Sheng Fu

Chapter 68
Riding a horse in the snow, with blue dragons on both sleeves.

He came to the Imperial Capital from Yuxi Town, entered the Bailu Academy, then entered the Bailu Pavilion, and then participated in the Banquet of Eight Gus under the name of Gu Yong's successor. He felt that it was not as hearty as this moment.

When it was about to enter Tiema Mountain from Chongniu Mountain, the heavy snow stopped, and the mountains on both sides of the river were covered in silver.

A tall and burly man dressed in black appeared at the border of Chongniu Mountain and Tiema Mountain. The man's skin was rough and dark, with a bald head and one eye, like a black monument in the snow.

The second-class warhorse under Yuwenjun's crotch was neighing, and his heart was filled with fear. He stepped back more than three feet again and again, and barely stood his ground. In front of this black-clothed man, it was no longer a warhorse.

The brocade-clothed boy dismounted calmly and met the enemy head-on.

This black-clothed man was straight to the point, revealing Huang Ting's cultivation base, his breath was like a raging flame and thunder, he was domineering, hunched over his back, and his double walls sagged naturally.

Yu Wenjun's two sleeves blue dragons roared out, shaking down countless snow in the mountains, two blue dragons spirally crossed and killed, when he came into contact with the black-clothed man, the jade shattered, and the black-clothed man's speed suddenly became faster. Yuwenjun's forehead.

Bang!
The azure dragon qi fell to the ground like breaking ice, and a large amount of fine blood beads oozes out of Yuwenjun's forehead.

The black-clothed man was as still as a mountain, without any damage, he suddenly pulled back, then bent his arms to support his waist, put on a simple boxing frame, stared away with one eye, and said hoarsely: "The broken thought is in your bracelet, why not use it?"

Yuwen Jun sank his waist, put on a tiger pounce, and said with a grin: "Since I came to the imperial capital, I have never fought against anyone. I have been depressed for a long time in the later stage of Chengsheng. After this battle, it is probably the peak."

The man in black hurriedly slaughtered, his body sank with one hand on the ground, his right leg suddenly bent and straightened, inspiring thousands of force to bounce towards Yuwenjun's throat.

The brocade-clothed boy leaned back, brushed past this kick, and took advantage of the momentum to swept away with his left leg. The black-clothed man raised his fist and swept Yuwenjun with one leg, and grabbed Yuwenjun's left ankle. Like a hand-held chicken, it fell to the ground.

Yuwen Jun is like a swimming dragon, forming a spiral and pulling his legs out, like an antelope hanging its horns to the top, unloading the huge force from the black-clothed man, leaning over the snow, and a carp shoots up into the sky. , fell down in an instant, and punched the one-eyed man in black with a punch.

The black-clothed man grinned, and punched Tianyu with a punch.

The two fists collided, and there was a loud bang, and the ground that was ten zhang round under the man's feet in black instantly dented more than six feet, and a domineering wind pushed the snow across the border.

The two of them made one move and one move, one punch and one leg, and they all had the power of thunder.

Yuwenjun stood in the sky, the knuckles of his right fist were twisted, and the whole right arm was overflowing with blood, and the fighting spirit became even more high when he fell down.

The man in black was full of energy, and he allowed Yuwenjun to land on the top of his head.

Once he got close, the man in black attacked like a tiger out of the mountains. His right palm was like a black bear's paw.

The dark energy is like a dragon crossing the sea, the man in black just wanted to pull hard, but suddenly found that his collapsed energy was like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared. Looking up, Yu Wenjun turned into a three-zhang blue dragon and swooped down. The feat of man boa constrictor.

The power of the Qinglong is advancing layer by layer, and Yuwenjun wants to forcibly strangle the man in black.

The black-clothed man's body was tightly wrapped, from his feet to his throat, only a human head and one eye were exposed.

The dragon's body twisted and wriggled, and every trace of wriggling could make the man in black suffer the pain of dislocating his muscles and bones.

Seeing that the body of the blue dragon was about to crush the black-clothed man's throat, the black-clothed man suddenly burst out with the power to shake the mountain and forcibly broke free from the bondage. .

The figure of the man in black was even smaller, and the blood was almost like a river under his feet.

When the north wind arrives, Yuwenjun uses the north wind to lift his breath. At this moment, if he pulls out his thoughts, he may be able to decide the winner. Yuwenjun did not move the knife, but he still arrived in an instant with his bare hands.

A punch slammed into the face of the man in black, and above the fist, the blue dragon was densely covered!
The man in black who had shrunk in a circle had a stronger aura. He lowered his waist and bowed his head. He delivered a straight punch, avoiding the attack of the brocade-clothed boy at the right time, and his punch silently slammed into the brocade-clothed boy's chest.

puff!
Yuwen Jun spewed out a large mouthful of blood, his chest was sunken at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body flew out.

The man in black bleeds from one eye, and smiled bitterly: "This punch is all my energy at the moment, what do you think?"

After a punch, the black-clothed man could no longer use a single move within half a month.

The sternum is more than an inch indented, there is no doubt that Yuwenjun's heart has been severely damaged. At this moment, the medical saint has arrived, and I am afraid that he will not be able to recover.

The two are separated.

Yuwenjun's eyes are red, like a hell Shura.

The north wind is howling, and snow waves are humming all over the mountains and fields.

The brocade-clothed youth forcibly took a breath and gathered in front of his chest, like a beast struggling in the last.

If you are angry, you will not be defeated!
36 warm currents rose up and down Yu Wenjun's body, and the warm currents reflected each other in his body, and the depression in his chest swelled again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The one-eyed man in black was mad with hatred and shouted, "Could it be that you are not flesh and blood!"

This breath lifted to the throat, straight to the Baihui Jade Pillow, straight to the peak of Chengsheng!

Yu Wenjun's eyes overflowed with wild brilliance, and he reached the man in black in an instant.

"I am naturally flesh and blood, but not the flesh and blood you think."

With a wave of his sleeves, Qinglong swept out wildly, destroying the corpse on the spot, and the body of the man in black instantly melted into the flying snow.

The frightened second-class warhorse was still shivering in the wind and snow, and the huge body seemed to fall apart.

Yu Wenjun walked slowly to the war horse, stretched out his bloody hand to stroke the horse's head, and said softly, "You are too timid to become a first-class war horse in this life."

Ma'er lowered his head, his body was filled with warmth, he was no longer afraid, and gradually returned to normal.

Yuwenjun got on his horse and went to Qingshui Village.

There is no more heroic riding in the snow, Yuwenjun covered his chest, and there was a pounding sound in his chest, and the place of the heart pulse was even more like Huang Zhong Dalu stirring the sky, playing a peerless battle song!
Walking slowly all the way, Yu Wenjun looked at the snow-covered mountains, and quickly deduced calculations in his heart. In any case, he did not expect that there would be someone waiting for him here in the Wenshi of the Eight Gus Banquet.

In recent days, the masters who entered and exited the imperial capital have been recorded, and all forces are closely watching the spy agency "Xingluo" in charge of the national teacher Li Hongshan. Where to eat, where to spend the night, and who slept next to the bed.

But there was a pure martial artist in the Huang Ting realm who arrived at the venue of the Banquet of Eight Gus, and even lurked at the border between Tiema Mountain and Chongniu Mountain, waiting for Yuwen Jun.

Could it be that the Xingluo spy in the entire Hongtu Mountains are blind?

After careful consideration, Yu Wenjun came to a general conclusion that something big must have happened in the imperial capital, and most of the spies in the Hongtu Mountains returned to the imperial capital for support.

That can only be the case. What Yuwenjun secretly investigates as a spy has nothing to do with the emperor, nothing to do with Li Hongshan, but only a piece of history.

But he still hasn't found out who the big guy on the opposite side of the enemy is...

(End of this chapter)