Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Seeing himself surrounded by three people, the greed on the face of the strong man from the Wu Kingdom, Yan Qi, turned into a ferocious expression.

He knew he had become the target of everyone's criticism.

"roar!"

Like a trapped beast, he let out a wild roar, and the barbarian markings on his body suddenly shone brightly, unleashing an aura of fearlessness.

He didn't choose the two from the Nine Rivers Sect who seemed the strongest, but instead fixed his crimson eyes on Yi Yang, thinking to himself:

"This skinny old man has the weakest breath and looks the easiest to bully."

"To tear a hole in him is the only way to survive!"

Making a quick judgment, the burly man from the Wu Kingdom, Yan Qi, exerted force with his feet, his muscles bulging, and his whole body transformed into a maddened black bear, charging straight at Yi Yang with a tragic aura.

The two martial artists from the Nine Rivers Sect beside him sneered mockingly when they saw the man from the Witch Kingdom heading towards Yi Yang.

"Should you pick the softest persimmon?"

"What an idiot."

The two men simultaneously drew their longswords, and with a flash of light, they slashed viciously at the ribs and lower back of the strong man from the Wu Kingdom, Yan Qi, from two extremely tricky angles!

The three-person encirclement was now fully formed.

However, just when everyone thought the strong man was doomed...

Unexpected changes occurred!

The moment Yan Qi, the burly man from the Wu Kingdom, rushed in front of Yi Yang, he abruptly turned his body, ignoring the blade slashing from behind, and in a completely illogical manner, exposed his entire back to Yi Yang!

He used his own back to withstand the seemingly casual slash from Yi Yang.

puff!

The blade pierced flesh, and blood splattered.

The burly man let out a painful groan, but with the force of the slash, his speed increased instead of decreased. He was like a boulder thrown by a catapult, violently crashing into the martial artist from the Nine Rivers Sect on the left!

Trading injury for life!

The martial artist from the Nine Rivers Sect named Huang Xuan never expected his opponent to use such a brutal fighting style.

The sneer on his face was still frozen as he watched a fist the size of a clay pot grow larger and larger in his field of vision.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed on the stone platform.

Huang Xuan screamed in agony as countless bones in his chest broke. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying dozens of feet before crashing heavily against the stone wall and sliding down, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Junior brother!"

Another martial artist from the Nine Rivers Sect, Lu Yang, shouted with eyes wide with rage.

The burly man from the Witch Kingdom, Yan Qi, having landed a successful blow, completely ignored the bleeding wound on his back and lunged forward. His large, fan-like hands, like two iron clamps, gripped Huang Xuan's neck tightly as he lay on the ground.

But then Lu Yang's knife arrived.

The blade flashed, slashing straight at the strong man's back.

But the burly man neither dodged nor avoided, his arm muscles bulging like mountains as he suddenly exerted force!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed through the valley.

Huang Xuan's neck was snapped by him.

His eyes widened, still filled with astonishment and confusion, before he fell completely silent.

Do not look down.

Lu Yang's determined strike landed squarely on the burly man's back, once again sending up a spray of blood.

"Ugh!"

The burly man from the Wu Kingdom, Yan Qi, roared in pain, released his grip, and staggered back two steps. Two deep, bone-revealing wounds on his back made him look like a blood-soaked figure.

But he didn't fall.

He turned around, faced Lu Yang, and grinned with a sinister, blood-stained smile.

at the same time.

Li Chengyan, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the strong men of the Wu Kingdom, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye.

His face, which always wore a faint smile as if he had everything under control, suddenly turned so gloomy it could drip water.

"waste!"

He cursed under his breath, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

He stopped fighting with the man from the Wu Kingdom, Shi Yao, and suddenly changed the magic hand seals!

The three cyan flying swords that were originally fighting each other suddenly merged into one in the air, transforming into a dazzling cyan sword light that was three feet long!

"go!"

The sword flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky!

At the same time, a ball of azure light shone on Li Chengyan's body. He was activating his Xuan Guang Seed. With his will, a layer of azure scales covered his upper body, two bony ridges grew on his forehead, and he became a head taller.

The incomplete Dharma body, or the enlightenment of profound light.

This is the truly powerful technique of the first realm of Profound Understanding. By invoking the Seed of Profound Light, a portion of one's flesh and blood transitions into a Dharma Body, a section of the body reveals the power of the Dharma Body, and one's strength increases exponentially.

Seeing this, Shi Yao, the man from the Wu Kingdom opposite, did not hesitate. With a long roar, the barbarian patterns on half of his body turned reddish-gold, his originally barbaric head became a ferocious beast head, and the muscles in his arms swelled so much that the skin was torn open, and both arms became twice as thick.

Two half-avatar monsters collided.

Emerald marks, fist shadows, and flying pebbles.

But just as that strong man from the Wu Kingdom threw a punch, his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, which was the most vulnerable moment.

He only felt a flash of blue light before his eyes, and an incomparably sharp sword aura was already at his chest.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

puff!

The sword light pierced through his left shoulder blade!

A bloody hole the size of a bowl suddenly appeared.

"what!"

Shi Yao, a man from the Wu Kingdom, screamed and staggered backward. His left arm went limp and he lost all feeling in it.

After landing a successful attack, Li Chengyan didn't even glance at him. With a swift movement, he appeared behind Yan Qi, the burly man from the Wu Kingdom who was confronting Lu Yang.

The burly man had just killed Huang Xuan and then withstood a blow from Lu Yang; he was already at his last gasp.

He felt a gust of wind behind him and was about to turn around.

late.

A cold, gleaming light flashed past behind him.

The long sword in Li Chengyan's hand pierced his back silently.

The tip of the sword protruded from the chest.

A sword piercing the heart!

The body of Yan Qi, the burly man from the Wu Kingdom, suddenly stiffened.

He lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the blood-dripping sword tip emerging from his chest. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed a hissing sound.

The glimmer of hope in his eyes vanished quickly.

Finally, his massive body crashed to the ground.

On the stone platform, blood flowed like a river.

In the blink of an eye, one of the two warriors from the Witch Kingdom was dead and the other was seriously injured.

On the Nine Rivers Sect's side, they also lost a martial artist at the peak of the True Qi Realm.

The situation is constantly changing.

Li Chengyan drew his longsword and wiped the blood off the body of the dead Wu Kingdom strongman, Yan Qi.

He glanced at the strong, muscular man from the Wu Kingdom who was lying not far away, hugging his shoulders and struggling to get up, then turned his gaze to Yi Yang, who stood to the side, seemingly an outsider.

A glint of undisguised greed flashed in his eyes.

Now, only the three of them remain on the field.

The golden silk sunflower and the four dark-winged eagle eggs were still safe and sound.

"This old man."

Li Chengyan's face once again displayed that warm smile, as if he wasn't the one who had just made that ruthless move.

"I am deeply saddened by the unfortunate passing of Junior Brother Huang."

He sighed, looking utterly compassionate.

"Now only the three of us—you, me, and my junior brother—are left. Look, how about we divide the treasures in this valley equally between the two of us?"

As he spoke, he took two steps toward Yi Yang, appearing very sincere.

But his right hand, hidden in his sleeve, quietly made a gesture towards Lu Yang, the only remaining steward of the Nine Rivers Sect.

That was a secret code within the Nine Rivers Sect.

—Kill him.

Standing not far away, Lu Yang's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and he nodded without changing his expression.

He pretended to be relaxed and vigilant, sheathed his long sword, and slowly walked towards Yiyang.

"Old man, you're in luck."

As Lu Yang walked, he spoke seemingly casually.

"We lost a junior brother, so you've gotten a great deal."

He walked slowly, a look of relief on his face, one step, two steps...

Just when he was only three steps away from Yiyang.

Lu Yang's expression instantly turned ferocious!

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body sprang up like a cheetah!

The long sword at his waist, the moment it was drawn, transformed into a deadly flash of cold light, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight at Yi Yang's throat!

This strike was swift and ruthless, leaving no room for error!