Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 100 Small success, Yuanyang Golden Pill!
"Brother Jiang!"

The night was shrouded, the shadows of the trees in the mountains and forests were mottled, and the light was dim. The Northern Mang warrior fell from the sky and shredded the horse, blood spewed out, and broken bones flew.

Zhao Tiehe saw the figure falling down, blood and flesh splattered, only thought that Jiang Li had died tragically at the hands of Beimang Wufu, so he couldn't help but screamed.

They had only known each other for only a day, but for some reason, Zhao Tiehe felt a surge of sadness and anger in his heart.

He reined in the reins, drew out the long sword at his waist, and was about to fight for his life, when he heard a voice a few meters away.

"You go first, I will hold him back!"

Jiang Li rolled over and fell to the ground. Although he dodged in time, his clothes were already splattered with blood. He took off the Red Dragon Scale Knife strapped to his back, and drew the knife out of its sheath.

The red blade is like a sea of ​​blood. Under the moonlight, the scales on the blade flicker, as if a dragon is about to break through the sea.

"Brother Jiang, you are not dead!"

Zhao Tiehe was overjoyed. He rubbed his eyes and saw Jiang Li standing with a knife in his hand. His cold eyes stared straight at Beimang Wufu, with cruelty on his face. He shouted: "Since we can't escape today, I will fight bloody battle with you!"

"Go away, the overall situation is the most important thing!"

Jiang Li almost vomited blood, Zhao Tiehe was loyal, but if he didn't leave, how could he let go.

Holding a knife and shouting angrily, Jiang Li stepped forward a little bit, his body shot like an arrow, and the red dragon scale in his hand slashed in the air, like a shooting star, he slashed towards Beimang Wufu.

The sword technique is wide open and closed, and it is indomitable, showing its sharpness.

"Brother Jiang, if you die in battle, the descendants of me, Zhao Tiehe, must worship every year, and you and I will be tied in the same place in the ancestral hall!"

Zhao Tiehe's eyes were moist, and he felt that little brother Jiang was so righteous and loyal, that he was the most worthy friend he had met in his life.

Just, what a pity!

Zhao Tiehe sighed secretly, patted his horse and galloped away.

On the other side, Shang Weiran also grabbed the two beautiful maidservants on the horse beside him at this moment, and threw them away.

Just when Jiang Li sat down on the big horse and was torn to pieces by Bei Mang Wu Fu, another Bei Mang Wu Fu had already caught up with Shang Weiran.

With just a wink, the last four retainers who followed Shang Weiran gritted their teeth, and with a look of determination, they turned back to the chasing Beimang Wufu.

It's not that their loyalty is enough to ignore life. As retainers, all relatives are in the hands of the family.

If you dare to live alone, your relatives will be destroyed.

In the cold light, the four retainers broke out with the strongest strength in their lives, and attacked the Beimang warrior who came on the horse, but they were swept away by the black long sword, and they all flew out, their muscles and bones were shattered, and they fell to the ground and died.

Beimang warriors who are only in the innate realm, although they practice both Taoism and Dharma, the power attached to the black sword is comparable to that of a master in the ten thousand realm.

Weird and bizarre.

"Nuanbi, Hongye, Qingmeng, saving my son's life is not in vain for my love day and night!"

Before Shang Weiran's horse could reach 20 meters, the four retainers were swept away by the black sword and landed on the escape route.

Looking at the Beimang warrior who was charging towards him again, Shang Weiran became cruel, grabbed the three maidservants beside him, and threw them away.

"Young master, don't!"

The three beautiful maidservants were usually pampered and pampered, well-clothed and well-fed, apart from enduring the conquest on the bed, how could they have suffered unnecessary pain.

At this moment, being thrown into the air, the face of everyone was shocked, and they begged for mercy.

But Bei Mang Wufu didn't feel any pity for the fragrance and jade, with a wave of the black sword, the fragrance disappeared and the jade died.

Shang Weiran also used this precious breath to run 50 meters and plunge into the dense forest.

"Fucking fox who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Beimang Wufu sneered contemptuously, abandoned his horse and rushed into the dense forest after Shang Weiran.

In the forest, only Jiang Li and another Bei Mang warrior remained.

Chi Lian is like a dragon, slashing across the night sky, the sound of the knife is surrounded by wind and thunder, like fire and electricity, even the dark forest suddenly brightens.

"Excellent saber skills, Da Zhou has indeed produced a large number of talents, and a young boy can have such accomplishments. It is not an insult to you to die by my hands!"

Wufu Beimang's eyes lit up, and he applauded secretly.

The majesty of a young man's sword has the power to go forward and overcome thorns and thorns, accompanied by wind and thunder, the force of coercion is not inferior to innate power!
If you meet an ordinary innate realm martial artist, the outcome is unpredictable, but it's a pity that you met yourself today.

Stretching out his hand to hold the black epee floating by his side, Bei Mang Wufu stretched his arms and faced Jiang Li.

The epee has no front, but it is like a mountain tilting. Wherever it passes, the air is surging and sweeping, rolling towards the sides, like huge waves.

"The crane ascends the mountain!"

The epee came from the opposite side, and Jiang Li was still two meters away, and Jiang Li already felt a suffocating pressure in his chest.

True Qi circulates in the whole body, supporting the arms and back, as if the wings of a crane are flying up from the sky and flying high mountains.

Jiang Li's physical strength, which was already comparable to that of a martial artist in the Xiantian realm, was doubled.

In mid-air, Chilong collided with Black Mountain, and there was an ear-splitting whistle, sparks like a canopy, terrifying power came from the sword, and the two of them paused at the same time, both of them were shocked by the powerful power displayed by the other.

But in the next moment, the sword rose and fell, and the collision continued. The two confronted intensively in the forest, fighting desperately with swords and swords.

"The second form of Jue Dao, Ten Wings Spring and Autumn!"

"Three forms of Jue Dao, Da Xiang Xi Sheng!"

Jiang Li's saber technique was like a shadow, and he used it all over his body. The power returned by each sword strike made his body shake and his bones were about to burst. Fortunately, the true energy circulated in his whole body to offset part of the impact, and he barely supported it.

Beimang Wufu is terrifyingly powerful. I don't know whether it is a natural talent or a secret technique. He is also far above the same level, and his swordsmanship is superb and his attainments are extremely high.

To a certain extent, Jiang Li at this moment is almost fighting across two borders, always on the verge of life and death.

After more than a hundred strokes, it is necessary to perform nine breaths of convincing breath to restore the physical and mental state.

However, in this situation, fighting with all his strength made his control and comprehension of the three moves of Jue Dao more and more profound and refined.

Every moment, there is a huge increase.

In the mental altar, the bones of Pandi's remains flickered with white light, and two phantoms appeared at the same time.

One person fights with a sword, the other moves with a sword, but it is the swordsmanship of Beiman Wufu.

"This boy is practicing tricks on me!"

A strange and frightening feeling rose in Beimang Wufu's heart. The young man in front of him seemed to be completely tireless, and his strength was long and terrifying, which was by no means possessed by ordinary giant warriors.

Ordinary innate martial arts are far from being able to compare with him.

He even cultivated both Qi and Wu.

With such attainments in physical body and martial arts, he definitely came from a top-notch family, even one of the Four Great Sacred Grounds.

However, the inheritance of qi veins is incomplete, and the practice consumes the body. Which family sect is willing to let such an outstanding junior practice?

It took less than half a stick of incense to fight this time, and the young man's attainments in Taoism are so advanced that ordinary warriors may not be able to catch up in a few years.

Who is he!
"No matter who you are, I can't keep you today. If you live in this world, you will definitely be my Wei Mang's great enemy of destroying the country, even more terrifying than Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong!"

The murderous intent in Beimang Wufu's heart became stronger and stronger. With a shake of his arm, a scarlet pill flew out and he swallowed it in one gulp.

"I guessed right. You all took the secret medicine that stimulates your potential. During this big week trip, you have long thought that you will never return!"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and he drank softly.

"Da Zhou wants to raise an army and destroy our Beimang. Thousands of Beimang sons are not afraid of death. How can they just sit and wait for death, young man, die!"

Wufu Beimang shouted violently, his figure suddenly rose ten inches, he raised his heavy sword, and rushed towards him like a bear.

Above the sword's edge, there are layers of invisible fluctuations, which confuse people's hearts and disturb the spirit.

"Flying sand and turning stones, turning stones into gold!"

However, Jiang Li was not disturbed by the spirit of soul thoughts at all, his eyes were clear, and he held his left hand. In an instant, the wind howled, and the sand and stones flew and condensed, turning into countless sharp blades, instantly enveloping Wufu Beimang.

"Dao Fa!"

"You actually practiced Taoism!"

"Heaven's dead to me, Wei Mang, how can there be such a monster like you in this world!"

In the storm, the sharp blade was cutting, and Bei Mang Wufu looked up to the sky in grief, and being cut into pieces by thousands of knives did not equal the sadness in his heart at this moment.

His talent and comprehension, even in the clan, is absolutely top-notch.

If Wei Mang's life and death were not at stake, the patriarch would never have sent him here to carry out this never-ending operation.

But compared with Jiang Li in front of him, the gap is as big as cloud and mud.

"Elephant Xiyin!"

With a flash of scarlet chain in Jiang Li's hand, the head of Bei Mang Wufu flew up, but not much blood gushed out from the wound.

The wind and sand subsided, the blade fell to the ground, and the headless Beimang Wufu fell to the ground, his body skin quickly withered, and in just a few breaths, he turned into a mummy.

Jiang Li retracted his knife, walked closer, inspected Beimang Wufu's body, and found that his internal organs had long since shriveled, and his muscle fibers were showing a tendency of carbonization.

The terrifying power that Wufu Beimang showed before was actually caused by overdrawing and burning his flesh and blood.

"Export Yuanyang!"

In order to confirm the conjecture, Jiang Li moved in his heart, and a strange wave of Yuan Qi suddenly appeared all over Beimang Wufu's body, sinking into Beimang Wufu's body.

In the next moment, a very faint breath of Yuanyang floated out, but before they could take shape, they collapsed and disappeared into the air.

Jiang Li walked to the corpses of several merchant retainers who had just died nearby, and used his magical powers again.

This time, strands of Yuanyang breath flowed out, and a golden pill emitting a faint halo condensed in midair.

"This is Yuanyang Pill!"

Looking at the golden pill in his hand, Jiang Li could clearly feel the power of Yuanyang contained in it. Although it was not strong, it was very refined.

"It's a pity that when these people died, most of the Yuanyang breath in their bodies had already dissipated, otherwise the condensed Yuanyang pill would be much stronger!"

Jiang Li clenched his hands tightly, and his true energy lingered and refined. Yuanyang Pill dissolved again, merged with the true energy, penetrated into the pores of Jiang Li's body.

Gradually, warmth filled the whole body, and the spirit of Qi and blood continued to grow under the nourishment of Yuanyang Qi.

Although the magnitude is weak, it is real.

"Baili News is excited, and the nearby Fuhu Guards will arrive soon. If they find that the blade marks on Bei Mang Wufu's body are the same as those on the corpse of Jiang Xinyu's accompanying Wufu, they will definitely suspect me!"

Jiang Li's eyes flickered, and he moved quickly, putting away all the iron blades that had been condensed and transformed from sand and stones on the ground, obliterating the traces of the battle in the forest, and grabbing the head of Bei Mang Wufu and the heavy sword in the iron box , swept towards the dense forest on one side.

Both Shang Weiran and Zhao Tiehe have seen his face, and Nuhuwei can confirm his true identity with a little investigation, and it is impossible to hide it.

However, because of the appearance of Beiman Wufu, Jiang Xinyu's death will greatly reduce the suspicion on him.

As long as you deal with it carefully, the disaster will move eastward.

Holding the epee iron box, Jiang Li fled at high speed in the dense forest. From time to time, he inspired his magical powers to fly sand and rocks, and hurricanes, erasing the traces of his journey.

After running for thirty or fifty miles, Jiang Li just slowed down, found a hidden mountain depression, and temporarily lurked.

Lifting Chi Lian, chopped up the corpse of the Northern Mang warrior, Jiang Li dug a deep pit on the ground, pushed the corpse, epee, and iron box into it, and used Finger Stone into Gold several times to turn the corpse into metal fragments, and then re- Gradually fill up the soil and wipe away all traces with flying sand and stones.

No matter how sensitive a hound's nose is, it can't smell anything.

"Zhao Tiehe should have arrived in Shengjing, I hope the information is not too late!"

After doing all this, Jiang Li was slightly relieved.

With the belief that there will be no return, Bei Mang Wufu has nothing on his body except three secret medicines that can stimulate the potential of the physical body and a half-moon-shaped mark.

The secret medicine was as scarlet as blood, and had a pungent smell. Just a slight sniff, there was a feeling of blood rushing, manic violence.

A secret medicine can make a martial artist burn his whole body's energy and blood, bursting out a terrifying power far beyond the first level. For ordinary martial arts, it is the last resort to risk their lives.

But Jiang Li has the magical power of Tiangang Nine Breaths, but he doesn't have to worry about the aftermath of burning out his flesh and blood.

He put away the three secret medicines in a small way, and at critical moments, they may be able to play the role of a Jedi counter-kill.

Even if you meet a martial artist in the ten thousand husband realm, you still have the power to fight.

Jiang Li looked at the half-moon-shaped iron seal in his hand again.

Mineral veins in Beimang are scarce, and the forging techniques are rough.

But this iron seal is extremely exquisite, the surface is polished as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the faint light under the cold moon.

On the front of the seal, there are three small characters in Mangwen.

The Northern Expedition of the Great Zhou Dynasty is just around the corner, and Jiang Li has made up for the characters, history, and geography of the Northern Mang in recent days, but he can recognize some of the Mang language.

"Ram Shen?"

"This is the seal letter of Gong Yangshen, the national teacher of Beimang and Leijie Guixian!"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed, overjoyed.

(End of this chapter)