The First Cause of All Realms

call!

The calm voice came from the strong wind and snow, and the real severe cold followed.

Under the six-door lobby, there are special plumbing facilities. The scalding hot water circulates underground day and night, and the indoor temperature is pleasant. However, at this time, everyone present felt the cruelty of winter.

"Who?!"

Shangguantang's eyes were condensed, his body was like electricity, and Tie Feng, who was close at hand, only felt his face, but he didn't see anything, and his figure was no longer in front of him.

"Yang Prison?!"

Tang Bailie, Zhao Qingchuan, etc. had met Yang Yu once, and those who had contact with him were all shocked, and then ran out of the six doors.

Just saw the cold wind blowing, and from the other side of the long street, a person came walking on the snow, the other person was carrying a divine bow, a long knife on his waist, his red clothes were like fire, and his air was as heavy as a mountain.

Across the long street, everyone's eyes were sore, as if they had been stabbed.

"This person's martial arts..."

Zhao Qingchuan's eyelids jumped.

He recognized the person who came, at a glance, although in a sense, this was only the second time he had seen this person.

He still remembered the first time that the person in front of him shot and killed Jilong Mountain with a divine bow, but at that time, he didn't care much in his heart, and it was mostly Xu Wenji's calculations.

The martial arts of their people are not necessarily higher than their own.

But looking at it again at this time, even if there are people in front and behind, there is a sudden feeling of awning on the back. Today's Yang Prison is like an unsheathed sword, showing an amazing edge.

More than Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, even Shangguantang felt a sense of inconceivable feeling in his heart.

This kid seems to be much stronger than what was recorded in the intelligence...

Whoosh!

With his sharp edge leaking out, and his heart restrained, Yang Yu walked in the wind and snow, his expression was calm, and his state of mind was peaceful.

Two months have passed since he killed Nie Wendong.

Two months is not too long or too short, but it is enough for him to digest all the strength that has skyrocketed in the past.

In the days of urging the horse to walk alone and away from the hustle and bustle, his mind and spirit seemed to have undergone a great baptism. In the words of Jianghu martial arts, this was a spiritual improvement.

The improvement of spirit seems to be invisible to ordinary people, but to Yang Prison, it is different.

In the past month of Da Xue Xing alone, he has clearly sensed this change. His five senses, and even the sixth sense of the 'mind eye', have all experienced astonishing changes as the dust fades away and the pearl shines.

At this moment, when he looked ahead, all the subtle changes in size within a radius of tens of meters or even more distantly appeared in his mind as clearly as looking down at the palm lines.

Snow, fallen leaves, footsteps, breathing, and even the rhythm of everyone's heartbeats are all audible and visible.

His expression was calm, but Shangguantang's expression was different.

Before he set off, he naturally had detailed information about this person, but in his opinion, before the weak crown age, there is no famous teacher, even if he is suspected of having magical powers, it is just a giant piled with sand, big and empty.

But seeing this person pacing at this time, he no longer despised in his heart, this person's martial arts already have divine will, not just a simple accumulation.

The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, with form and quality, the spirit is empty, endless and infinite, and when the five stages are reached, the blood and flesh are transformed into a great success.

Therefore, after the furnace is condensed, the martial arts will move towards the spiritual will of nothingness.

But he only came across this insight a few years ago. For this, he paid decades of hard work, and this person is probably less than one-third of his age...

how come…

call!

Yang Yu stopped and looked at the thin old man:

"Shangguantang."

As the official positions of the two major intelligence organizations, Six Gates and Jinyiwei, Yang Prison has read an unknown number of files in the past two years.

The world does not dare to say it, but there are very few masters in the three states of Qing, Yun, and Bai, and even on the face of Long Yuan, who cannot be recognized.

This Shangguantang, he naturally has an impression.

This person is older than Fang Qidao, and he has also competed in the four great gods in the world. Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough to be defeated by one of the four gods, Qiu Fengwu, before he left Longyuan Dao.

But this is bad luck. His martial arts are extremely high, and he has a blue wave and a shocking palm. Not to mention in Baizhou, he is famous even in Longyuan Dao.

At this time, seeing it, I was a little happy to see it.

Others don't seem to think so when they see it, but in the eyes of Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, they are completely different. The two are more than eighteen feet apart, but the invisible momentum is already colliding.

"You are wanted by the imperial court, and you dare to appear in this Qingzhou city in a grand manner to provoke my lord. You are not small, no wonder you dare to do such a rebellious thing!"

Shangguantang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"Yang is not only courageous, but also has a fist."

Yang Yu put his arms around his arms, and under his robe, the two-edged sword appeared and disappeared from time to time:

"Sir Shangguan, do you want to come and have a try?"

"Okay!"

The sunken eyes shot out an astonishing ray of light, and at the moment when he shouted violently, Shangguantang had already crossed the distance of 180 feet, and his robes were stirring.

Say it, let it go.

His speed was so fast that even Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, who had achieved great achievements, could not capture his figure.

I only felt that with his stride, the air flow in the air seemed to have disappeared, and the sound seemed unable to catch up with it.

boom!

There seemed to be thunder blasting in the air, and the air roared and the air waves rolled. Shangguantang lifted up to the sky with one hand, and then covered himself.

At this shot, everyone inside and outside Changjie felt dark in front of their eyes and tingling in their eardrums.

Bearing the brunt of it, Yang Prison only felt as if there was a giant **** in front of him, pulling his arms down the sky, and the deep night shrouded all the space as far as he could see.

This palm is ferocious, but...

"Don't take it out. I don't even have any serious interest in your palm."

Yang Yu's eyes were cold, neither advancing nor retreating. When the force of the palm rolled down and rushed towards his face, he raised his palm without hesitation, his five fingers trembled like a sword and split the air, clenched into a fist, slanting diagonally. parry.

Boom!

The reaction and speed of the two were so fast that everyone could only hear the whistling of the wind and the sound of thunder.

"Um?!"

Yang Yu just raised his arms and clenched his fists to meet him, but Shangguantang's eyes changed. He only felt that the person in front of him was like an unshakable mountain. move.

boom

The long street trembled, and the two were separated by a single touch. The rumbling sound wave spread in all directions, causing a large amount of snow and sand, and the bluestone-paved floor cracked.

Really bully? !

Surprise flashed in Shangguantang's heart, but he didn't panic. One blow failed, and he rushed to kill again. He stepped several times, causing roaring sounds from the surrounding houses.

At the same time as he stepped, the blood was also spurred, the heat wave was rolling, the snow was scorching, one step out, ten palms hit, seven steps out, the palm prints were already overwhelming.

Yang Yu was concentrating, only to feel that the palm of his hand was like a torrent, filling everything. At the same time, he seemed to hear the rolling waves and the roar of the sea in his ears, like the Tianhe pouring into the ocean, rolling up endless waves.

The mighty palm force is overwhelming.

This palm is precisely its famous martial arts, Bibo Jingtao Palm, this martial arts pays attention to the flow of strength, one wave is better than the other, overlapping and overlapping, and it is extremely fierce.

"Bibo Shocking Wave Palm!"

boom!

Under the bombardment of the majestic palm, the air flow above the long street seemed to be evacuated arrogantly.

Faced with such a slap, Yang Yu was a little moved just now. With one step, he stepped forward instead of retreating, and squeezed into the violently turbulent airflow.

Instead of punching, he pressed his arm down and grabbed the two-edged sword.

Then, step, bow, and draw the knife!

Zheng!

The weak chirping of the chirping of the knife disappeared in a flash.

Shangguantang's heart was moved, and he saw the blade light that flashed and extinguished with incomparable keenness.

But when one of them came out, wherever they passed, whether it was the air current, the turbulent wind, or the palm force that was bombarded by himself, they were all cut open silently.

"So sharp?!"

Shangguantang's brows twitched and he felt the piercing cold light, but he was so rich in combat experience that he was shocked but not confused.

The five fingers rose up, as if the wind and snow were pinched in between, and the long knife that was so sharp that it seemed to shed blood and tears at a glance, pinched in it!

Under the four levels, the martial artist who is good at fist and palm is naturally inferior to the martial artist who holds a sword. In a battle of the same rank, one person holding a knife and one person is empty-handed, so there must be no such thing as empty-handed hand-to-hand.

But once the real gang is achieved, it is different.

Under the blessing of True Gang, the flesh and blood can penetrate through gold and stone to resist swords, and compared to swords and blades, hands are the most flexible and changeable 'weapons'.

Therefore, after reaching the four levels, there is only the possibility of hand-to-hand combat in a battle of the same level.

"What a lot of strength!"

Five fingers pinched the knife and pressed down with the palm of his hand. Yang Yu's expression did not move, and Shangguantang's eyelid was once again. This press, where is the knife?

It was clearly like a dragon struggling under his palm!

Zheng!

In the next moment, not only Shangguantang, but also all the audience members heard a long, dragon-like sound of a sword.

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boom!

The terrifying light of the knife broke through the shackles of the blade in an instant, and the cold waves surging frantically filled the entire long street, cutting off everything that could be touched.

Air currents, real ashes, dust, snowflakes…

The extreme Fengrui raged on the dozens of feet long street, and the light burst out in an instant, even Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan were unable to capture what happened.

Only a muffled sound was heard.

Immediately, a figure retreated violently, and one person rushed forward, blood splashing, and a broken arm clearly fell on the ground, tumbling, covered with mud.

call!

Retreat and stop.

A drop of cold sweat dripped, blood and tears dripped from Shangguantang's eyes, and the eyebrows were less than three feet away.

"Good knife..."