The sky is getting darker, but today's Luoyang City is not as bright as it used to be.

There are also fewer girls with bare legs on the streets and alleys, and the stagnation in the air, the faint smell of blood makes everyone subconsciously shrink at home.

Even if there are children who want to go out and play tricks, the old people who are usually pampered at home will have an old face and a black face and whisper scolding.

The whole Luoyang seemed to fall silent in an instant, and the silence was a little scary.

"Nourish...... ......"

A piercing sound came to the ears of the residents along the street, and the timid hurriedly hid in the bedroom to cover the quilt and shivered with fright, and boldly glanced through the window cautiously into the street.

One man, one knife, long knife dragged a long ravine in the street.

The bluestone street was overflowing with sparks, and all everyone saw in the firelight was a snow-white long hair, white and seeping.

Green shirt and robe, white hair like snow, Yuan Minghong's eyes are like electricity, and the drag knife is ready for a thunderous blow.

How many years have passed, for the first time, someone dares to tease his tiger beard, no matter who the other party is, today he will be stained with blood!

"Daddy, Grandpa Whitebeard!"

The crisp child's voice suddenly sounded by the window, and the man next to him suddenly turned pale, and hurriedly hid in the bedroom with the child.

It wasn't until the sound of the long knife mopping the floor that the man exhaled lightly, looking at his daughter's clear eyes, and the man couldn't help but swallow the words of reproach that had just arrived.

"Dad, is that grandpa?" The ignorant child did not realize his father's fear at all, and still asked unrelentingly.

There was a hint of envy and longing on the man's face, but it quickly turned to awe.

"Good daughter, that's a warrior, a warrior who flies into the sky."

The man's expression is complicated, a warrior, a big killer in the era of peace, there is a Wu family guarding Luoyang, is it going to be chaotic?

"What is a warrior?" The little girl laughed, and her clear eyes made people can't bear to refuse.

The daughter's innocent words made the man entangled for a while, and he said perfunctorily for a long time: "It's the same superman that Dad bought for you, the kind that is so powerful." ”

"Can the old man fight monsters?"

"Fight monsters?"

The man rolled his eyes, but when he saw his daughter's expectant face, a strong father's love rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but nod and said: "You can fight monsters, they are the patron saints of mankind, and Dad is your patron saint." ”

These words also sounded in many places this night, and the answers may not be the same, but when the warrior said it, there were many people who knew it.

Today's environment has changed drastically, and the monks are almost extinct, but the martial arts are prosperous.

Luoyang, the thousand-year-old capital, naturally will not lack the figure of warriors.

In addition to the Wu family, there are dozens of large and small families in Luoyang, although martial artists rarely show their skills in front of ordinary people, but sometimes they are inevitably shot.

With the rapid development of information dissemination, warriors are no longer as mysterious as they were at the beginning, nor are they mythologized.

Ordinary people know a lot of martial artists, but there are not many who have really seen martial artists, and even fewer have seen masters.

Although the number of warriors is large, it is also relatively speaking, for billions of Chinese people, warriors are too far away from them, and few people mention them on weekdays.

And the old man who dragged the knife just now, even if ordinary people don't know how to do it, they also understand that this is not the martial artists who knew some three-legged cat kung fu in the past, but a real master.

Combined with today's strange atmosphere and the thick bloody atmosphere, smart people already feel that something big is about to happen.

In Luoyang, which has been calm for decades, an invisible bloody storm is slowly brewing.

……

The peak of the Blood Jade Peak.

Wu Liang's face was indifferent, looking at the growing momentum in the distance, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Everything was expected by him, the Blood Jade Peak ban was broken, and it was not something that ordinary people could do at all.

Drag the knife to gather momentum, such a vulgar set is not in his eyes at all, no matter how strong the ants are, they can't withstand the two fingers of human beings, and they are going to kill today!

Wu Liang was fearless, but everyone at the foot of the Blood Jade Peak was pale.

Wu Qiming had a struggle on his face, and sighed for a long time: "Qingzhu, persuade your grandfather, there is no need to make a fuss like this." ”

Yuan Qingzhu, whose complexion had gradually recovered its ruddy complexion, lowered his head and said nothing, until Wu Qiming spoke up, and then whispered: "I can't persuade you, Blood Jade Peak is the only one that Grandpa has ordered to take down over the years, and no one can refute Grandpa." ”

That sentence that no one could refute deeply pierced Wu Qiming's heart, this is Luoyang, not the Yuan family!

Wu Qiming's fist clenched lightly, and he loosened it down for a long time.

The Wu family in Luoyang, a thousand-year-old family!

I said before that I would not defeat the reputation of my ancestors, but now I am in a dilemma, and I am ashamed of my ancestors!

"Old man Wu, who is that person?"

The cynical Huang Laosan's face was solemn at this time, looking at the momentum coming from miles away, and the indescribable depression in his heart.

originally thought that the Huang family was dominant in Longxi, and with the discovery of Wu Liang as a backer, he Huang Sanye would be able to run rampant, but who knew that Lu Dao would bring him such a big blow as soon as he came out of Longxi.

It turns out that the Huang family is so small, and his third master is just a piece of shit in the eyes of others.

Wu Qiming closed his eyes and didn't reply, but Wu Hongdao next to him explained: "Yuan Minghong, the head of the Kyoto Yuan family, is a seventh-order powerhouse in the innate realm, and a powerhouse on the human list!" ”

The strong man on the list, a trace of solemnity flashed in Huang Laosan's eyes, can Wu Ye do it?

It should be possible, Wu Ye is a strong person in the Grandmaster Realm, no matter how powerful the person is on the list, he is only congenital, and he is definitely not Wu Ye's opponent, Huang Laosan breathed lightly.

However, as soon as this breath was removed, the momentum in the distance suddenly rose up, and the air froze in an instant.

"Rats! Deceive my Yuan family's childish daughter, Yuan Mou will not kill the nameless, report the name! ”

"Ridiculous!"

The words fell, Wu Liang jumped straight down on the top of the mountain, and there was a roar between the mountain streams, and several huge cracks appeared on the hard mountain rocks.

Wu Liang's legs were deep in rubble, but the sneakers under his feet were not damaged in the slightest.

With a look of disdain on his face, Wu Liang looked at the momentum that he didn't dare to approach, and his heart was disappointed.

It turned out to be this kind of waste, although the Blood Jade Peak opened the big array again, but if the strong didn't even have the courage to move forward, no matter how strong they were, they didn't deserve Wu Liang's respect.

"If you dare to covet the Blood Jade Peak, the deity will kill you today!"

The voice came out far away with the sound of Wu Liang breaking through the air, and the momentum in the distance froze slightly, and then it was mixed with monstrous anger and shot towards Wu Liang.

"Kill!"

The two of them shouted at the same time, which was deafening, and the faces of everyone at the foot of the mountain changed greatly.

Wu Qiming hesitated for a while and still protected Yuan Qingzhu, but his face was no longer as kind as before. The old ghost of the Yuan family is so rude, Luoyang is where their Wu family is located, even if the old ghost wants to make a move, he should greet the Wu family.

But now this old ghost is relying on his strength, and he actually started a war in Luoyang without even saying hello, and the Wu family has no face.

After today, the Wu family will definitely discuss with the Yuan family!

It's just a saying, the thousand-year-old family has lost face, and it's sad.

……

The two of them looked at each other and killed, Yuan Minghong dragged the knife to it, the momentum was like a rainbow, the long knife was cut far away, the knife was overflowing, and in an instant, Wu Liang's coarse cloth short sleeves had a few more cracks.

Wu Liang didn't care at all, and smashed his fist into the oncoming long knife.

Sonor!

The fist and the sharp blade met, and there was a loud metal crash.

Yuan Minghong's face changed slightly, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and said coldly: "If you don't practice your body, no matter how strong you are, it's a waste!" ”

"Then you can try!"

Wu Liang's eyes were indifferent, and with another punch, a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared on the long knife.

Yuan Minghong's face finally became solemn, even if he didn't practice qi, he could not underestimate the ability to train his body to this realm.

Sonor! Sonor! Sonor!

With three punches in a row, Yuan Minghong didn't even have time to put away the knife, and a huge crack had already appeared on the long knife that had been inherited for nearly a hundred years.

The tiger's mouth is already bleeding, but the old and powerful hands are trembling at the moment, and the training has reached such a level, terrifying!

"Stop, who the hell are you?"

Before Yuan Minghong's words fell, Wu Liang punched again, and with a click, the long knife was broken into two.

"Impossible!"

Yuan Minghong's pupils shrank heavily, and he interrupted the long knife he had cultivated for nearly a hundred years with his bare hands, and the opponent's strength was almost invincible!

Escape!

It is impossible to reach the innate seventh order and not see the situation clearly, Yuan Minghong didn't even say a cruel word, turned around and fled.

Wu Liang sneered, daring to fight the idea of Blood Jade Peak, no one can live!

Blood Jade Peak, a thousand-year-old forbidden land, there is in but not out!

The figure flickered, and suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Minghong, Yuan Minghong's face changed greatly, and the momentum that had dragged the knife before was extinguished.

"Rao ......"

Yuan Minghong's pupils slowly dilated, and there was only a fist as fast as lightning in his eyes.

There was a numbness in his chest, and Yuan Minghong looked down in disbelief, and through the fist-sized hole, he saw that the long knife that had been dropped behind him had just landed.

The sound of clanging on the ground gradually became quieter, and Yuan Minghong's thoughts fell into darkness, and he fell to the ground with a bang, his long snow-white hair covered with messy gravel.

There is no passion, no three-day and three-night battle, and no beauty of counterattacking with serious injuries.

It is a fist, famous in Kyoto, and the innate seventh-order powerhouse of the Eight Desolations fell into the barren mountain.

Yuan Minghong, who appeared on the stage, was even defeated by Wu Liang's punch, and the myth was shattered, and the martial arts were defeated by the immortal Dao after all.

Wu Haohao, who killed Yuan Minghong, acted as if nothing had happened, and gently bent down to pick up the long knife on the ground, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

The thousand-year-old meteorite can be regarded as a small harvest, leaving this waste to be buried and ruined.

The long knife that was broken in half was also more than a meter long, and Wu Liang dragged it to the ground casually, the sparks overflowed again, and the figure gradually disappeared.

No one could have imagined that in just a moment, the owner of the towing knife had been replaced by Wu Liang.

"Grandpa......"

The cuckoo's bloody cry was as terrible as the coarse linen clothes dragged the knife away.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone was cold, Wu Qiming's hands trembled slightly, Yuan Minghong died!