ask the world

The long river of air above his head was approaching, and Yang Wenfeng was fascinated by the surging and then condensed power of the flying fairy in his body. He knew that this was the last thing his mother left him, and in a sense it was also his body. Another way of being a mother.

Yang Wenfeng touched his still-pained chest and muttered to himself: "Mother, don't worry, Erlang is sensible now, you wait for Erlang, and one day Erlang will reunite our family."

At this moment, the river of luck was approaching Yang Wenfeng's head. If it flowed down like this, let alone Yang Wenfeng who had no cultivation base, even a first-rank expert might not be able to survive.

This luck is the most wonderful and mysterious thing in this world. State-owned luck and people also have luck, but whether this kind of luck really exists has always been considered an unknown number in the dark. Now it seems that Not only does it really exist, but this martial artist actually has the means to use it.

In fact, although Yang Wenfeng is not angry, he has nothing to do with this long river of luck at the moment. The princess's sword soul has disappeared, and the methods in the Yang family have been covered up. Now he can only rely on him, Yang Wenfeng, but what can he do alone? ?

Logically speaking, he can't do anything, he can only wait to be drowned by this river of luck, and to die, but for some reason, Yang Wenfeng's heart becomes calmer and calmer as the martial luck gets closer to him. It seems that this lucky river will not cause him any harm.

"Sure..." Yang Wenfeng raised his head and said softly when the turbulent river poured into Yang Wenfeng's head. He didn't know why he was so sure, but he always felt that as long as he thought about it, the river of luck would be real. There is nothing he can do about it.

Yang Wenfeng opened his mouth to astonish the sky, and he actually fixed the rolling river in the sky above his head, with huge waves above his head, and those water splashes seemed to splash on his face, and there was roaring water in his ears. There was a sound, but the big river just couldn't pour it down, and it was rigidly fixed in the air as if it was still.

"How is it possible? The long river of luck has no effect. How is this possible? Could it be that your luck alone is stronger than that of my Emperor Wu's family?" Obviously no one could understand such a scene. The voice appeared again, this time full of shock, as if feeling that everything in front of him was too inconceivable.

"No, if you have this luck, how could you be born into the Yang family? I can't see a trace of luck in you. By the way, you, you are a waste without a trace of luck. Hahaha, no wonder, no wonder This long river of luck can't help you, a useless person with no luck at all, I have treated you as an enemy all these years," the voice in the air suddenly laughed after a slight pause, Yang Wenfeng was neither happy nor sad for the words of the prince of the Wu family In his cognition, the theory of luck is elusive and impermanent, and Yang Wenfeng absolutely does not believe that it can determine the downfall of a dynasty and his personal fate.

"Boy, it doesn't matter what kind of martial arts prince you are, but since you violated the agreement with that old fellow Yang Ji, you can't just leave. How about this? This martial arts family has such strong luck, it doesn't matter if you lose a few points," Just when the turbulent river luck was on top of Yang Wenfeng's head, another lazy voice came from the sky and the earth. This voice sounded like a middle-aged man's voice, and just after the words were finished, a sword light suddenly gushed out from the distant sky .

Stabbing Ling Ling, a knife light came from the distant sky, the light of the knife was silent, but everything it went was instantly wiped out like a bubble meeting a flame, and in an instant the whole world was under this light of the knife Being completely torn apart, the knife that destroys the world is really the knife that destroys the world.

The knife came in an instant, and before Yang Wenfeng had time to react, the light of the knife passed in front of him, and for a moment his soul seemed to be forced out of his body by the momentum carried by the light of the knife. It seems that this sword was not aimed at him, but some of the swords still protected him, otherwise the sword energy alone would be enough to kill tens of thousands of Yang Wenlang.

A knife was drawn across the front of the body and slashed towards the long river of qi luck, the long river was cut off with a knife, and the water did not flow when the knife was drawn. After such a slash, the luck seemed to be burned to the ground, and it was really completely cut off. There was no trace left behind, and after this knife cut off the long river of Wu family's luck, the world also collapsed.

Yang Wenfeng opened his eyes with cold sweat all over his face. In front of him was the first floor of the Yang family's underground tower, and there were still swords, guns, and knives in front of him. The only difference was that the original brilliance of the long white sword had been completely annihilated, and even the deep part above the hilt The green gem was also torn apart, as if the entire sword had lost its soul.

Yang Wenfeng held the sword hilt in his hand and felt the power of flying immortals condensed in his dantian's sea of ​​energy. The seeds hadn't moved for a long time, Wuchen was already soulless, what that meant was self-evident, what happened just now was like a big dream, although it was cruel, but if it was It would be great if it was a dream, but Yang Wenfeng now feels the changes in himself and knows that everything is not a dream, his mother died in person, so will there be a day of goodbye?

Yang Wenfeng held the hilt of the sword for a long time and did not move. This day he has been holding the long sword that is now almost scrap iron in silence.

On this day, a major event happened on the Jiulong Mountain in the north of Yuling. The asymptomatic earth dragon turned over and caused the entire Jiulong Mountain to become a mess. One of the imperial mausoleums collapsed because of this, and there was a lot of discussion in the Yuling Mausoleum for a while, saying that this was a vision from the sky, which meant that something big was about to happen.

On this day, Tianyuan King Yang and his son, who were thousands of miles away from Yuling, climbed the mountain and looked north for a long time in silence. The cool wind blew across the battlefield, and King Yang's white hair was blowing in the wind. He closed his eyes slightly, and his face was indescribably desolate. .

"Father, why didn't you bring Erlang with you when you left Yuling this time? I'm afraid it's because he is left alone in Yuling now..." Yang Yan, who was as handsome as jade, didn't continue to speak.

"Yan'er, in my whole life, I think that I am worthy of the people of Tianyuan, and I also live up to his Wu family. The two of you brothers are tired of me. Let's say that you have fulfilled your filial piety in advance, but your mother has never done anything since I coaxed you into the Yang Mansion. I didn’t live a single day of comfortable life. I owe her all my life. The only thing she owes me is that she left earlier than me, but now it seems that even if she left, I couldn’t let her stay below. Peaceful." The white-haired King Yang looked at the direction of the Yang Mansion in a daze, with an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

"Everyone in the world thinks that my Yang family is second only to the Wu family in the Tianyuan Kingdom. I, Yang Jike, do not kneel when I enter the palace. I can scold and insult anyone who doesn't like me in the court hall. But did the world know that? , It is this great reputation that is the most painful thing in the world. You may not be able to understand these things when you are young, but you are the son of the Yang family, and one day you will inherit this family business. I will tell you this today as a father I just want you to be mentally prepared, this King Yang is not so easy to be." Yang Wang turned his head to look at the eldest son who could almost stand side by side with him and said earnestly.

These years, he has basically let these two children choose their future path and seldom intervenes. He said that the two are his sons. Do you feel sorry for your son? When you see your son suffering, is there another time when you don't feel ashamed?

"Your brother's heart is different from ordinary people since he was a child. Over the years, I know that he actually hates me because of your mother. He didn't even call me daddy. I don't blame him for this. He even has some hopes in his heart. I hope that he can really be a wealthy and idle person, but you see, he still came back from the rivers and lakes, and he is doomed to face this dirty world and the mountain of bloody corpses. To be honest, when I saw that on the Yinyang Tower When I was a boy in ragged clothes, I wanted to slap myself twice. What kind of shit did I do to let my son suffer such a crime, but when I saw him, I didn’t say anything, because I knew that he had grown up. It’s too big.” Feng Zhong sighed a little more, at first he only hated the lack of wealth, but now he is annoyed by the abundance of wealth, it is true that the world is impermanent.