The tour guide said respectfully, "Yes, too. Since that's the case, please come with the villain." He stood up and carried the package he carried with him, bent over and led the way. Yang Zhao followed him to observe intently. Although his steps were quite light, it was just because he was used to walking on the mountain road, not because of his martial arts. He couldn't help but feel confused again. But he thought that he would leave the army and go out alone. If he missed today, he didn't even know when he would wait for the next time. This plan to lead the snake out of the hole should not fail. But even so, he had to be careful not to lead the snake, but instead he would be afraid of it.

Since she was thinking about this, Yang Zhao relaxed her mind, wiped her impetuousness, and only watched the mountains and rivers indulged in love. The two climbed two small hills one by one. After only half an hour, they saw two mountain peaks with special shapes standing not far ahead, like big drums on a shelf. The guide stopped, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a coarse cloth towel on his shoulder, and smiled and said, "General, please look, Tianguling there. Isn't the villain bragging?"

The ingenuity of fortune is exactly the same, which is really a wonder. Yang Zhao looked out from afar and praised him. He stroked his palm and said, "The most rare thing is that the two mountains, east and west, are exactly the same shape. It's true that they are amazing."

The guide smiled and said, "The two peaks themselves are indeed not different, but by comparison, the Dongling Mountain Road is much easier to walk on than Xiling. Most of the people who come here to visit are climbing Dongling. General, how about we take this old road?"

"Anyway, the scenery should be similar, so it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao nodded and walked first. The tour guide followed the little prince closely behind. Soon, the two walked under the mountains to the east and walked up the path. Strictly speaking, they were actually very forced to call them "road". On the ridge that was only four or five feet wide, most of them were just loess in a natural state. However, dozens of stone steps were carved out in the most difficult places according to the terrain. Even though Yang Zhao was very skilled in light, he naturally put away his contempt. Every time he lifted his legs, he was cautious and dared not relax at all.

Tianguling is indeed unique. In Yang Zhao's view, the mountain is like a pyramid-shaped one, but there is a huge stone ball on the highest point of the spire. There is only a little bit of it between the stone ball and the spire, which looks heavy and light. Fortunately, when you walk into the shadow of the big stone ball, any man with normal nerves will become nervous and will not help but look up from time to time. Although the big stone above your head has been safely staying on the mountain for more than 100,000, or even hundreds of thousands of years. But who knows how long it can continue to stay? It may be hundreds of thousands of years, but there may be only a few minutes left. If this huge stone that weighs hundreds of thousands of tons is really falling down, then even if you practice your martial arts to the point of Mahaye or Chaoyang Tianshi, you may still be smashed into meat sauce?

So when walking on this mountain road, even the guide who usually likes to talk became taciturn. The two of them climbed higher and higher, and they were about twenty feet away from the shadow of the huge stone ball to climb to the top of the mountain. Suddenly, a strong mountain wind blew, and the low shrubs around were blown to the sound of "rustling~". Yang Zhao stopped and smiled and said, "This wind is cool."

The tour guide laughed and said, "General..." Before he could finish his voice, he suddenly shouted with a nervous look on his face, "Be careful!" He rushed over. His arms suddenly wrapped around Yang Zhao's waist, and he was about to hold him sideways and rolled down and roll away. If he was on the flat ground, this action was of course nothing. But now the two of them were standing on the steep mountain road, with abysses on both sides of the mountain road. If they just rolled down like this, how could they still have their lives?

If it was really unexpected, then it would not be surprising that Yang Zhao might have killed him with such a method of dying together. However, in fact, since he walked on this mountain road, the little prince has always been vigilant and never relaxed. At that moment, he was filled with his feet, and a thousand-pound pendant nailed the ground firmly, shouting, "How dare you..." He only spit out three words, and suddenly he heard the "rustling~" sound above his head. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced up quickly, but saw dozens of dark pots smashed down from the top of the mountain one after another. At the edge of each pot, sparks were all "hissing~".

Yang Zhao's eyes suddenly contracted, and he shouted anxiously: "Let go." He tried his best to break free from the guide's clamp. The guide who seemed honest and honest at this moment had his facial features twisted at this moment and he kept laughing: "General, the scenery on the road to the underworld is better, let's go!" He pulled out a dagger with a flashing cold light from his legs and stabbed Yang Zhao's lower abdomen. His technique was fast and ruthless, as if he had practiced it thousands of times for this.

Since the enemy had already discovered the dagger, Yang Zhao no longer needed to show mercy. The Xuanjian skill of the Book of Changes was instantly activated to about 70%. The powerful qi suddenly exploded from the inside to the outside, and a muffled "pop" sound. The guide's arms broke at the same root, and flew out with a long scream. He couldn't help but fall down into the abyss outside the mountain road. The shrill screams shocked the whole mountain, making people feel creepy!

The creepy time lasted only two or three seconds. The dozens of spark-burning pots fell straight down, and the landing point did not aim at Yang Zhao, but it was just aimed at the mountain road itself. The moment they came into contact with the ground, a huge explosion sound of "boom" immediately broke out! The fire was dazzling and the explosion waves spread out in all directions like mountain torrents. Wherever they passed, the sand and rocks were shattered, and the earth was shaking, and it seemed like a natural disaster was coming. It turned out that the dozens of pots were filled with earth bombs filled with strong gunpowder!

Dozens of local bombs exploded at the same time, and the momentum was really amazing. However, the gunpowder of this era was just black gunpowder after all, and no matter how high the performance was, it had its limits. Moreover, the dispersed explosions could not be concentrated, which did not pose a real threat to Yang Zhao. The protective energy of the Xuanjian of the Yijing formed a layer of weak but unsupported protection cover outside. Yang Zhao used infinite electric body technique, and passed through the surrounding thunder and fire like lightning, and rushed straight to the top of Tianguling Peak. In the lightning, the little prince had escaped from the shadow of the huge stone ball and returned to the sunlight. He shouted loudly: "The rats of the Tang Sect, haven't they appeared yet?"

The answer to him was the huge shadows that were carried by the whistling wind from the left and right at the same time. This time it was not a local bomb, but two large iron balls with a diameter of two feet in radius and weighing at least a thousand pounds. A thick and powerful voice broke into his ears and laughed wildly, shouting: "You don't go in heaven, but you can't go in hell, but you can't break in? The surname Yang, die!"

The immortal soldier of the divine hand burst out golden light, breaking the shadow brought by the big iron ball. Yang Zhao's palms came out together and pressed them gently on the iron ball, and took the initiative to soar up. Not only did he escape from the almost impossible situation, but he was not damaged at all. He looked down, but saw a famous giant man with a burly figure as strong as an iron tower standing on the mountain peak with his legs spreading on his hands, manipulating two black iron chains as thick as his arms. The huge iron ball at the end of the chain was pressed by his palm force.

, which had already fallen down quickly. But the giant man only shook his arms lightly, and the iron ball that had already become dull immediately regained its agility, chasing Yang Zhao like a shadow. This is no longer something that can be done by relying on brute force, but an extremely high-quality martial art that is extremely strong and soft. If it is used to kill the enemy on the battlefield, this skill alone and combined with such weapons will be enough to make the giant man a terrifying existence comparable to hundreds of armored cavalry!

Yang Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank again, and he recognized who this giant man was. In an instant, two lines of records in Tang Sheng's paper scroll belonging to the "Beijinghuo Practice Heaven" item appeared in his heart like lightning: Tang Qiuda: Beijinghuo Practice Heaven Silver Level. He is rough and arrogant and born with divine power. After practicing the thunder Vajra, he is even more like a tiger's wings. The weapon he used was two iron balls, the left arm iron balls were 563 kilograms, and the right arm iron balls were 784 kilograms, and his strength swept across the army and was invincible.

However, since Tang Shuangcun, who appeared before, belonged to Tangmen Snow Factory, why was the Fenghuo Liantian Gate attacking him at this time? Could it be that Tangmen no longer insisted on dispatching one branch at a time, but came out in full swing and launched a large-scale attack?

All kinds of questions flashed in his mind, just because the current situation could not allow him to think carefully. Tang Qiu laughed wildly, and the two big iron balls were like giant beasts that were buried in life, staring at Yang Zhao and smashing hard. Moreover, in addition to the iron ball itself, the iron chains that are more than ten feet long are also powerful weapons. The iron balls and iron chains complement each other, both hard and soft, and are suitable for both distance and near. The skill of the Tang Sect Silver-level Killing Envoy was indeed extraordinary. Unfortunately, for Yang Zhao, such an attack came too late - half a month later.

At this moment, Yang Zhao, who was in a high altitude, moved and turned around like a willow leaf above Tang Qiu's head. Although the iron chains were intertwined into a net of heaven and earth, even if the iron ball attack was fierce and domineering, it was still like catching wind and shadows, and it could not touch half of the corner of the little prince's clothes. It was like using anti-aircraft cannons to hit mosquitoes. No matter how strong the shells were to destroy, they could not get any mosquitoes. The bitter wind caused by the turbulence of the iron ball and chain has become a new driving force, and continues to support Yang Zhao to continue to stay in the air without having to rely on the force.

This is the impermanent wind of the Four Symbols’ mysterious skills! Half a month ago, the little prince had some insights from the ubercenary in the sky while flying in the sky while riding the Black Overlord, and took this opportunity to finally complete the four Symbols’ mysterious skills. The four Symbols of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning are integrated, and their power is further improved. This is also the reason why Yang Zhao could use the Two-Yang Eight Methods without using the Yin and Yang Order.

——As usual, I want to collect, click to click the red ticket dividing line—
Chapter completed!