Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"stop!"

Hong Lang's roar was powered by the strength of a lion's roar.

The sound surged forth like a tidal wave, shaking the trees and causing withered leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Huo Qingbai's expression changed slightly, and he reined in his horse and turned around.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.

The wind came strangely, as if it had been deliberately sent from a certain direction.

Then they smelled a strange fragrance, indescribable whether it was floral or medicinal. At first, it was sweet and pleasant, but upon closer inspection, they felt their heads become heavy and their limbs gradually lose strength.

The fragrance was lingering and captivating, seeping into the nasal cavity, down the throat, and into the internal organs.

After smelling it for a while, it actually makes people feel a kind of lazy weariness, as if they are basking in the sun on a spring afternoon and just want to close their eyes and not think about anything.

A martial artist in the Marrow Cleansing Realm swayed, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He looked down at his hands in a daze, as if he didn't understand what had happened, then his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, collapsing like a lump of mud.

Second place, third place... more than twenty Marrow Cleansing Realm martial artists fell one after another.

Luo Heng felt the strange fragrance enter his body and was startled. He quickly held his breath and used his internal energy to resist it.

He felt his internal energy becoming sluggish, as if someone had filled his meridians with paste, making it extremely difficult to circulate.

His original cultivation level, which was at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm, has now been suppressed to only one-tenth.

Huo Qingbai's expression finally changed, and his cultivation level was also suppressed.

At this moment, the three riders rushed up to the group.

The man in the lead was tall and imposing; it was Hong Lang. Behind him, to his left, was Pu Xi riding a horse, and to his right was a large pig.

"Old Pig, you can have that guy on horseback." Hong Lang pointed at Huo Qingbai.

Zhu Dachang looked at Huo Qingbai, who was standing on a high place on the riverbank. Although his cultivation was suppressed, he still had the foundation of being at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm.

"I'm only at the initial stage of mastery, and you expect me to reach the final stage?"

"He's been weakened by 90%, what are you afraid of? If you can kill him, I'll give you a Blood Essence Pill."

Zhu Dachang blinked his small eyes and muttered, "Fine, anyway, I'm tough as nails, I won't die from taking a few hits."

It jumped off the horse, its huge pig head swayed from side to side, its big ears flapped twice, and it walked towards Huo Qingbai.

"Hey you on horseback, get off! I, Old Pig, want to have a go at you today!" Zhu Dachang shouted, looking up.

Huo Qingbai looked down at the pig demon, his brows furrowed, thinking to himself: How could there be a demon in such a remote and impoverished place?

"How dare this demon act so presumptuously here?"

Zhu Dachang grinned: "Today I'm not only going to be insolent, I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"

It stomped its foot suddenly, and its massive body, like a mountain of flesh, rammed into Huo Qingbai's horse.

Huo Qingbai snorted coldly, leaped off his horse, and struck out with a palm, hitting Zhu Dachang squarely on the shoulder.

With a muffled thud, Zhu Dachang stumbled back two steps, shook his head, and was completely unharmed.

"That's it?" Zhu Dachang grinned. "I got hacked to pieces more times in the White Bone Plains than you ate!"

It charged forward again, its spiked club forcing Huo Qingbai to retreat repeatedly.

On the other side, Hong Lang had already walked up to Luo Heng.

Luo Heng's knife was still pressed against Mo Qiushui's throat, but his hand was trembling slightly.

With the Hidden Venom entering his body, his cultivation level has been suppressed to only one-tenth. Despite having a foundation at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm, his combat power at this moment is even less than that of someone at the entry level of the Meridian Opening Realm.

Hong Lang stood still, his halberd pointing diagonally at the ground, his gaze fixed on Luo Heng's face.

"Magistrate Luo, it's been a long time."

Luo Heng looked at the young man in front of him, his pupils contracting slightly. He hadn't expected him to still be alive.

He subconsciously tried to circulate his internal energy, but found that the strange fragrance was still circulating in his body, like countless tiny snakes crawling into his meridians, gradually eroding his strength.

"When you abandoned the city and fled, did you ever think of Qiao Yuan?" Hong Lang's voice remained calm, but the veins on his hand gripping the halberd bulged.

Luo Heng's expression changed, then he sneered, "Qiao Yuan? A nobody worth mentioning? In this world, only the survivors are the winners!"

"So, you're not going to survive today."

Without further ado, Hong Lang took a step forward, his halberd like a dragon, aimed straight at Luo Heng's throat.

Luo Heng raised his sword to parry, and the sword and halberd clashed.

Hong Lang used all his strength in this strike, which made Luo Heng's tiger's mouth go numb.

Luo Heng was shocked. He remembered Hong Lang's cultivation level. He was only at the Blood Refining Realm back then. How could he have improved so much in just a few months?

Hong Lang gave him no chance to catch his breath. The second halberd followed closely, sweeping across his waist and abdomen. The third halberd came crashing down on his head, each move deadly and each strike fatal.

Luo Heng was forced to retreat repeatedly, his long sword struggling to defend itself, looking utterly pathetic.

His cultivation was suppressed to only 30%, while Hong Lang was at his peak. With this disparity in strength, he was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back.

Hong Lang deflected the long sword from his hand with a single halberd strike, followed by a powerful kick to the abdomen.

Luo Heng groaned, staggered back several steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hong Lang lunged forward, pressing his halberd against Hong Lang's throat.

"This strike is for Qiao Yuan!"

The halberd thrust out suddenly, piercing Luo Heng's throat.

Luo Heng gripped the halberd shaft tightly with both hands, blood gushing from his throat and the corners of his mouth.

He never believed until his death that he would die at the hands of a junior in the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

[Defeat a martial artist at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm and gain 210 Martial Arts Points]

The battle on Zhu Dachang's side has also come to an end.

Huo Qingbai was ultimately no match for this pig demon, and the Hidden Demon suppressed his cultivation to only one-tenth.

Zhu Dachang struck him in the chest with a spiked club, sending him flying backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

Hong Lang walked over with his halberd and pierced his chest with it.

[Defeat a martial artist at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm and gain 210 Martial Arts Points]

Hong Lang pulled out his halberd, shook off the blood, and glanced at the rest of the people on the riverbank.

Wang Ye, Niu Ba, and the other twenty-odd Marrow Cleansing Realm warriors had all completely lost consciousness.

Hong Lang walked over and brought down his halberd with a swift motion.

[Defeat a martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Meridian Opening Realm and gain 190 Martial Arts Points]

[Defeat a martial artist at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm and gain 80 Martial Arts Points]

……

A total of 2,210 martial arts points!

It seems that as long as we fight and win more battles, it's much safer than going on an adventure to the White Bone Plains!

Hong Lang, carrying the blood-dripping halberd, turned and walked towards Mo Qiushui.

She was still lying on the riverbank, covered in blood, her clothes torn to shreds, watching the floodwaters approach her step by step.

The setting sun cast a golden glow behind him, making his tall figure appear like a god emerging from a sea of ​​blood.

Hong Lang crouched down and examined her wounds.

"He won't die," Hong Lang said in a deep voice.

These were the words Mo Qiushui had said to him when she was injured.

Mo Qiushui suddenly laughed, laughing until tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood on her face and flowing into her mouth, tasting salty, fishy, ​​and bitter.