Becoming A Dragon In A Martial Arts World

  Chapter 102 The terror of the white-haired old man

  After all, he still doesn't understand the heavy weight contained in a dynasty that can stand for thousands of years.

   It’s no wonder that there are countless rich and famous families and high-level teachings. They have such a powerful force, but they never thought of betraying or overthrowing them.

   It’s no wonder that after he gained such a great reputation, those few small sects still supported him, and no big sects came to support him, even secretly.

   It turns out that it's not that I don't want to.

   But can't do it! Don't dare to do it!

   Once you do it, you will either succeed or be lost forever!

   There will never be a day of revival again!

  So, they didn't see a glimmer of hope in him, so how can they support him?

  Five restrictions? Just a joke.

  If it really takes five limits to overthrow it, so many sects and great religions can't gather a power bigger than him?

  Unfortunately, he understood it too late, too late, and too naive...

  Not only have so many like-minded brothers been implicated, but also this beautiful woman who is devoted to him, and perhaps the force behind it-Snake Valley.

  His crime is serious, and he will die.

  At this moment, Zhang Rang seemed to recall what happened half a month ago.

  At that time, everything was still thriving. After several years of accumulation, they finally had a group of brothers whose strength had reached the fifth limit.

   Also successfully bit off two big states from the hands of Da Zhou, and gave refugees from all over the place a stable place to live and everything is going well.

   Just as everyone was discussing how to save the people from the fire and water from Da Zhou.

   That person appeared, the old man with four eyes and white hair appeared, and he arrived with an army of fifty thousand, causing everything to change...

  He claims to be the Lord of the Heavenly Mansion of the Great Zhou, and he is in charge of the strongest force in the entire Great Zhou, clearing away all obstacles in the world for the Emperor of Zhou.

  He is the palace master who is under one person and above ten thousand people.

  At that time, he said that others were too old to see blood flow into rivers, and gave them a chance to surrender on the spot.

  Except for the instigator, the rest can be surrendered to the imperial court.

  But only 50,000 troops appeared near Qingzhou, and at most the scattered soldiers who were already in Qingzhou, it was only 100,000.

  The brothers laughed at such a small force, only 50,000... Oh, no, it is a 100,000 army.

   Even with this little force, you want them to surrender directly?

  How can they stop the rebel army, which claims to have a million troops and 150,000 fighters?

  So, the two did not get along, and began to see the real chapter under their hands.

  At first, they still firmly gained the upper hand, until a few of the brothers appeared based on their own strength and wanted to take the head of the old man among the ten thousand armies.

   At that moment, the old man was gone.

   On his face with two pairs of weird eyes, the eyes that had been closed before slowly opened, and everything changed...

  The power is gone...

right! The power from the warrior disappeared.

  With that old man as the center, within a radius of one kilometer, the extraordinary power of everyone on your side, the powerful power from the warrior...

Disappeared!

  No matter how hard you push it, the power seems to disappear and stays silent in the body, no longer moving, as if you have encountered some great enemy.

  In an instant, the strength of a large number of brothers beyond ordinary people disappeared. The stunned feeling of incompatibility and weakness that hit my heart for a while, and the various arrows on the battlefield took the lives of a large number of brothers in an instant.

It would be easy if it was only one kilometer, but the old man's speed is too fast, almost to the point of ordinary people... No, even a warrior of the seventh limit can only see a series of afterimages, he is like a battlefield erratic Uncertain Phantom.

  Ordinary people who had lost the power of warriors wherever they passed, were cut by some invisible things like straws, and turned into broken bodies and limbs all over the place.

  Ordinary people have no power to resist warriors, unless they are piled to death with infinite manpower.

  But, what about the countless powerful warrior soldiers of the enemy?

  At this moment, without the strength of warriors on one's own side, no matter how many people there are, the number of enemies is not bad, and the situation is reversed in an instant.

  One by one of the formerly powerful fighters on our side lost that power, and were easily slaughtered like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

  In an instant, the millions of troops were leaderless, and the huge army that claimed to overthrow Da Zhou collapsed into sand in an instant, and the good situation suddenly collapsed like a mountain, gone...

   At the last moment, what the white-haired old man with four eyes said calmly, he still vividly remembers:

  What do you think a dynasty can stand for a thousand years?

  Relying on the love and affection of those aristocratic families?

   Joke.

  Aristocratic family? A powerful man?

  It’s just a dog raised by my Da Zhou, if it doesn’t obey, just change it.

  …

   "Boss, boss, there are two big forks ahead, which side are we going to choose?"

   While absent-minded, Zhang Rang's memory was interrupted by a young man's question, and he raised his head to speak.

   As a result, there was another itching and tingling pain in his chest, and what Zhang Rang wanted to say turned into a violent cough. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and couldn't speak.

   "Leader, don't talk, your wound is very serious." The woman next to her said worriedly, and she pressed the man's chest tightly with her bare hand, where it was dark red.

   That was the wound that pierced through him when he was hit by the four-eyed old man before. If he hadn't broken through to the seventh limit, he would have died in that instant.

   But even so, if he doesn't get timely medical treatment, he may die soon.

  Thinking of this, the woman also had a sad expression on her face.

  Snake woman... No, maybe the woman who should be called Zhou Qingqing said, "Xiaohu, where are the two sides going?"

  The one she called Xiaohu was a boy with a slightly immature face, and he was also the boy who asked about it just now.

   He was picked up by Zhang Rang from a small place suffering from famine a few years ago.

   "Report to mother-in-law, the one on the left is the Broken Dragon Mountains, and the one on the right is Pingzhou."

   "Let's go, let's go to the Broken Dragon Mountain Range!"

  Zhou Qingqing just thought for a while before deciding on the direction of escape.

  As for why she chose this somewhat familiar mountain range, perhaps she also had a faint and unrealizable delusion in her heart.

  Dragon Dragon Mountain Range, ah Broken Dragon Mountain Range, is also the place where dragon species first appeared.

  Even though the mysterious and suspiciously dragon-like creature has left now, she still holds a faint hope.

  …

   Half a month later, the river flows into the sea.

  A serpent with wings covering the sky and the sun flew here from above the sea.

  Looking at the lush dense forest in the distance below, as well as the ever-flowing river and the clear sea.

  Bai Chuan also smiled knowingly in his heart, he didn't know why he was smiling, he just felt that looking at this familiar place before, his heart spontaneously became happy.

   It was as if the student who had traveled far away returned to his hometown, even if he only stayed here for a short month.

  Maybe he still has a little nostalgic habit.

  He lowered the height again and slowly fell to the ground.

  Accompanied by a slight vibration on the ground, he once again set foot on this familiar land.

  Bai Chuan raised the head of the faucet, and at this moment he was not in a hurry to leave, just looking around, trying to find the traces left by him before.

  Unfortunately, after some searching, maybe he was too cautious at the beginning. He couldn't find a trace of his existence at all, and even the lair he left behind had disappeared.

  Sighed slowly, it was the first time that Bai Chuan felt the time flow on him so clearly.

   Now that there's nothing familiar left, it's time to hit the road again...

  (end of this chapter)