Zhao Yu was really running fast, using his lightness skill to pass through the forest.
The distance of five hundred li was covered in less than fifteen minutes.
When he arrived at the place where the Big River Sword had descended, he did not find Youngest Uncle.
However, the scene in front of him made Zhao Yu stay silent for a long time, and he was shocked.
A ravine, a bottomless abyss!
He clearly remembered that there should be a small hill that was several hundred meters tall five hundred miles away from Qingcheng Mountain.
But now, the hill had been washed away into a deep valley.
The corpses of 3,000 armored soldiers were laid out!
As far as the eye could see, the deep valley created by the sword Qi actually had a sparkling reflection of light.
From time to time, there was the pungent smell of blood.
Zhao Yu waved his sleeves and looked down at the valley.
With just one glance, his eyes widened and his heart trembled.
That was because what reflected the light in the deep valley was the blood that flowed out from the bodies of the three thousand armored soldiers.
No wonder the smell was so pungent!
A blood pool formed by the blood of three thousand people!
Zhao Yu exclaimed in his heart.
No matter how powerful a martial artist was, they were no match for an army.
Even if it was an expert in the Land Immortal Realm, he would still be defeated by an iron army of 8,000 people!
Back then, Li Chungang, who was known as the Sword God, only managed to break through 2,600 pieces of armor with a single sword strike even though he was holding a wooden ox!
Youngest Uncle had broken through three thousand armor with the Big River Sword Intent!
However, Zhao Yu really thought that…
This wasn't the upper limit of his martial uncle.
It was because there were only 3,000 soldiers here!
If there were 10,000, 30,000, or even 80,000 soldiers here!
Uncle-Master's Big River Sword also pierced through it!
The more Zhao Yu thought about it, the more he was impressed by his uncle's power.
He used to think about it.
As long as he cultivated diligently, with his aptitude, he would be able to catch up to his martial uncle sooner or later.
But after witnessing the power of the Big River Sword today, Zhao Yu finally understood.
Just how big was the gap between him and his martial uncle!
However, Zhao Yu was not discouraged.
Cultivation practitioners defied the heavens and even dared to defy the heavens. Why would they be afraid of not being able to catch up to their Uncle-Master?
He secretly made up his mind to step up his cultivation when he returned!
He would strive to surpass Uncle-Master as soon as possible!
After making up his mind, Zhao Yu walked quickly to the front of the deep valley.
His white robe was spotless on the bloody ground.
Dao Sword Immortal, Dao Sword Immortal.
He really did not lose the title of "immortal".
When they reached the deep valley, Zhao Yu looked down from above.
This glance made Zhao Yu even more shocked!
That was because there was still condensed sword qi in the valley!
These bronze sword Qi were like a sword tomb that was stabbed into the deep valley.
Violent sword qi kept on spitting out, as if waiting for an opportunity to behead the enemy!
Zhao Yu frowned. He took out the peach wood sword in his hand and pointed it at the sword energy in the deep valley.
In an instant, sword qi flew up and poured back!
Zhao Yu raised his sword to defend himself.
" Clang!" Zhao Yu took a few steps back before he could stabilize himself.
He lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword in his hand. There were actually dense cracks on the sword!
Just a single Sword Qi was enough to make the Dao Sword Immortal, the leader of the five Sword Immortals, struggle to parry.
What if it was the Big River Sword formed by thousands of sword Qi?
Zhao Yu couldn't imagine what would happen if he was the one to resist the sword.
Zhao Yu shook his head and sighed. He had a new understanding of Chen Fan's power.
After a long time, the sword aura stayed.
Based on the probing just now, Zhao Yu deduced.
The sword qi in this valley would probably last for at least a few years!
Looking at the Sword Qi Sword Tomb that filled the entire valley, Zhao Yu sighed and whispered to himself,
"Looks like this place will become a forbidden area of Qingcheng Mountain from now on…"
……
Zhao Yu's eyes were deep, and his robe danced in the wind.
Everything that had happened in the past appeared in his mind.
Little Uncle-Master had warned him before.
If one day he was faced with a great evil, he had to step forward and deal with it with great evil.
The legacy of Qingcheng Mountain could not be broken.
It would take thousands of years.
Zhao Yu remembered his Youngest Uncle's teachings.
Now, he had comprehended the Big River Sword Intent.
Naturally, they had the power to protect the sect.
Lord Beihan's actions had gone too far.
Mount Qingcheng was the first to bear the brunt.
When Zhao Yu thought about this, he squinted his eyes, revealing a murderous look.
Lord Beihan really thought he was a pushover.
Stealing the Big River Sword Intent.
He even framed the Qingcheng Mountain Sect for assassinating the adopted son of the Northern Frost King's residence.
This point!
If it were anyone else, it would be something that was intolerable.
He definitely had to give her a taste of her own medicine.
Right at this moment!
The other disciples rushed over and looked at the bloody battlefield in shock. They cupped their hands at Zhao Yu and said,
"Master, all the big sects in Jianghu are hiding.”
When Zhao Yu heard this, he was expressionless.
Seeing this, the disciple wanted to say something but stopped.
"What else do you have to say?" Zhao Yu said calmly,
However, his eyes flickered with a fierce killing intent, like a ferocious beast in the dark night.
"Master, these sects are all timid and afraid of trouble. They are afraid that these things will befall them. That's why I chose to back down."
"Sigh…"
When the disciple said this, he let out a long sigh and his eyes dimmed.
The 300 million cavalrymen of the Royal Beihan Residence.
That was an existence whose name shook the world.
If they were not careful, the entire sect would disappear.
At this critical juncture.
Almost all the sects chose to avoid Lord Beihan.
Hearing this, Zhao Yu laughed out loud.
His voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
The disciples standing below were puzzled.
Suddenly!
The smile on Zhao Yu's face disappeared, and he said coldly,
"Good! Sure!"
"Since you're all so afraid, then keep being afraid.”
When he said this, his eyes flickered with cold killing intent.
"Since you're afraid of Lord Beihan's teeth, I'll try it today. I'm going to pull them out.”
"I want to see if he is a fierce tiger or a sick cat of Liaodong.”
Zhao Yu was full of vigor and didn't have any intention of backing down.
Now, a crisis was imminent.
If he lowered his head, the entire martial arts world would probably be reduced to the imperial court's lackeys.
When the time came, these martial artists would be killed.
However, he had completely lost his freedom.
There were even a large number of people who would pay the price with their lives.
All the Green City disciples present were shocked!
Beihan had angered the Hierarch…
This led to the sect leader's massacre!
Some of the disciples mistakenly thought that this battlefield was the result of Zhao Yu's rage and the soldiers of the Beihan Army!
The Hierarch had already set an example.
He would rather die than submit. He absolutely could not become the imperial court's lackey or a slave kneeling on the ground.
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