8mi Chapter 130: Sorry, He's Dead
Chapter 130: Sorry, He's Dead
"In this case, then I will come to learn from you to learn from your master."
As soon as Wen Zhuliu finished speaking, he stomped on the ground, and appeared in front of Yang Guo in a flash, struck Yang Guo's face with one palm, and went straight to Yang Guo's dantian with the other palm.
Yang Guo looked up at the cold flame attached to Wen Zhuliu's palm, smiled disdainfully, and then his skin glowed with a dazzling golden streamer, but in an instant, a simple and majestic golden bell landed three feet in front of Yang Guo, firmly blocking the temperature. Zhuliu palms.
Yang Guo immediately counterattacked, before Wen Zhuliu's astonished expression recovered, both palms stretched out like lightning, grabbing one of his arms.
Seeing Yang Guo grabbing his arm, Wen Zhuliu was shocked, and thought of getting away.
Flipping his wrist, he clasped Yang Guo's arm backwards, obviously wanting to compare his hand skills with Yang Guo's.
The cold star in Yang Guo's eyes danced, suddenly the strength in his palm increased, he pulled Wen Zhuliu's arm violently, he didn't care about Wen Zhuliu's action just now, nor his thoughts.
Immediately Wen Zhuliu felt his body lighten, and the world in his sight turned upside down, and when he realized it, he was thrown to the ground by Yang Guo.
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As the sound of bones being broken and dislocated echoed in the valley, Wen Zhuliu's face turned pale, and bead-sized beads of sweat slid down his temples.
"Alchemy Hand? That's all."
Yang Guo looked down at Wen Zhuliu who was thrown flying in the distance, collapsed on the ground, Wen Zhuliu with one arm broken, showing a cold killing intent on his face.
All the monks of the Wen family saw that Yang Guo's arm was broken by Yang Guo, the number one guest official of the clan, they were all shocked.
Some timid monks even had their pupils dilated, and they felt like retreating.
"Which monk is this person from? He is so strong that Keqing Wen lost in just one round."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Keqing Wen is just being careless."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's hurry up, don't let this kid go on rampant."
Looking at the Wen's monks who were gradually surrounding them, Yang Guo's eyes remained indifferent, his arms slowly dropped, and the bitter sword in his palm grew out inch by inch.
It's just that as soon as Kujian appeared at this time, a bewitching red light appeared and swept towards everyone.
The eyes of the few Wen monks who were close to Yang Guo were filled with a strange jade-red brilliance, and they stood there dumbfounded like gods.
Zheng——
With a cry of bitter sword and dragon, Yang Guo's figure brought out afterimages.It is obviously a single person with a single sword, but there is a feeling of intertwined swords and shadows.
Murder is a familiar thing.
Yang Guo is not as kind-hearted as Xiao Longnu, and he can't bear to hurt other people's lives.
The sword rose and the sword fell, and blood filled the place where it passed.
But in a short while, a dozen people were already lying in a pool of blood.
Yang Guo was about to take advantage of this opportunity to continue harvesting his life and kill him.
Then he saw that there was a monk from the Wen family who wanted to get rid of the bitter sword's lovesickness, and he raised his sword to block Yang Guo's casual sword.
Cultivator Wen looked back and found his fellow clan lying in a pool of blood, dead and gone, he couldn't help glaring at Yang Guo.
"End formation, restraint technique."
Wen Zhuliu will stand up, leave a word, to fix his bones for the time being, and meet Yang Guo again.
"It can still be connected, it seems that the injury is not serious." Yang Guo looked at the temperature in his eyes and said mockingly,
Wen Zhuliu's face was cold, still silent, his palms naturally hung down, and the raging cold flames clinged to his palms.
Yang Guo glanced sideways at the group of monks who quickly formed seals behind Wen Zhuliu, frowned, and killed them with a single step.
Yang Guo is not so conceited that he can ignore the power of many monks mobilizing magic power to form an array.
Wen Zhuliu's red robe fluttered, and stopped in front of Yang Guo in an instant, with his palms grabbing Yang Guo's dantian.
The evil wind hit his face, brushing Yang Guo's disheveled gray hair, revealing that handsome face that was getting colder and colder.
"If you want to die first, that's what you want!"
Yang Guo stood on the spot, waiting for Wen Zhuliu's attack, the phantom of the golden bell outside his body appeared again.
Wen Zhuliu's eyes narrowed, the fact that he was captured by Yang Guo just now was still vivid in his mind, he immediately spread his arms, jumped back, and chose to give up.
"Did you run away?"
Yang Guo let out a cold cry, shot out, left deep footprints on the spot, and swept towards Wen Zhuliu who was retreating.
At this moment, it lacks the demeanor of the Qinggong of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and looks a bit rough.
But... easy to use.
This is what it means to apply what you have learned.
The bitter sword shaped by the innate qi slashed at Wen Zhuliu's beating heart with its sword glow.
The horror in Wen Zhuliu's eyes was beyond words, and when he was about to resist, he saw Yang Guo's body being hit by a magic circle, and he stopped for a moment.
Then he seized the opportunity, stayed away from Yang Guo, and retreated to the place where a group of Wen's monks gathered.
"You continue to use the restraint technique at the end of the formation, and I will use the sun flame burning technique together for the others."
Wen Zhuliu quickly made arrangements, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Yang Guo appearing in front of him with his sword raised.
"Spell? It's interesting, but... it doesn't seem to be useful."
After being hit by the magic circle just now, Yang Guo really felt as if his body was being pressed down by a huge boulder, that's why his body stagnated for a moment.
But it was only a moment of stagnation.
……
Time passed slowly.
Yang Guo put away the blood-stained bitter sword, let out a mouthful of turbid air, looked up at the gradually rising sun, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his blood-stained face.
There was a gentle breeze in the valley, and the thick bloody smell was carried to all directions by this breeze.
Warm head down, not daring to look up at Yang Guo in blood clothes.
"Miss Wen, I killed these Qishan Wen's monks, do you... have any opinions?" Yang Guo asked without emotion.
She pursed her lips tenderly, didn't speak, but shook her head.
"It's good to have no opinion, otherwise Yang really doesn't know what to do, don't you think?"
"Senior, my little girl is going to check on Miss Long and Miss Cheng's injuries first, please do what you want."
There is a little panic in the warmth, and she wants to leave when she takes a step.
"Wait a moment."
The warm body froze in place, and tentatively said, "I don't know what else is going on, senior?"
"You should have someone dispose of these corpses first, it's boring to see."
"Ah."
In response to the warmth, she walked quickly to the depths of the valley.
After leaving with warmth, Yang Guo lifted the collar of Wen Chao who was still alive.
"Your name seems to be Wen Chao, right?"
Wen Chao's body was trembling non-stop, blood from his mouth and tears of fear kept flowing from his eyes, he completely lost the air he had a few hours ago.
"Ahem, you can't kill the young master."
Wen Zhuliu's indifferent words sounded, but Yang Guo showed surprise.
"Wen Zhuliu, he was stabbed in the chest and still alive?"
Wen Zhuliu clutched his chest, struggled to stand up, and repeated: "You can't kill the young master?"
"What, so what if I kill you? Or what about this trash's father, Wen Ruohan?"
Wen Zhuliu didn't answer, just repeated "You can't kill the son", and walked towards Yang Guo.
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"I'm sorry, he's dead." Yang Guo's eyes were bloodshot and he said indifferently.