Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 201 Falling from the Sky!

He stopped on the scarred mountain path in the rift valley, rubbing the nine-ring mountain-shaking hammer at his waist with his cracked knuckles. Six pairs of black steel rings had been broken, and the remaining buckles were like the sharp teeth of a giant beast. A few pieces of dark blue scales were embedded in the gnarled chopping marks on the hammer head, shining coldly in the twilight.

The team behind him twisted in the twilight like a dying python.

Twelve rangers on the left and right sides carried two-meter-long sabers on their backs, dark red blood scabs seeping out from under their black iron armor. An octogenarian in the middle was leaning on a dove-shaped staff, and he had to press the festering wound on his waist to catch his breath every three steps; the woman at the end was holding a sleeping child in her arms.

Except for the crisp sound of straw sandals crushing gravel, the entire team was heart-wrenchingly silent.

Even the three-year-old child was clinging to his coarse cloth tightly, and only when the mountain wind blew through the tattered armor would it bring up a few whimpering sounds of iron pieces colliding.

Fu Jin looked back and sighed inwardly. He should have gone to Qingzhou Shenbing Ridge regardless of everything, but now he had become the backbone of this team without knowing when.

I hope, I hope that the disciples of the Giant Kite Team of Tiangong Cave can pass the message back, and someone from inside the sect will come to support us.

The next moment, Fu Jin dismissed the idea.

Today, except for the three core states of Jiuyao Sect, most of the rest of Yanbei Road is controlled by Daqian, and even Yanbei City is in danger.

When the last ray of sunset was swallowed by the depth of the rift valley, the crisp sound of dead branches breaking suddenly came from somewhere. The cold light of twenty sabers drawn out at the same time awakened the ghost-faced bats sleeping on the rock wall.

Fu Jin had already taken off the two hammers hanging from his waist at the moment the dead branch broke with a crisp sound.

The Nine-Ring Mountain-Shaking Hammer suddenly made a buzzing sound as his wrist trembled slightly, and the bulging veins on Fu Jin's knuckles creaked under the pressure of the hammer handle.

The cold light of twenty unsheathed sabers startled the night owls living in the crevices of the rocks.

Fu Jin did not raise his two hammers, but instead hung them at his sides, swaying slightly. The criss-crossing marks on the hammer heads just covered the throat and heart.

"General Lu's serpentine sword was half an inch slower."

Fu Jin stared at the figure in black armor walking out of the fog. The three claw marks on the other's left cheek glowed dark red in the twilight, and there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Back when we were at Xuanyue Sect in Cangwu Mountain, the sword in your hand could pierce through triple rhinoceros armor, but today it seems a bit weaker."

The mechanism under Lu Zhaoyang's black iron wrist guard made a slight sound, and seven tungsten steel chains with barbs shot out from the rock walls on both sides. The ends of the chains were not the flying claws commonly seen in the martial arts world, but the armor-piercing cones in standard military equipment.

He took off his scarlet cloak and threw it on the rubble, revealing the imperially bestowed Bi'an pattern on his chest. He looked at Fu Jin, whose face was weathered and who had not slept for days and nights.

"Brother Fu, I haven't seen you for many years. I thought you had died in Shenbing Ridge. When I passed by a few years ago, I went to pay my respects to you."

A smile appeared on Fu Jin's face: "You are wrong to be emotional. I am alive and well."

Lu Zhaoyang laughed silently, shook his head slightly, and his expression quickly turned cold.

"Brother Fu, Daqian has promulgated a law prohibiting the use of weapons within its territory, forbidding civilians from possessing any weapon. The only way out for warriors like us is to join the Daqian network, which is the only way to survive.

If Brother Fu is willing to hand over the pair of mountain-shaking hammers, he will be given the position of Luowang Commander."

The Nine-Ring Hammer suddenly rose up, and the broken hammer head brushed past Lu Zhaoyang's ear, creating spider-web-like cracks on the granite three feet away.

Fu Jin retreated half a step and pulled into a horse stance. The handle of his hammer creaked under the weight of the force exerted. "So you massacred every martial artist in the seven states? You even counted an eighty-year-old woman's foot binding as a weapon?"

Lu Zhaoyang dodged the hammer head and moved sideways.

The cold light of the snake-shaped sword when it was unsheathed was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and it came close to the body in an instant.

As Lu Zhaoyang stepped forward, the slight limp in his left leg caused Fu Jin's pupils to shrink. He suddenly remembered the scars Lu Zhaoyang had left on his body when they had hunted down a pair of bandits together. The sword and hammer clashed in an instant.

The sparks from the sword's edge scraping against the hammer's handle illuminated the bloodshot at the corners of his eyes. "The 'Memorandum on the Prohibition of Weapons' personally approved by the Great Qian Emperor clearly states that for every sharp blade the people collect, one battalion of soldiers will be spared from dying on the frontier! The world will be more peaceful!"

Fu Jin curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

"Since when did you, Lu Zhaoyang, become a Daqian lackey? You speak so confidently."

"Brother Fu, a wise bird chooses its tree to roost in, and a wise man knows the times. The current Great Zhou Demon Emperor has harmed countless people. Now Daqian has come to cleanse the world and eliminate the demons. This is what I wish for!"

The next moment, when Lu Zhaoyang's snake-shaped sword was stuck in the crack of the hammer handle, Fu Jin suddenly let go and dropped the hammer.

The nine-ring mountain-shaking hammer, stained with blood and rust, fell to the ground, but his calloused right hand was like a poisonous dragon emerging from a cave, and two fingers accurately pierced into the Huantiao acupoint on the opponent's left leg where there was an old injury. The secret door left by the wolf-tooth arrow years ago was known to only the two of them in the world.

General Xuanjia groaned and knelt on one knee. Fu Jin turned around to catch the falling hammer. The remaining barb on the hammer head was against Lu Zhaoyang's throat.

Twenty steps away, the bodies of six rangers lay in a pool of blood. They kept their sabers held horizontally until their death. The remaining rangers were still roaring and fighting with their swords in hand with the black-armored Daqian.

"It seems I haven't completely forgotten the seven Broken Blade Styles you taught me."

Fu Jin panted heavily and tore off half of his torn clothes, then tied the mountain-shaking hammer to the palm of his right hand.

Without any hesitation, he fell on Lu Zhaoyang's head.

clang!
A huge axe came flying from the depths of the forest, chopping down several trees that were as thick as a man's embrace.

When the tungsten steel axe blade split the air wave, Fu Jin had already raised his arms to hold up the mountain-shaking hammer.

The collision of the two weapons produced a dull thud like a meteorite falling to the ground. The muscles in Fu Jin's arms instantly bulged into green python-like veins, the linen wrist guards shattered into pieces, the remaining steel rings of the Nine Rings suddenly exploded collectively, and the Mountain-Shaking Hammer emitted a dying hum.

The hammer handle bent into a ferocious arc under the weight of the axe blade, and the 120-jin black steel was shaken out of his hand and flew across the ground. It broke three rock pillars along the way and then embedded itself into the mountain wall with a bang. The cracks on the hammer head tore through the night sky like lightning.

Fu Jin staggered back seven steps, his back plowing a half-foot groove in the rock wall.

The black blood that surged up from his throat mixed with fragments of internal organs splattered all over the ground.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the huge Xuanhua axe wrapped with an iron chain was stuck in the rock ten steps away.

The giant standing at the end of the axe handle was only wearing half of his body armor. The muscles on his exposed right shoulder were twisted like the roots of an old tree, and every muscle made a trembling sound like a taut bowstring when it contracted.

When he landed on the axe handle, the gravel within a radius of three meters suddenly jumped up half an inch.

"Damn it, you've delayed me for so many things."

Tuoba Lie looked at Lu Zhaoyang who was lying on the ground and trying to struggle to get up, spat at his mouth, and muttered in his voice.

"I don't know what His Majesty was thinking, recruiting these warriors who are as weak as chickens."

He slowly stood up and looked at Fu Jin, who had completely lost his fighting ability, with a curled lip. Just as the Xuanhua giant axe in his hand was about to fall, his expression suddenly changed.

Look up at the sky above your head.

A sharp roar suddenly exploded from above, and a red figure like a meteor was seen falling rapidly downwards.

(End of this chapter)