Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 195: Martial Law

Zhao Duanhai's iron spear tore a bloody path through the chaotic army, and the tip of the spear hit the throats of three heavily armored infantrymen.

When he was about to pick up the fourth tower shield, the cold light of the battle axe had already hit his face.

The moment he held the gun horizontally, the bricks under his feet exploded into powder, and his knee joints made a teeth-grinding friction sound under the huge pressure.

"court death!"

Tuoba Lie suddenly lowered his waist and sat on his hips, and the axe's momentum changed from chopping to dragging. Zhao Duanhai staggered forward, and the spear shaft scraped a series of sparks in the blood groove of the battle axe.

The next moment, when the old strength had gone and the new strength had not yet been born, Tuoba Lie's axe fell down with a bang.

Looking at Zhao Duanhai who was split into two halves by him, Tuoba Lie sneered disdainfully.

"You dare to do that at the Blood Exchange Stage..."

He suddenly raised his giant axe with a cold expression.

"Daqian prohibits martial arts. Civilians are not allowed to practice martial arts privately. Martial courage is like privately minting copper coins. Those who sever their meridians before midnight can avoid being torn apart by a chariot!"

The rolling sound from Tuoba Lie's throat was like a muffled thunder, instantly resounding throughout the city walls.

"Fuck your grandma!"

An old martial artist with white hair, holding a big knife, chopped down a Daqian soldier who was climbing up and spat at Tuoba Lie.

Tuoba Lie's eyes were sharp, and the blood energy around him was like mist rising and swirling around him.

"kill!"

The city wall suddenly shook violently.

The Iron Pagoda cavalry began to charge, and the sound of the four hooves of the armored war horses hitting the ground was like thunder knocking on the door.

The leading rider clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse covered with scales was so clamped that it foamed at the mouth, while the rider's thigh muscles pushed the armor into a hideous bulge.

The javelin thrown by the Beiliang warrior hit the horse's armor, and the spear shaft broke into three pieces under the reaction force.

Tuoba Lie jumped onto the city wall by stepping on the corpses, and the trajectory of his axe condensed into a net woven of cold light in the air.

The old coach of Beiliang Martial Arts School blocked the attack with his ring-handled sword. When the swords collided, the muscles in his arms exploded like the gnarled roots of an old tree, and the bricks and stones under his feet cracked like spider webs.

The axe blade pressed down the knife body three inches, and the steel spike at the end of the axe handle suddenly spit out the tongue of a venomous snake, killing it with one move.

When the setting sun dyed the blood flag dark red, the walls of Beiliang City were already covered with axe marks.

Tuoba Lie untied his breastplate to reveal his scarred body. Each wound demonstrated the terrifying regenerative power of his muscles. The chest muscles that were torn open by the spear tip rolled over and healed, and the gaps left by the saber were squeezed into thin lines by the knotted back muscles.

Thirty ladders were set up at the foot of the city at the same time, and his battle axe was chopping the last resisting Beiliang soldiers like chopping meat, and every swing brought up a blood mist mixed with bone fragments.

Suddenly, Tuoba Lie, standing on the battlement, turned his head and looked at a hill six hundred feet outside the city, where several figures in black clothes were standing.

He opened his mouth, revealing his cold white teeth, pointed the giant axe in his hand at the other person, and scratched his neck with his other hand, then ignored him.

"Insanity!"

The Seventh Elder of Jiuyao Sect clenched his fists in his sleeves so hard that they made crackling sounds. The veins on his body were throbbing like the collision of gold and jade. When he was about to rush forward, he was pushed back by the First Elder's withered palm.

The old man tapped the sword at his waist with his fingers.

Clang!
The long sword automatically came out of its sheath three inches, and a visible sword energy shot out in an instant, rushing towards Tuoba Lie's eyebrows. It was as fast as thunder and fire, and even Tuoba Lie didn't have time to react. He was hit back three steps by the sword light, and sat down on the ground with a sound of metal clashing.

Tuoba Lie was furious, but was held back by a tall general who had followed him. The elder's eyes lit up slightly, somewhat surprised that the other party was unharmed.

"Let's let the evil spirit of this Dragon Scale Guard grow a little longer. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is hard to come by these days. Let it grow for another three days and brew my Zongjian Pill."

The sneer under the Third Elder's black iron mask shook off the pine needles. He flicked the scabbard at his waist with his fingers, and the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain cracked, shocking the Daqian soldiers on the city wall so much that they paused.

"Until the Nine Stars arrive, the general's head will be temporarily enclosed in the body of this reckless man."

The voice wrapped in broken snow crashed towards the top of the city wall, but when it touched Tuoba Lie's armor, it strangely condensed into ice spikes. A strange force instantly rushed into Tuoba Lie's body, but was quickly eliminated by the blood in Tuoba Lie's body.

"It turns out to be real blood."

The third elder was a little surprised and shook his head slightly.

"In Daqian, bloodlines are valued more than martial arts. Practicing martial arts privately within the territory is like burning oneself in fire, neglecting the main goal for the sake of trivial matters."

"Let's leave first. Since the Empress doesn't want to intervene and has ordered Yanbei Daocheng to send troops, my Jiuyao Sect needs to conserve its strength. We can just cooperate a little. Now that the Yuanling of Heaven and Earth is rising, we need to seize the opportunity to open the Jiuyao Secret Realm. The Xuanzhen Sect has taken advantage of it."

Watching the figures on the hill leaving like ghosts, Tuoba Lie couldn't help but take a breath.

The two blows just now made him see stars.

"Those who are lawless and have no regard for the law should be eradicated first."

The tall and thin general beside him had a gloomy look on his face, with a hint of mockery on his face: "This Great Zhou exists only in name only. The actual rulers are just these clans."

"They are very strong." Tuoba Lie rubbed his brows. If it weren't for his true blood that emphasized the toughness of his body, the sword light that had just shone out would have torn anyone else in half like paper.

"That's why I, Daqian, cut down mountains and destroyed temples, and banned all martial arts among the people."

The tall and thin general turned around and looked at the smoke-filled city. The cries, howls, and shouts of killing intertwined together like a piece of music.

The heavy cavalry of the Dragon Scale Guard were using their sabers to cut down the eaves of the ancestral hall. The sound of broken tiles falling to the ground and the sound of swords piercing flesh actually formed a kind of qi resonance.

The general hummed with satisfaction, as if listening to the iron-blooded drums of war: "When the king's flag is planted throughout the six provinces and seventy-two states, what martial arts will there be?"

He closed his eyes as if enjoying himself, and listened attentively: "Now that we, the Great Qian, have arrived, these sects and these warriors will naturally be cleansed out."
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In an underground secret room in Shenbingling, Zhan Yan was shirtless with his hair and beard standing up. The heavy hammer in his hand was covered with meat scraps. Behind him, a group of women and children were huddled in silence.

His kinked back muscles were covered with lines of red dragon coiling around a mountain, and strands of power flowed through every bulge of muscle, like a blood snake.

There was only a hideous bloody wound on his chest, which he forced closed by squirming his muscles.

When he was temporarily safe, he turned his head to look at the strong old man beside him.

It was the old man that Xu Yunfan met in front of the mountain gate when he went to Shenbing Ridge.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to be still alive!"

Zhan Yan looked surprised and happy. This was his junior fellow apprentice Lu Cheng from Shenbing Ridge.

He had a complicated expression. Back then, his face was so radiant that the female disciples of the Medicine Valley of Shenbing Ridge couldn't take their eyes off him. The threshold of the courtyard was trampled down several times by matchmakers.

At this moment, the hunched old man, with his tattered clothes fluttering, looks so haggard and old, there is no trace of the graceful demeanor he had in the past with his sleeves flowing like flowing clouds.

That was the face of Shenbing Ridge back then, welcoming and seeing off guests, and many female disciples from other sects flirted with it.

A voice of iron and stone rolled out from his throat, "They said you were buried in the Burning Weapon Pool of Divine Weapon Ridge. I didn't expect you to still be here. It's just..."

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