Origin Paradise!

The mid-level martial artist clearly saw those cold eyes, and his mind went cold for a moment, followed by unconscious darkness. The silver spear smashed his head, bone fragments pierced the tree trunk, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, blood trickling into the soil.

As the mid-ranking martial artist died, forty-odd spearmen had already formed a dense encirclement.

"kill!"

The moment the order was given, more than forty spears thrust out at once, sealing off all the enemy's room to maneuver.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-red wings extended from behind Jiang He. As the blood-red wings struck the air, three thousand six hundred iron feathers flew out, forming a storm of blood and iron.

The agonizing screams, accompanied by the sounds of being cut and scraped, abruptly ceased after only a moment.

All forty-odd soldiers were killed in action. There was not a single standing figure left on the spot. Their flesh and bones were pulverized by the storm and turned into eerie mud that clung to the ground and tree trunks.

A brief moment of dead silence.

Driven by extreme fear, the sound of teeth chattering echoed throughout the battlefield. Soldiers charged forward like madmen, only to be shot dead, cleaved in two from top to bottom, their internal organs falling to the ground, still wriggling slightly.

Suddenly, Jiang He leaped up and jumped into the densely packed army formation. Dark red energy surged and surging, extending the spear in his hand to more than five meters in length. As he straightened his arm and turned to sweep horizontally, the ground with a diameter of more than ten meters was completely turned into hell.

In the forest, a rain of minced flesh and blood fell from the sky.

A mid-level martial artist, resembling a bull, charged forward headlong.

boom!

Jiang He pulled out the Whale Song revolver, first shooting him so hard he was stunned and forced to stagger backward, then followed up with a straight thrust that blasted his upper body apart.

Wow!

The leaves swayed, and another mid-level martial artist leaped down from the treetop, gripping a heavy axe tightly in both hands, and cleaved down with the force of splitting a mountain, his true energy appearing exceptionally heavy.

Jiang He transformed the revolver in his hand into a sniper rifle, raised it with the muzzle pointing upwards, and a dark red streak of light rose into the sky. Madam Wu's axe shattered, and at the same time, the silver spear pierced three soldiers who were trying to launch a sneak attack. He poured in a large amount of corrosive energy and casually flicked it, causing extremely acidic and putrid blood to fall into the crowd, clearing a large area of ​​open space.

One after another, figures charged closer and closer.

Pieces of dismembered corpses flew through the air.

The figure holding the silver spear was like an unyielding reef, effectively blocking the tide that was converging from all directions.

Black Mountain Tiger picked up a battle sword and leaped to slash again. This time, he put all his strength into it, causing his body to be surrounded by black light. The power of his secret technique was fierce and unstoppable.

Jiang He thrust his spear upwards, gathering three energy qualities to shatter the secret technique Black Light, followed by a charged straight kick that sent the enemy flying out of the overhead forest.

Black Tiger vomited a mouthful of blood and fragments of internal organs, the excruciating pain causing his face to twitch wildly.

In the mountains and forests, Cao Jin looked down at his hands, which trembled slightly but uncontrollably. He looked up at the figure on the mountain of corpses in front of him and thought of the Northern Barbarian Dragon City, who had killed the number one in the world several times. The difference was that the person in front of him was strong, dangerous, and cold, while Dragon City was an out-and-out war maniac.

Cao Jin roared, "Why aren't you making a move!"

Among the crowd, an unassuming old man began to walk, leaving behind a clear afterimage of sword light. As his speed increased, the afterimage resembled a giant sword tens of meters long, and he himself was the indestructible tip of the sword, roaring like a tiger all the way.

The tenth in the world is the one who wields a sword.

Secret Technique: Flashing Tiger Roar Greatsword Flying.

A dozen trees were cleaved in half, the greatsword's power seemingly capable of piercing through thick iron city gates.

Jiang He activated the Sword Scale Snail Dragon Armor, the rugged armor covering his body. Without hesitation, he thrust out his silver spear, four blood-red wolf shadows swirling around the spear, their howls long and drawn out.

The silver spear and wolf shadow clashed with the tiger-roaring greatsword.

Both sides exploded simultaneously, and the sharp shockwaves spread outwards, causing more than twenty large trees around to collapse. Up to a hundred soldiers were killed by the shockwave, their corpses littering the ground, and several inches of soil were shaved off the surface.

Chapter 139 The Silver Will

In the mountains and forests.

Jiang He's Sword Scale Snail Dragon Armor was mostly destroyed.

The old man with the sword turned pale. His left shoulder, near his neck, was completely gone. The combined piercing damage from the Blood Wolf Smoke broke through his True Essence Sword Qi defense, and a severed arm fell to the ground with a thud.

The soldiers hesitated and retreated. In just a quarter of an hour, at least three or four hundred men were brutally murdered, and their morale was on the verge of collapse.

Cao Jin closed his eyes, then opened them again. He frowned, wondering if he was dreaming. The tenth-ranked mastermind's premeditated attack had resulted in him losing an arm. In the world today, apart from grandmasters, only three or four people possessed such abilities.

"Now that things have come to this, do you still think you can just let bygones be bygones?" The old man with the sword looked at the bandits. "I'm just contributing money and effort, unlike you local tyrants."

Among the bandits, a middle-aged man stepped out, his arms wrapped in silver thread. He was the vice sect leader of the Daming Sect, and unlike the honorary Hong Zhou, he had real power.

"Let's all come at once." The vice sect leader formed a Dao seal with his hands, using the blood essence of two thousand five hundred soldiers, combined with the cultivation of a high-grade Qi cultivator, to create three seven-meter-tall killing Dao soldiers. Each of them possessed the strength of a weak Grandmaster, and due to the use of a secret technique, silver armor appeared on the surface of these Dao soldiers.

Black Mountain Tiger's body grew taller and taller, his muscles bulged, and his fangs lengthened. This notorious bandit, who was famous throughout Yizhou, was not human at all, but a tiger demon in human form.

Cao Jin activated his secret technique again, golden light rose, and he activated the Immovable Mountain Technique, charging forward as if carrying a small mountain on his back.

Six small swords, each about the length of a hand, flew out from the old man's clothes. This sword-wielding technique was a grandmaster's secret skill passed down to him.

Four grandmasters surrounded and killed one person.

Jiang He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a dilapidated Taoist temple appeared.

[Name: Kuru Rong Taoist Temple]

[Type: Psychological]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect ①: After the Taoist temple descends, targeted enemy units within a 50-meter radius will suffer 20 points of withering damage per second]

[Effect ②: Silver Will - After the Taoist temple descends, beings below the Silver rank will bear the burden of will.]

[Effect 3: After the Taoist temple descends, the user and any designated friendly units will recover 20 HP per second.]

[Effect 4: Grants immunity to mental disorders below the Silver rank, and provides 50% resistance to those of the same rank]

[Note: Activation consumes 1000 energy points per minute]

Under normal circumstances, an average person with a constitution of 5 has a life value of 100.

The value is between 5 and 10. Each point increases the life points by 50. For a superhuman with a constitution of 10, the standard life points are 350.

The value is between 10 and 20. Each point increases the life points by 100. For a superhuman with a constitution of 20, the standard life points are 1350.

The active mental skill, "The Temple of Withering and Flourishing," can inflict 1200 points of withering damage per minute. More importantly, this skill contains the withering will of a Grandmaster of the Soul System, which has a powerful mental suppression effect on lower-level life forms.

In an instant, the four people who launched the attack from the mountains were all startled.

Six flying swords landed, the immovable golden mountain collapsed, and the three seven-meter-tall Dao soldiers scattered. In an instant, under the crushing force of the silver will, all their secret techniques crumbled.

The use of any secret technique is inseparable from true energy.

It is not only the body that controls true essence, but also the spirit and will. This is one of the key factors for a Grandmaster to transcend the mundane world. They can use their own silver will to easily destroy the secret techniques that a high-level martial artist relies on most.

A deathly silence.

Suddenly, a large crow circled overhead, carrying a leather water bag that poured out a waterfall of fire-breathing ant solution. Black Prison Mountain quickly burst into flames.

The raging fire was layered, surrounding all the soldiers and bandits, and continuing to spread inwards.

The moment the secret techniques failed, Jiang He, who had anticipated this, took out the Crimson Baptism and, taking advantage of the moment when Cao Jin lost the gold mountain, shot him in the head.

Cao Jin died.

The wailing from the inferno awakened the others.

The old man with the sword staggered away, channeling his true energy and sword qi to protect himself as he traversed the sea of ​​fire.

Black Mountain Tiger turned and ran. He didn't use any secret techniques after revealing himself, so he was the easiest to get out of the mud. He only stayed in the area of ​​that strange Taoist temple for a few seconds before his whole body felt like it was being peeled off.

Only the deputy sect leader was present, sitting on the ground with a weak smile.

"How could you possibly let me go, right?"

Unable to use his secret techniques, the more than two thousand soldiers were trapped in the sea of ​​fire and could not form a formation. This was the most vulnerable moment for a high-grade Qi cultivator. His physique was even inferior to that of a low-grade martial artist. At this moment, he was withered and eroded and no longer had the strength to stand up.

"I want your Qi cultivation technique," Jiang He said.

The deputy sect leader shook his head. Either way, he was going to die, so how could he agree? The number of Qi cultivators was drastically smaller than that of martial artists, so their cultivation techniques were naturally exceptionally precious.

Jiang He slapped him unconscious, then locked him in a small dark room. According to Wu He's intelligence and speculation, the player's item bag will evolve into a blessed land as they grow, which, in Western terms, is a dimensional sanctuary.

Wuhe landed and asked, "Which one are we chasing? Black Mountain Tiger is running towards Dangguan City, and the old man with the sword is about to jump into the river."

“Black Mountain Tiger, if we can’t kill him, this bandit suppression will be considered a failure; if we kill him, it will be considered a Pyrrhic victory.” Jiang He retrieved the camel hump bag and the Flame Ant Jade, and said, “Go and keep an eye on Zhuang Ya. I’ll teleport you both back after that.”

"Understood." Wuhe took off again.

Jiang He strode across the sea of ​​fire, his initial armor protecting his body from damage. After the battle, the number of Blood Wolf Shadows increased to six, each with the power equivalent to a full-force thrust.

……

The night sky was moonless, in the woods south of Daming Prefecture.

Young Master Yan walked slowly to an open space, put his hands behind his back and looked around. As a grandmaster, and a top expert who had opened up four extraordinary meridians, he had no fear of the grandmasters and martial artists who were ranked tenth in the world, and he never took the so-called geniuses of holy lands seriously.

"Princess, why are you hiding it?"

Young Master Yan frowned. The princess's letter was undeniably harsh. Without any substantial evidence, she had guessed the Yan family's general plans and objectives. This keen insight made him extremely wary.

A wisp of rain flew by, and the tree snapped in response.

The Master of Misty Rain appeared on the treetop, surprised, and asked, "How come it's you?"

Young Master Yan's expression changed slightly. He knew he was fourth in the world, of course, but faced with the current situation that differed from his expectations, he felt an almost instinctive sense of crisis.

Suddenly, the two of them turned their heads at the same time.

A figure rushed over, his leg muscles ruptured and bleeding profusely, yet he remained unmoved, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

The enemy is attacking.

"worship!?"

Young Master Yan recognized the other party, his pupils constricted, but since his own safety was at stake, he decisively struck the other party's chest with a palm strike. He was certain that this "Severing Meridians and Circulating Technique" was enough to kill the enemy.

The thin young man didn't flinch at all; he was about to lower his head and bite the other man when a series of cracking sounds echoed from his abdomen.

The misty rain pavilion master's face turned ashen as he desperately used his lightness skill.

The next second, a small mushroom cloud rose in the forest.

Fifty chaotic bombs exploded close to their faces, instantly vaporizing Young Master Yan and the thin young man. The ground trembled violently, and the flames illuminated the night sky.

Outside the woods, Zhuang Ya shrank back. Beside her was an empty coffin, which she could easily swallow once she revealed her true form.

A crow flew in from afar and landed on Zhuang Ya's head.

"The boss wants us to come over."

"it is good."

Chapter 140 Black Tiger

The mountains are high and the roads are long, the world is desolate.

The Dangguan Fortress in the canyon resembles a giant beast lying on the ground.

Black Mountain Tiger, no longer caring about transforming to conceal its presence, resumed its original form and ran wildly.

Black Tiger is enormous, with black and white stripes interwoven on its body. With each step, it leaves a clear palm print as wide as a person's waist on the ground. The mastery of the Black Tiger Skill has given it formidable explosive power. This skill, which no one in the martial arts world has mastered, is now in his hands, making his cultivation twice as effective.

When Black Tiger arrived at the city gates, the heavy gates immediately opened, and he rushed through, running along the central street of the city, heading straight north.

The north gate also quietly opened. The Black Prison Mountain bandits had been entrenched at the mouth of the canyon for more than ten years and had a deep-rooted presence in the neighboring Dangguan City. The income of the six thousand soldiers in this pass city all came from smuggling caravans. If they wanted the merchants to obediently hand over their money, they would naturally have to raise a tiger to cause trouble.

After leaving the pass, Black Tiger rushed northeast without stopping, heading towards the direction of the barbarian tribes. In fact, half a month ago, the Northern Barbarian Royal Court had already led its army south and confronted the main force of the Anbei Army at the Ink Great Wall. They were using the technology collected from Kyushu to build siege weapons, and a major battle was about to break out.

Now is the heyday of the Northern Barbarians. Since the previous Great Chanyu vigorously advocated learning the culture and technology of the Nine Provinces, the population of the Northern Barbarians has increased significantly. The number of 300,000 horsemen and archers is well-deserved, and martial arts masters, with Dragon City as their symbol, are emerging one after another.

Only a quarter of an hour passed.

A figure shrouded in white smoke arrived at the foot of Dangguan City.

The prolonged high-speed travel caused someone's body temperature to rise to an abnormally high level, making them appear like a moving human-shaped smoke trail in the late autumn night.

Seeing the city gates close again, Jiang He unfurled a pair of blood-red wings from his back. With a flap of his wings, he took off and entered flight.

Due to the natural pressure from the Shenlingtian above, no bird can fly across the Jianchi Mountains. This canyon is the only route and the most crucial flank of the Great Wall defense system.

Beneath the clouds, Jiang He felt the exhilarating speed of flight. These blood-red wings reduced wind resistance by 20%, and although they didn't seem very high, they were more than enough for him to mimic the light and agile flight of birds with hollow skeletons.

With eyes like an eagle, sweeping across the land.

Jiang He quickly spotted the charging black tiger. In the open grasslands of the borderlands, the tiger had nowhere to hide.