become a master, you can't be an emperor!"

   "This is the rule set by the ancestors."

   "Today, with Master Li and you here, if I don't even dare to catch an assassin, how can I hope to become a master? Become an emperor?"

   "Furthermore, I must kill him myself!" The Ninth Prince almost growled.

   "Yes..." The old man in white robe wanted to say something more.

   "There is no need to discuss any further." The Ninth Prince said indifferently: "Uncle Jin, if you are afraid, then stay here."

   "Nanwei, release the spirit insects."

   "Yes." Nan Wei did not dare to refute, and quickly released the spirit insect in his hand.

  The spirit worm flew out quickly, not too fast.

   "Master Li, Nan Wei, Huo Ling, let's go." The Ninth Prince roared, and followed the spirit worm with a dodge.

   Several masters hurriedly followed.

   "Hey." The old man in white robe sighed softly, turned his head to a big man in black robe among his entourage, and said solemnly: "Wu Xi."

   "Lord Jin." The black-robed man continued.

   "Immediately go back and report to Grandmaster Chen Luo, I will leave a mark along the way." The white-robed old man continued: "Tell Grandmaster to come as soon as possible."

   "Remember, don't delay, go quickly!"

   "Yes." The black-robed man nodded and quickly left along the same path.

  After giving the order, the white-robed old man also leaped tens of meters, and quickly chased after the Ninth Prince and his party.

  After killing Wang Xiaohe in World War I.

  Wu Yuan left and fled straight away. Even though he was a little slower to avoid leaving traces, it was still fast.

   Along the southeast direction, they rushed for several hours in one breath.

   Until we came to a big river.

"Unexpectedly, I escaped for more than six hundred miles in one breath, and all fled to the edge of the Yunjiang River. This place should be the junction of Hengshan Mansion and Baihu." Wu Yuan is familiar with the terrain of the entire Jiangzhou, but he has never really walked. All over Jiangzhou.

  As far as his eyes could see, there were no people on the dangerous shoal.

  Across the river, there are rolling hills.

   "Boom!" He stuck the magic sword on the ground, and put down the spear casually.

   Wu Yuan directly took off the clothes on his body.

   "Escaped six hundred miles in one breath."

   "There is no trace all the way, avoiding Zhuangzi in the town, no matter how powerful a tracking expert is, it should be impossible to track down." Wu Yuan smiled slightly.

  He asked himself very carefully.

   After all, the opponent is the border guard general of the Jin Empire. Once killed, the shock may be quite serious, so you can't be too careful.

   One relax.

  The countless pores that were originally tightly locked opened, and countless sweat poured out immediately, Wu Yuan also felt a little bit tired.

   Take a break.

   "Take a bath." Wu Yuan jumped into the Yunjiang River. The river water was clear and icy cold, but he took a bath quickly.

  It took half a day to go ashore.

   "Comfortable." Wu Yuan put on his clothes again, only to feel refreshed, as far as he could see, the mighty river was flowing eastward gently.

  The winter sun is not warm, but very pleasant.

   "Killed Wang Xiaohe and completed the task. It is regarded as revenge, and it also caused some troubles to the Jin Empire." Wu Yuan was in a happy mood: "I also obtained a large amount of **** mist."

  Think here.

   "Blood mist." Wu Yuan immediately sat cross-legged, his consciousness gathered, and he saw countless blood mist surrounding the black tower in the upper dantian palace.

  Wu Yuan's body seemed to be jumping for joy.

   Longing for **** mist.

   "I haven't fused the blood mist for more than half a year. This time, I hope the blood mist gushing out of the black tower is enough."

   "Where is it not cultivation?"

   "Right here, let's start." Wu Yuan did not hesitate too much, and quickly began to guide the **** mist in the Dantian Palace.

   Immediately.

   "Boom!" Like a tide, the blood-colored mist gushed out from the Upper Dantian Palace and quickly reached the limbs and bones.

   Fusion!

  Suddenly, Wu Yuan sensed the subtle changes in his muscles and bones, his whole body trembled faintly, and his soul seemed to be cheering.

   "Evolution! Improvement!" Wu Yuan secretly sighed.

  In terms of magic, even the Ancient Immortal Dew is far from comparable to the Scarlet Mist.

  One is to upgrade to the limit of the body, and the other is to break the limit.

   Can it be compared?

   Tendons, bones, skin, membranes, internal organs, together with blood, are constantly evolving and improving under the fusion of **** mist.

  Of course, the extremely thick blood-colored mist that originally surrounded the black tower was also being consumed rapidly, decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "If you kill a top expert, you will get more **** mist."

   Wu Yuan secretly said: "Killing hundreds of other soldiers is probably comparable to the **** mist obtained from killing Wang Xiaohe."

  The more you think about it.

  Wu Yuanyue felt that the secrets contained in the black tower were deep.

  What exactly does the **** mist come from?

   Is it from the Black Tower, as a reward for killing enemies? How does Heita clearly judge the strength of his own killing enemies?

   Some mysterious substance that devours the dead? Why can it only devour the enemies it kills?

   Can't figure it out!

   Time passes, when the sun goes down.

  When the **** mist in the upper dantian palace was about to be exhausted, Wu Yuan finally felt that his body had reached the limit of swallowing the **** mist.

   "Absorbed a full 90%!"

   "Only 10% left?" Wu Yuan murmured to himself: "Could it be possible that you want me to find another place to kill?"

   Deep down, Wu Yuan doesn't really like killing.

   "Forget it, let's talk about it after a while, let's work hard and improve our physical fitness to the limit." There was a trace of expectation in Wu Yuan's eyes: "I don't know, what level of physical fitness can be improved this time?"

  His one-arm fist strength has reached 110,000 jin.

   Sensing the body, Wu Yuan has a faint feeling that this time the increase may be beyond his imagination.

  He took out the jade bottle he carried with him from the package on the ground.

Open.

  A burst of fragrance diffuses, making people involuntarily have the desire to swallow.

   What is placed in the jade bottle is the Yigu Xianlu.

  In the past three years, the Zongmen has granted a total of thirty drops of ancient fairy dew.

  Adding the ten drops originally owned by Wu Yuan, and subtracting a small part that he used up over the past year, there are about thirty-six drops.

  Yigu Xianlu contains a lot of energy and is small in size, easy to carry around.

   Therefore, when he was cultivating hard in Yunshan Mountain, Wu Yuan seldom used 'Ancient Immortal Dew' to strengthen his body, but mostly used Yiqi Pill and Yunquan Water.

  These ancient dews are used when he plans to travel abroad.

   "Nowadays, you can improve your physical fitness in one go without any hindrance. I don't know if these ancient dews are enough." Wu Yuan smiled slightly.

   Open your mouth directly.

   Without diluting it, I swallowed a whole drop of Ancient Immortal Dew!

  Suddenly, a surging energy burst out from Wu Yuan's mouth to his stomach.

  With Wu Yuan's current strong physical fitness, it is enough to bear it.

   "Huh!"

  Wu Yuan jumped out and began to practice "Tiger and Leopard Bone Training", every move and every move deeply stimulated his body.

  Suddenly, the surging energy erupted from the Yigu Xianlu quickly poured into every corner of the body.

  Long dry meets nectar!

  The muscles and bones of Wu Yuan's whole body began to frantically devour and absorb the energy of the Ancient Immortal Dew to strengthen himself.

  The blood-colored mist has raised the limit of his body to an extremely high level.

  The ancient fairy dew does not contain any impurities.

  His physical fitness began to improve at an unprecedented speed.

   Drops of the ancient immortal dew were swallowed by Wu Yuan.

  His physical fitness also ranged from 110,000 catties...120,000 catties...130,000 catties...

   Soar all the way!

  The sun goes down.

   has risen again!

  When the sun hung above his head again, Wu Yuan finally stopped his cultivation, stood where he was, and became completely quiet.

"one day one Night."

   "Finally reached the limit!"

   "In order to eliminate the fatigue of the body's continuous cultivation and improvement, the **** mist is exhausted."

   "Original Immortal Dew, only three drops are still consumed." Wu Yuan calmed down, and consumed more than thirty drops of Ancient Immortal Dew.

  Equivalent to spending millions of silver overnight.

but.

  Wu Yuan doesn't feel distressed at all. The purpose of all the resources he strives to obtain is to improve his own strength.

  Strength cannot be improved.

  There are many treasures, what is the use?

   "Huh!" Wu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, looked down at his own palms, and clenched them lightly, feeling that surges of power could erupt at any time.

   Much better than before.

  Two days ago, his one-arm fist strength was 110,000 jin, and his pure physical fitness was still at the bottom of the 'second-rank warriors'.

   And now.

  Wu Yuan punched out, extremely fast, like an afterimage of the fist, silently, faster than before!

   "Boom!" Another punch, without deliberately blending into the surrounding environment, the air exploded.

   "One-arm punch."

   "About...160,000 catties!" Wu Yuan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Even compared with the masters and masters, the gap is very small."

  Diban Grandmaster, the minimum requirement for physical fitness is 200,000 catties!

   When in Yunshan.

  Wu Yuan has read many classics, including the essays (not experience) of several masters, and has a certain understanding of the masters of the dibang.

  Why three thousand years ago, King Wu would set the first-rank physical fitness as 200,000 catties?

   This is a limit.

   is the human beings in Middle-earth, reaching the general level of the human body limit.

  Just like Wu Yuan's previous human federation, the physical fitness of martial arts masters, the strength of one-arm punches is generally 25,000 to 30,000 jins.

   Middle-earth.

  Grandmaster's one-arm fist strength is generally between 200,000 jin and 250,000 jin.

higher?

   There are too!

  It is very rare. Most of them are born with extremely high physical talent, received the best training since childhood, and finally become a master before they can hope to make a breakthrough.

   "My fighting skills may not be comparable to ordinary masters."

   "Two days ago, I asked myself that the Grandmaster was almost invincible." Wu Yuan calmed down, "But now?"

   "Should be able to compete with the master one or two."

  At least, he has the ability to fight, so he won't be as helpless as before.

It can be said.

  Looking at the entire Middle-earth world, except for the legendary masters of the Tianbang who hardly show up.

  Wu Yuan has almost reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

this moment.

  Wu Yuan felt a little relaxed. He had reached this level in only two years.

   It can be said that there are fewer and fewer people in the world who can threaten him.

  If you are strong, you will be free and at ease.

that's all.

  Wu Yuan lay quietly by the river, his mind slowly relaxed and extended in all directions to perceive the world.

  A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour.

  When the sun is getting westward.

   "Huh?" Wu Yuan, who was relaxing at first, suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

   Turn over and stand up.

  The Magic Sword has been acquired.

  His gaze was fixed on the mountain forest not far away, and with his powerful perception and hearing, he had already noticed that he was in the mountain forest.

   There are several figures rushing towards at a very high speed.

   Didn't keep him waiting too long!

   Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Several figures jumped up, cut through the air, and quickly landed on the deserted forest nearly a hundred meters away from him.

   In the middle of both sides is a river shoal.

   "This group of people?" Wu Yuan frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the five figures, and his eyes fell on the black-robed youth with a formidable expression.

  This person seems to be the leader.

  But after glancing at him, Wu Yuan's eyes finally fell on the indifferent middle-aged man in red robe.

   This person is the greatest threat!

   "Are you a dark knife? Did you kill Senior Brother Wang?" The black-robed youth stared at Wu Yuan, and even more stared at the big knife in Wu Yuan's hand.

   This is Wang Xiaohe's magical sword.

   "Brother Wang? Wang Xiaohe?" Wu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "Are you an apprentice of 'Grandmaster Sun Dongning'?"

  Information on Wang Xiaohe.

   Wu Yuan is naturally clear.

   It's a pity, what about the master and apprentice? Just kill it!

   "It really is you!" The eyes of the black-robed youth contained endless anger, as if he wanted to swallow Wu Yuan completely.

   "Are you looking for revenge?" Wu Yuan said softly.

   "Although, I don't know how you can find it so quickly."

   "However, come to think of it, you should be masters of the Great Jin Empire." Wu Yuan's voice was not loud, but very penetrating, echoing across the river.

   "Your Excellency, is it really a dark knife?" The old man in white robe suddenly asked.

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