Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Chang He, you came just in time!

Zhao Wulie's wine bag and rice bag have been lost, we have to earn our lives for ourselves! "

Yan Sheng looked back and saw the blood-robed man with a gloomy expression, a clear joy flashed across his eyes.

The idea of ​​​​capturing, which was a little shaken at first, dissipated in an instant, and turned into a strong killing intent.

He thought he was in the same boat as Meng Changhe.

Now that the identity is exposed, there is no way out.

If Qin Wugou is safe and sound, he will return to Tianjing alive.

Report the matter to the Beizhen Fusi, which will lead to a thorough investigation by the imperial court!

By then, Yan Sheng did not know whether Duke Liang and Zhao Wulie would be able to retreat completely.

However, the Jindao Yan family will definitely collapse first, and the whole family will die!

Think of the bloody scene of the exile of the relatives and the disciples!

Thinking about the deep roots accumulated over the generations, it will be destroyed in one fell swoop!

Yan Sheng's eyes widened in anger, his chest heaving, like an angry lion.

The strong blood energy is like a raging fire, constantly rising, burning the internal organs.

I wanted to gamble on wealth, but I didn't want to lose and go bankrupt!

Like him, Meng Changhe will not end up much better.

A pawn without a backer is destined to be abandoned.

This is what countless little people in Tianjing City have experienced.

Therefore, this was originally a sure-fire interception assassination.

At this moment, the situation seems to have turned around.

Now it's their turn to wade across the river!

"It's stubborn and stubborn! This thousand households are kind enough to give up their lives!

If you want to kill yourself, you will implicate the whole family in vain! "

Qin Wugou's phoenix eyes were filled with evil, and he shook his big spear.

Although she is a little bit behind Yan Sheng in the realm of martial arts.

But with the long strength of the dragon's blood, coupled with the superior martial arts grade.

The tyrannical combat power of this female thousand households is not inferior to the masters of the Fourth Heaven.

The mighty Yang Lixiao blocked the way because of contempt.

Only when he lost his arm and died at the hands of Meng Changhe would be the tragic end.

"The three realms exchange blood, but the tone is too big!"

Yan Sheng's brows were deep and stern, and the nine-ring golden sword lay across his chest.

The real gang in the body urges the extreme, and the sea of ​​​​qi turns like a wheel.

The invisible air was pulled, as if thousands of cold rays burst out.

A circle of violent ripples visible to the naked eye was swept out, and the raindrops fluttering in all directions were swept away.

"Who is Shicai, like a lost dog, running away in a hurry?"

The corners of Qin Wugou's mouth twitched in indifference, closed his eyes gently, and carefully sensed it with his heart.

Standing a few feet away, Yan Sheng was like a huge golden sun.

The scorching dazzling, condensed and condensed, like a cow's capillary needle, piercing the skin painfully.

As for Meng Changhe, who has successfully changed blood, his aura is rather strange and obscure.

It seems like a gurgling stream, and like a pool of puddles, which has a subtle and silent meaning.

Air currents, sky light, mountains and forests... all seemed to be sucked in, turning into a terrifying blood color of the most yin and evil.

"This person's martial arts should be inherited from the other side!"

Qin Wugou frowned slightly, relying on her keen five senses, she probably knew the details of the two of them.

As the tide of thought floats, thoughts flicker, and the state of mind is clear and peaceful.

Panlong Zhengang rolled away like thunder, walking on all four limbs.

After running Zhou Tian, ​​all of them were poured into the bright silver spear in his palm.

"Old man, let this thousand households experience the Yan family's life-threatening knife that runs across the Daming Mansion. How powerful is it!"

The lingering airflow stopped for a while, and the fierce murderous intent filled the muddy path.

Yan Sheng frowned, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his forehead.

It seems that the next moment, it will penetrate through the brain and lose his life.

His eyelids twitched violently, breaking free from the inexplicable illusion that the cold current shrouded his body, thinking to himself:

"What a fierce mother-in-law, so murderous! As expected of guarding the East Sea Mansion for years, beheading thousands of dragon sons and grandsons!"

This mighty old man in his sixties and seventies seemed unwilling to be outdone.

It was like a giant python swallowing the moon, breathing violently like never before.

The internal organs seem to be squeezed hard,

Shrink into a monolith.

More blood energy, inner breath, and true astral, layer by layer, poured down like a waterfall, gushing out.

The large tendons on the surface of the body trembled, as if the marksman quickly pulled the bowstring, making a continuous explosion like a thunderbolt!

Shaking the mountains and mountains is like a rush of energy, emerging from the bones, skin, and flesh and blood.

clank! Loudly!

The nine-ringed golden knife jingled, and that string of harsh murmurs collided.

It was as if a thousand big chis scraped together, making a screeching noise that was deafening.

Qin Wugou originally stood with a gun, ready to go.

But when she saw Yan Shengyun carrying a knife, it brought a dazzling golden light.

As if the five colors were confused, those fixed eyes flickered for a moment.

Hearing the piercing magic sound that vibrated his eardrums and disturbed his mood, he was even more stunned.

In the end, it is a thousand households in the imperial court, and the people in the public door are not as experienced as the old and hot in the arena.

Qin Wugou never expected that Yan Sheng would also use such rude tactics.

It's like using vulgar tricks such as monkeys to steal peaches when fighting in the ring.

Thrilling with shape, dazzling with sound, first results!

Although it was only a very short time of less than half a breath, it was enough for Yan Sheng to launch his ultimate move.

He seized this moment of opportunity, and the nine-ring golden sword was like slicing the great mountains, with unparalleled ferocity, he fought hard to kill from top to bottom.

The sharp cold light was like a thunderbolt, and it suddenly exploded outwards.

The atmosphere squeaked and emptied into thick and majestic white waves.

The void shook out layers of folds, as if rubbing countless fragile papers.

boom!

At the footholds of the few people, the muddy soil and gravel, and the sprinkling of raindrops, rose to the sky in an instant!

Form a huge curtain several feet high!

This knife is so powerful, not to mention the flesh and blood.

Even if there is a mountain and a great mountain in front of it, it will be split in half.

Yan Sheng has made every effort to pursue a one-hit kill!

The majestic and true astral that has been practiced for many years is like pouring fire oil.

Burning violently, draining every ounce of strength from the muscles and bones.

In an instant, a large area of ​​mountains and forests glowed red.

It seems that the Immortal Monarch Pill Stove in the Age of Ancient Gods and Demons overturned, pouring out endless thick flames!

Woohoo!

The frightening wind roared, rolling up thousands of hot and hot air currents, hitting Qin Wugou's cold face.

This is the desperate fight of the masters of the four realms!

"Finally, I plan to go all out! Since I chose to assassinate the court officials, I shouldn't be timid and hesitant!

If you decide to be ruthless earlier, you may still have a chance of winning..."

Qin Wugou didn't open his mouth to speak, but that indifferent and calm mental thought had already swept through the void and resounded in Yan Sheng's heart.

The bright silver spear stabbed straight ahead without any fancy.

The incomparably condensed Panlong Zhen Gang, like thunder and fire, burst into groups.

Mixed with blood energy and internal breath, it penetrated the skin and turned into a lifelike golden dragon, climbing on the surface of the golden-winged Dapeng robe.

The claws are clasped on the shoulders, and the body is wrapped around the arms, making it look like a heroic female general in armor!

In the blink of an eye, a knife and a shot collided with unparalleled speed!

Boom!

The entire mountain forest shook for a moment, and the muddy water swelled like a tidal wave, raising turbid smoke and dust.

Two terrifying blood energy, inner breath, and true astral, wrapped in endless airflow, made a continuous crackling sound!

One after another raging wind, like a dragon roaming the sky.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of mud were rolled up, and the earth and stone flew into the sand.

Afterwards, it was scorched and burned by the fiery blood energy, and it collapsed inch by inch.

Under the sky, between the mountains and forests, thunder and fire and electric lights are constantly intertwined, as if a god is beating a drum.

Dong, dong, rumbling loud noises spread all over Huangni Dagang,

The mountain collapsed and the trees fell!

In just three or four breaths, the nine-ring golden sword and the bright silver spear collided hundreds of times.

The terrifying sound waves stirred the atmosphere, like a wave after another, spreading wantonly.

"Meng Changhe! What are you waiting for!"

Yan Sheng was full of vigor and blood, as if he was ten years older in an instant.

There are vertical and horizontal ravines on the face skin, and the wrinkles are densely covered.

However, the speed of waving the nine-ring golden saber was getting faster and faster.

The whole person is like a huge golden light group rolling away quickly, no one can stop it!

The ferocious moves are more like mercury pouring down the ground, out of control!

In a fit of rage, nine streaks of golden light were continuously cut out.

Like a landslide, the Great Mountain collapsed.

This kind of mad momentum, and the fighting style of fighting for his life, forced Qin Wugou to take a half step back.

The bright silver spear opened and closed like a door, wrapped around the horizontal rails and used the four-character tactic magically, and firmly guarded the place seven feet in front of him.

No matter how tyrannical and domineering it is, the nine-ring golden sword that cuts mountains and cracks rocks can never cross the battle circle drawn by the storm pear spear.

This female thousand households not only attacked, but also defended.

By integrating offense and defense, we can be unmoved and unbroken.

Qin Tianjian commented on the four great spears,

Liang Guogong Yang Hong's dragon head spear is the most powerful and fierce.

Tan Wenying's Shuo Han Tian Gang, the first cold killing intent,

The five hooks of Yue Guanchan's five hooks are the first.

Only the Torrential Rain Pear Spear is unparalleled in offense and defense, round and fine, unpredictable, and infinite in deification.

Therefore, it is known as the spear art of the world, all born here!

This is no hype.

In the Great Prosperity Dynasty 1,700 years ago, the first person to win the title of "Spear Immortal" was a woman surnamed Fan.

She once released a rhetoric at Jinding, and for 20 years, the pear flower gun is invincible in the world!

One shot and one shot, defeated many great masters.

It can be called the peerless elegance, standing on the top!

Therefore, Qin Wugou was not at all afraid of Yan Sheng's fighting method.

Point, dial, circle, and hold the big gun in the palm of your hand, as if drawing the ground as a prison, opening up a world!

Not only trapping yourself, but also isolating foreign enemies!

"Master Yuezhang! I'm here...to help you!"

Meng Changhe screamed in the sky, shaking slightly.

It seemed like a blood shadow fell, and there was a sense of fierceness like a big demon driving the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed into the battlefield, approaching Qin Wugou!

Those fleshy palms lingered crimson, as if infected with rich blood, with a strange smell.

The energy exploded like gunpowder, bursting out turbulent air waves.

In the mountains and forests, it seems that the martial arts level is the lowest, but it is worthy of Meng Changhe, who has changed his blood.

In one go, he blasted out seven or eight mighty handprints, and ruthlessly tore apart the seven-foot land drawn by Qin Wugou!

"Okay! Changhe, the old man really didn't see you wrong!"

Yan Sheng was overjoyed and wiped away the last bit of vigilance in his heart.

He could see that Meng Changhe's sudden attack was an earth-shattering fatal move!

The inner breath of the blood change is like a long river, turning into a violent palm that opens the monument and shatters the iron!

Absolutely no holding back!

"Meng Changhe... The commander is right, you really don't deserve to be a thousand households of Beizhen Fusi!"

Qin Wugou caught a glimpse of the blood-robed man who was slaughtered, and the evil spirit in his phoenix eyes became heavier.

The wrist is flexible, and the big spear is like a silver dragon from the sky, whistling!

The atmosphere was pumped to burst open, like thousands of powder kegs were ignited, blasting violent waves!

"If you don't have a good adoptive father and a good teacher, why would you step on my head!"

Meng Changhe seemed to be extremely angry, his eyes were red.

Undoubtedly not dodging or dodging, but slammed into the bright silver spear like a thunderbolt.

boom!

The coiled dragon really turns a thousand times a thousand times, like a stream, a river, and finally rushing into the sea.

But half a finger, the majestic force poured out thousands of miles, just like a hundred rivers returning to the ocean, falling on Meng Changhe's palms.

The tough skin that was hard to hurt by swords ripped open and suddenly burst open.

The large group of flesh and blood was fried to rot, revealing the bones of the white stubble.

Panlong Zhengang smashed into his sturdy physique, which almost shattered half of Meng Changhe's body.

On the front and back of the chest, there is a big flower of coquettish blood splattered!

As if the heart was completely blown through!

puff!

His breath changed from high to low, as if Jiang Liu fell off a cliff.

His throat rolled a few times, and he raised his head to spurt a mouthful of blood.

But the pair of extremely miserable, almost broken bones, still held onto the big silver spear that was writhing like a dragon.

"Master Yuezhang!"

When Yan Sheng heard this hoarse shout, he just recovered from his astonishment.

In any case, he never thought that Meng Changhe was a white-eyed wolf who had no feelings for him.

He would not hesitate to risk his own life, but also to take Qin Wugou's ultimate move, so as to create this momentary opportunity for himself.

Could it be...

Did I miss him before?

Yan Sheng's mind was shaken for a moment.

Then came the incomparable ecstasy of life in a desperate situation.

A thought flashed past, the nine-ring golden saber held in both hands.

A fierce trembling sounded, as if to match the master's mood.

Boom!

The knife light condenses into a line!

Cut the atmosphere, smoke, mud, earth and stone... and cut everything that stands in your way!

Go straight to Qin Wugou!

This is a surefire move!

After half a snap.

This cool and sassy female thousand households will fall to the ground.

"scold!"

Qin Wugou's mind was empty, and the blood of the dragon son in his body was like a great river, scouring and beating every inch of his muscles, bones, and membranes.

At this moment, she did not give up struggling to close her eyes and wait for death.

Instead, he loosened his fingers and let go of the Torrent Pear Spear that his life had been entrusted to.

When the sword light slashed Changfeng, the female Qianhu neither dodged nor retreated, but suddenly raised her palms!

When she could not let go, she grabbed the nine-ring golden knife as wide as a door!

Countless bloodstains were rubbed on the palm of the white as jade.

The overwhelming strength of Peiran caused Qin Wugou's body to bend and almost fell to his knees in the mud.

The coiled dragon real gang entwined around the body also collapsed inch by inch, like the sea water pouring into the internal organs.

The icy pretty face turned pale with a swipe, and a few traces of blood escaped from the red lips.

Apparently seriously injured!

"You still want to resist? Die!"

Yan Sheng's eyes were bright, his face trembled, and he revealed a cruel smile.

He had already fallen into a desperate situation of nine-to-one death, allowing Qin Wugou to fight.

When the Liaodong Mud Legs arrives, there will be no chance of a comeback.

Who would have guessed that life's ups and downs are so unpredictable.

Meng Changhe was ruthless enough to use his own life to seek a trace of life.

"Changhe, this old man will not forget your kindness! You can go in peace..."

Yan Sheng urged Zhen Gang, the blade rolled like a thunderbolt in winter, and bounced off Qin Wugou's blood-soaked white palms.

Just as he was about to take this woman's life, he felt the blood and breath in his body.

As if the floodgates were opened to release the flood, it was continuously flowing out.

"How... yes? You... why didn't you die?"

It wasn't until he realized that something was wrong, the sharp pain of being pierced in his chest hit his heart.

Yan Sheng looked down, his blood-red palms were like knives, tightly grasping the still beating heart.

"Lord Yuezhang, I will not forget your... humiliation to me! Go in peace, Yan Mansion, Yinglue Pavilion, I have accepted it!

Those of your apprentices, uu reading books... they will slowly follow you to Huangquan! "

Meng Changhe's indifferent voice sounded quietly from behind.

He pulled out that palm, spread his five fingers, and suddenly pressed Yan Sheng's head.

He faced those resentful, unwilling, and angry eyes, and the joy in his chest swept through his limbs.

In the dark, there seems to be a phantom light falling from the void.

"You can't kill me..."

The desire to survive prompted Yan Sheng to put down his dignity and beg for mercy from this muddy scumbag he had never looked down on in his life.

"Old Pig Dog, do you know that day and night, every moment, I'm thinking about one thing!

If one day, I will succeed in martial arts and be able to kill you.

In that moment, what should I say and do. "

Meng Changhe was mad and mad, and let out a distorted and happy laugh, like a screaming night owl.

"Finally...finally...let me wait!"

He took a slow, deep breath.

Wide palms, close together!

Snapped!

The gray-haired head was like a bursting watermelon shattered into pieces.

The red and white turbid slurry splashed on his face, hands, and body, making Meng Changhe extremely happy.

He enjoyed the moment extremely, as if he had climbed to the highest peak of his life.

After a while, Yan Sheng's whole body was drained of blood.

Meng Changhe raised his eyelids and looked at Qin Wugou, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Qianhu, don't be afraid, you and I have no grievances, I will give you a happy death."

Qin Wugou closed her eyes, at this moment, what she was thinking was...

I hope that little friend doesn't chase after him!

"Meng Changhe, if you hurt a single strand of hair in my thousand households, I will kill you without a burial!"

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