"How...... How can it be! ”

Nangong was shocked.

He is a quasi-saint-level martial arts powerhouse, how could he not see that at this time, Guo Poyu's entire life form has been sublimated and has entered another level.

This is the Holy Prophet!

Twenty-year-old martial arts Yasheng.

The ancients have not been seen before, and it seems unlikely that there will be anyone in the future.

His worldview was completely turned upside down.

If you can break through the realm with a casual fight, especially if you cross the great dragon gate from innate to celestial, then there are not too many martial arts saints in this world.

But Guo Poyu did break through like this.

Is it better than a person to be angry? It will make people lose the courage to practice martial arts!

He Nangong Lianhua boasts that he is also a genius, and he has the strong background support of the entire family, he has been taught by famous teachers since he was a child, and he has countless resources to squander, just like that, at the age of twenty-five, he can be congenitally perfected and become a quasi-saint-level powerhouse.

And to go one step further and become a transcendent being like the Martial Dao Yasheng?

In ten years, I am afraid that there will not be the slightest light in sight.

But what does Guo Poyu rely on?

He doesn't have a famous teacher to teach, and he doesn't have a strong family behind him to provide resources, but he just relies on his own talent, but he leaves all his peers behind!

This makes Nangong Lianhua, a son of a family who was born with a self-proclaimed superiority, how can her mentality not be unbalanced?

Why?

Why is he a proud son of heaven like Nangong Lianhua, but he is not as good as a hillbilly like Guo Poyu, a poor ghost, and a stinky ** silk?

"Nangong Gongzi, this kid has just broken through, the realm is still unstable, and the injuries on his body are very serious, but they will not heal automatically because he broke through. You have to adjust your mentality! Now is the best time for us to kill him! ”

"Yes, Nangong Gongzi, if you don't kill this kid immediately, when he relaxes his breath and the realm is completely stabilized, it will be us who will die!"

The gray-robed old man and the black-robed old man drank at the same time, just like Hong Zhong Dalu, to wake up Nangong Lianhua, who was in a state of imbalance.

They are not the sons of a pampered family like Nangong Lianhua.

Guo Poyu broke through between life and death, although they were shocked, but they would not be like Nangong Lianhua, who completely shook their Dao hearts.

Instead, he watched the fire and instantly realized that even if Guo Poyu broke through, it was the end of the crossbow, and he would definitely not be able to support it for long.

Now, on the contrary, it is the best time to kill Guo Poyu.

What about Yasheng?

A martial arts saint in a state of complete victory, of course, can crush the three of them together.

But Guo Poyu at this moment will definitely not be able to do it.

Fang Cai's hard work had almost exhausted his physical strength.

At this moment, Guo Poyu seems to have evolved from a **** to a desert eagle.

The power has been increased tenfold.

But there were no bullets in the chamber.

So what's there to be afraid of?

Yahin is terrible.

But what is the difference between a dead Yasheng and a dead pig?

"That's right! Kill him, kill him, haha, what if he breaks through? Such a serious injury, and it won't heal suddenly, kill him here, what if he is a twenty-year-old Martial Dao Yasheng? What about the world's number one martial arts talent? If he is dead, he is dead, can he suddenly come back to life? ”

Nangong Lianhua was instantly woken up by the gray-robed old man and the black-robed old man.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and they were full of tyranny and coldness.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all the true elements in his body again, and burst out with all his strength, pounced on Guo Poyu.

And the gray-robed old man and the black-robed old man also attacked at the same time and pounced on Guo Poyu.

"A thousand threads!"

"Open the stele hand!"

"Big Five Poisoners!"

The three of them shot at the same time, and they all used their own tricks.

Guo Poyu, on the other hand, squinted his eyes and remained motionless.

He was reminiscing, reminiscing about what kind of state of mind he was in when he slashed out that knife just now.

It was a completely different state than before.

Mountain, no longer mountain.

Water, and no longer water.

The whole world, in another form, was presented to him.

It is not seen with the eyes, but perceived with the spirit.

The whole world has been dissected, broken down, and reduced to the most basic elements.

Anything, in his eyes, becomes a different form.

What flaws, what flaws, are all very clear in front of him.

"It's no wonder that the sub-saint powerhouse can crush the quasi-saint powerhouse. In fact, there is no qualitative difference between the strength of the two. Because there is a limit to human **. It is impossible to say that I can hit 3,000 catties of strength in the quasi-saint realm, and in Yasheng, I can hit 30,000 catties. I'm not the kind of pervert like Brother Lu, and I don't practice the god-level exercises that are rare in the world, 'Son of Heaven's Wangqi', my strength, let alone reaching 10,000 catties, is impossible to even have 5,000 catties. ”

"But it doesn't matter, grenades can kill, nuclear bombs can kill, for individual individuals, there is no difference. The difference between the sub-saint powerhouse and the quasi-saint powerhouse is that the rules of the world are clearer and clearer. Like the three people in front of me, every move and every move they made became extremely slow in my eyes. Their use of the orbit of the true element and the structure of the force are all clearly presented in front of me. I know where their strengths are, where their weaknesses are, where there are flaws between move transitions. I only need to use one point of force to break them with ten points. In this way, how can they be my opponents? It's not a level of battle at all, and it's not even fair at all. No wonder under the saints, there are extremely ants. ”

Guo Poyu felt carefully, and had a clearer understanding of the rules of martial arts.

The thought in his heart turned like lightning.

And at this time, Nangong Lianhua, the gray-robed old man, and the black-robed old man were bursting out with all their might, trying to crush and kill him.

In fact, their analysis is not bad at all.

Guo Poyu is indeed at the end of the crossbow.

The knife he slashed out just now drained all his remaining essence.

At this moment, not to mention slashing people with a knife, he is just moving a finger and blinking his eyelids, but he is afraid that it will be difficult.

They joined forces to strike, how strong they were, they were indeed able to wipe out Guo Poyu here.

The question is –

Guo Poyu is not alone.

Never.

He never fought alone!

Just when the offensive of the three of them had arrived, and they wanted to completely strangle Guo Poyu-

"The body is cut off with a knife, and the soul is cut off by the heart!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout.

A dark shadow, coming from nowhere.

It's like something out of thin air.

A kill-pig-knife, made of dark iron, exudes a sharp luster.

In the palm of his hand, it swirled.

Slash with a knife.

The knife flashed.

The black-robed old man at the front of the rush stopped directly.

He touched his head, his face full of horror.

"You...... What kind of knife are you......"

He stammered, he stammered, he spoke incoherently.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his back was straight, like a peerless spear.

He said lightly, "You are a pig." Then my knife is naturally a kill-pig-knife. ”

"Good knives."

The black-robed old man said.

"Good knife technique."

He added.

"What a strong swordsman."

He concluded.

Those were the last words he spoke.

Then he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

And then—

He was covered by the Heavenly Spirit, and a slender white line appeared.

There is a faint leakage of red liquid.

Then, from top to bottom, all of a sudden, he fell apart.

Huawei's extremely symmetrical halves.

Brains.

Entrails.

Blood.

It flowed all over the ground, steaming white.

The old man in the black robe, die.

Youth pauses.

Take a deep breath and swallow the water.

The sword flashes again, like a comet hitting the moon, transcending the ages.

Slash at the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man was shocked, his eyes were terrified, and he hurriedly retreated.

The man in front of him holding the killing-pig-knife put him under pressure far more than Guo Poyu, who had already enlightened Yasheng.

He was like a giant beast that had escaped from the ancient wilderness.

Molars suck blood.

Murderous like hemp.

No one can stop it.

"You...... Who are you? He screamed, panicking.

"People slaughter, Gao Changgong."

The young man spit out five words in a cold voice, and the knife momentum did not decrease, and he slashed through a brilliant arc, chased away, and went straight to the gray-robed old man.

Obviously, if you don't kill him, you will never do it!

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