Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Zhou Qing was obviously aware of this, looking at Yang Hong with cold and anxious eyes, the dragon scale in his hand was like a hot potato.

I want to throw it away, but I can't bear it.

However, judging from Yang Hong's previous moves and performance, the other party already hates him deeply and will not let him go easily. Therefore, if you want to survive, you must not pray for the other party's mercy and mercy, but must look for opportunities yourself.

If you don't want to let go of the dragon scales, you have to give them up. Otherwise, if you die, what's the use of the dragon scales?

Yang Hong used his backhand to activate his internal energy, knocking away the blood flowing on the sword, and then attacked Zhou Qing with the sword again. The sword light split, and the eight sword shadows divided into eight different directions, stabbing Zhou Qing. The key to celebrating.

At the critical moment, when life and death were at stake, Zhou Qing's mental and physical limits rose to a new level. He was beyond human thinking, as if he had transformed into a graceful and fairy-like white crane. His eyes were agile and clear. The dragon scales he held in his hand were like At mysterious and incredible angles, Ding Dang Dang Dang blocked Yang Hong's sword one after another.

Although Meng Zhao found this dragon scale to be forged by a skilled craftsman, the material is precious and hard. Even though the sword is sharp and the sword is extremely powerful, it can still completely withstand it.

However, Zhou Qing's body was shaken every time he blocked it, and his internal injuries became more serious. The wounds on his back were torn apart again and again, blood overflowed, and his whole body was weaker than ever before.

This was probably the weakest and most dangerous moment since he started practicing martial arts.

After blocking this exquisite sword move, Zhou Qing no longer hesitated. With a flick of his wrist, the dragon scale in his hand instantly turned into a ray of green light, bursting with energy waves, and disappeared outside the west wall of the backyard of the wine shop with a pop.

As for him, he trampled the snow under his feet, bursting out like waves of snowflakes. He jumped up without hesitation and flew out of the east wall, with blood splattering all the way.

The east and west are different and the directions are completely opposite. Yang Hong alone has no ability to clone himself.

Or, go looking for Zhou Qing. With Zhou Qing's current injury, he will not be spared and will definitely be killed by Yang Hong.

However, compared to Zhou Qing's life, what Yang Hong wanted more was the treasure of dragon scales.

As long as this treasure is obtained, all losses and humiliations will have value.

As for Zhou Qing, he was just a wandering cultivator with no power or influence. In the future, the Chengcheng Mansion would offer a bounty to kill him, and he could be killed in a matter of days. There was no need to worry about this moment because of a small loss.

Therefore, Yang Hong almost instantly chased in the direction where the dragon scales disappeared. From this point of view, Zhou Qing, the crane master, did have his own way to become famous. This time, he was trying to survive in death and won again. once.

Beyond the west wall of the backyard of the wine shop is a wide forest garden. Less than ten miles to the east, there is a stream hanging down from Yunwu Mountain.

In the past, the vegetation was rich and green, and dragon scales fell into them. If you want to find them, you have to spend a lot of effort.

But now under the heavy snow cover, all he could see was a vast white scene, and the dragon scales that exuded a blue light like a clear ocean seemed a bit eye-catching. Therefore, Yang Hong got the dragon scales without much effort. , the joy in my heart cannot be expressed in words. Finding something lost is far more exciting than regaining something lost again.

However, just before Yang Hong had time to be happy, a sharp roar suddenly came from the air, and an extremely powerful force attacked him.

There was no time to make a move or to explore where the danger came from. He almost instinctively pounced to the right and rolled to avoid this terrifying blow.

There was a loud bang, and where he was originally, there was a clear handprint that was several inches into the ground and crushed with snow and ice. It was several feet long, as if a giant had taken a palm print in the air.

Yang Hong was sweating profusely, half-kneeling on the ground in shame and fright.

Holding a dragon scale in one hand and a sword in the other, he stared at the person who appeared two feet away from him at some point, and shouted angrily,

"You are so brave. You dare to attack me secretly. Aren't you afraid that I, Uncle Cheng, will settle the score with you?"

If he hadn't been able to dodge that slap just now, he might have been beaten to death.

In fact, Yang Hong himself knew that based on the strength of that palm, it was entirely possible that he would not be able to dodge it.

There are not many reasons why he can survive now. Either the other party is deliberately trying to put pressure on him and does not dare to kill him, or he is unlucky and turns disaster into good luck.

The latter was obviously not as realistic as the former, so Yang Hong made a prompt decision and tried to suppress the strange master in front of him in the name of sincerity. He hoped that the opponent would throw a trap and leave immediately.

Zhu Guangxi, wearing a human skin mask, is certainly not afraid of the so-called sincere uncle. He dares to attack and kill the prince of the Hou family, and he dares to betray the great emperor Beitang Sheng, let alone the son of an unpopular uncle?

But he knew very well that he had a mission at this time, so he made an extremely stiff and ugly expression of hesitation, and then deliberately hoarse his voice and said,

"Young Master Yang, I don't mean to offend you, but the thing in your hand belongs to my Jiuyuan Sect. It was stolen by thieves. It is very important. Please return it to me."

Yang Hong's expression changed immediately. According to what the thief Chang Lin had said before, this dragon scale was stolen from the house of Xing Zhuo, a disciple of the Jiuyuan Clan.

But, how could he hand over this thing so easily.

"You said this is something from your Jiuyuan Sect, so it must be? Do you think I am so easy to deceive as a three-year-old child?

If you want me to hand over the thing, it's not impossible. You, the leader of Jiuyuan Sect, should be called out and explain the true origin of this thing. We should confront each other face to face. Otherwise, there is no way you can let me let go. "

Yang Hong planned well. This place is not far from the wine shop. It won't be long before the guards he sent out before will catch up. By then, he will have the strength to protect himself and delay it for a while.

However, how did he know that the person in front of him was not an acquired warrior, but an innate master? How could he be matched by just a few guards?

Zhu Guangxi also had no patience to play these little tricks with him.

With a cold snort, he immediately waved his sleeves, and a stream of condensed steel-like zhenqi shot out, instantly hitting Yang Hong's chest, causing his sternum to shatter. He fell backwards with a pop and slid out. After more than ten meters, he stopped.

The life and sparkle in his eyes gradually dissipated and dimmed.

Even without the use of a sword, Zhu Guangxi's skills are still beyond the capabilities of acquired warriors.

After all, Yang Hong did not have the background of Fang Xiaohou Ye to compete with the innate master.

This blow had actually shattered his entire internal organs, making it difficult for even the Great Luo Immortal to save him.

However, for some unknown reason, Zhu Guangxi deliberately left a breath of vitality for him, leaned down to pick up the dragon scales in front of Yang Hong, and then floated away.

Yang Hong's eyes widened and he mustered up all his vitality. While coughing up blood, he wrote the word "Xing Zhuo" in blood on the ground, covered it with his palm, and then died.

When dying, the eyes are wide open, which is the sign of death with eyes closed.