Chapter 49: Pulling the Mountain Feather
Zhang Yun's wrist vibrated slightly, and the Yunshang sword immediately bent, and was re-turned into a belt by him in the special scabbard around his waist. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info He didn't immediately answer Huang Longtu's words, but looked up at the sky first, and then said with a smile: "The junior used the Lingyun sword just now, this move is very strong, if the senior's qi is not exhausted, then Zhang Yun has no choice but to go back to the house immediately and retreat to practice again." ”
Huang Longtu's seven orifices spilled blood, and he also raised his eyes to look at the sky. The weather was clear and sunny, and it was a good day to pass away peacefully.
"Leave a whole corpse?" Huang Longtu was laughing in his tone, but he couldn't tell where he was laughing with his hideous face.
Zhang Yun replied apologetically: "The senior said that he laughed, since he has already seen life and death, why do you have to count me when he is dying? If you leave your old man's corpse, why should I toss such a big battle to disturb the audience?" Zhang Yun pointed to this big open space that was beaten out by the two of them as he spoke.
"Rest on your laurels, you deserve to die. The eight-character comment seems to be for himself, and it seems to be for Huanglongbao, who lived for one hundred and ten years, and a master of the same era as the Dragon Emperor, secretly existed like an emperor, and turned into minced meat all over the ground, so fine that it was impossible to see where the fatal injuries he suffered came from.
Zhang Yun pursed his lips, and when he turned around, he still couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood and spit on the ground. He wiped his mouth, it was a good thing that this mouthful of blood could be spit out. The life and death of the decisive victory and defeat with Huang Longtu brought a great burden to Zhang Yun's body, and the injuries that had been stacked over the past few days not only failed to completely improve, but were aggravated again because of this shot.
Looking at the direction of the battlefield, Zhang Yun slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then dared to hurriedly leave.
Duanmu Yu arrived first, followed by Shan Rui and Ji Yan.
In the past, there was no verbal communication between the three giants of the Heavenly Yin Sect and now the Heaven and Earth Eradication Society, and the three of them began to investigate the surrounding situation almost immediately as soon as they came to this place.
Pressed for time. This is the common idea of the three martial arts masters who have cultivated to an extremely high level at the moment, because this mess is too worthy of study, and the time they can use to study it is too short.
It's not because of the White Lotus Yu Party who are in their early 100,000s who think they can take the opportunity to get a piece of the pie, and it's not that there is enough to threaten these three martial arts masters to chase after them. There was originally only one wisp of qi within a radius of one hundred zhang, and even this wisp of qi was disappearing rapidly, if you didn't hurry up, let alone figure out who killed the old dragon in Huanglong Castle, and don't even think about how Huanglongtu died.
After about ten breaths, Duanmu Yu was the first to stop, and then Shan Rui also stood up straight. The two of them didn't say anything until after two more breaths, Ji Yan also straightened up, and the two vertical and horizontal wounds on her face that couldn't be smoothed out looked more and more hideous.
"Huanglongtu was defeated in strength, and it wasn't the people of Medicine Valley who shot, but I can't see who it is. Ji Yan was the last to stop exploring, but she was the first to say her conclusion.
Shan Rui spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "Yes, then I don't need to say it, I guessed completely wrong." Yu'er, how about that person's light work?"
"I can't see that there are too many deliberate traces in my steps. The poison god can't even see it, so I don't have to guess anymore. Duanmu Yu stood with his arms crossed, he didn't guess on his lips, but in his heart he couldn't help but guess, guessing the character he would often think of.
Obviously a dead man! The corners of Duanmu Yu's eyes twitched slightly, and he was a little angry at his shameful and ridiculous speculation.
Shan Rui saw Duanmu Yu's reaction in his eyes, he took two steps forward and pointed to the pool of flesh and blood on the ground that had seeped into the soil and smiled: "Everyone can't tell why, it's really better to guess." I guessed it was the kid who killed the Qiang Protector on Yuetian Mountain, and I guessed that although he fell off the cliff, he didn't die at all. You must know that the kid has fallen and not died once when he was still an infant, who knows if he played another bitter trick ten years ago?"
Shan Rui said easily, but he saw the distorted face that flashed on Duanmu Yu's face in an instant, and even heard that Ji Yan's skill had been perfected, and the great master who should have been silent stepped on a tree branch.
Ji Yan coughed to cover up the embarrassment just now, and said in a deep voice: "That Hadan Battle can't be fished out whether it's true or not, the headless python is a dead python after all, and the White Lotus Sect has those idiots and remnants of the party who are carrying the black pot for others this time, I don't know how much will be left after colliding with 300,000 headless flies." Shall we go back here?"
"Of course I have to go back, the sect leader said that I don't have to worry about these now. Shan Rui is the final word.
Zhang Yun didn't actually leave there. He couldn't determine the final casualties of the Lotus Sect formed by the remnants of the White Lotus Sect and the 300,000 ownerless Tartars, and he understood that killing three birds with one stone was actually that the three people of the Chengtian Heaven and Earth Removal Society were definitely the ones who wanted to leave, but at least they could confirm whether the Yellow Dragon Fort was destroyed cleanly enough, and whether his injuries could quickly improve at this moment was also closely related to whether the Yellow Dragon Fort had been completely wiped out.
You must know that most of Zhang Yun's internal injuries at this moment were caused by the old dragon's death-defying attack on the rout of Huanglong Fort. Although Huang Longtu only swept the tips of his fingers across Zhang Yun's chest at that time, the heavy feeling of depression lingered for a long time, which made Zhang Yun dare not take it lightly.
On the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed that Zhang Yun, who was wrapped in a black robe, came to the ruins of Huanglong Fort like a ghost.
Mountains and seas look at the air.
After a big battle that was both physically and mentally draining, Zhang Yun still did not hesitate to use his energy to perform this tricky soldier's qi magic technique, in order to naturally thoroughly investigate the survival of the qi of Huanglong Fort.
Heaven and earth are in chaos, and Huanglong Fort has no life.
Zhang Yun, who got this result, still did not relax, he slowly forced the depressed and dull death qi in his body to his right palm with Lingyun True Qi, and then pressed the "Pulling Mountain Feather" in the Dragon Emperor's palm on the dragon lair tunnel in Huanglong Fort.
Zhang Yun's palm was extremely castrated, and his palm really fluttered and fell like a light feather, gently caressing the ruins of Huanglong Fort.
There was a moment of silence around, and then the huge force that erupted caused the entire Yellow Dragon Fort to shake violently, and the dragon lair tunnel opposite Zhang Yunluo's palm fell directly to the end, even if there were any living people below who used strange methods to survive, they would also turn into dead corpses at this moment.
Pulling the mountain feather was originally called Yushi pulling the mountain, which was the first achievement of the dragon emperor Long Qisheng's divine skills and a move when he created the dragon emperor's palm. It is rumored that the Dragon Emperor was good at wearing a lake blue robe, with a graceful demeanor and dust, and when he competed with others, he was despised by the strength and laughed at the feather scholar who was called the powerless chicken, and as a result, the Dragon Emperor waved his hand and beat the opponent who was known as the palm weight of ten thousand jun into the mountain more than two feet deep, and after several improvements, it became today's mountain feather.