Most cultivators are good at soul attack and defense.
What's more, Li Yu also practices the 'Three Soul Styles'. Even if the other party is really malicious, he is not afraid at all.
"Then let's start!"
As Nan Yanwu said, his feet left the ground and floated in mid-air. Then his solid body gradually disappeared and turned into a ball. Black fog.
Li Yu's spiritual sense penetrated into the black mist and began to quickly look through his memories.
Nan Yanwu was only 40 years old when he died. His mid-level strength as a great martial artist was similar to that of Zhou Mei.
Judging from his age, he can definitely be regarded as a rare genius in Xue Yan Kingdom.
Nan Yanwu’s early experiences were not many or complicated, but many of them were incomplete.
Li Yu flipped through the memories very quickly and quickly selected three valuable memories.
Nan Yanwu was born in the ‘Nan Family’ in Xueyan City, which was considered a relatively large family. His father is a famous fighter and has the strength of a mid-level warrior.
Because of his wealthy family, he received very good educational resources since he was a child, and also entered the Demonic Martial Arts Academy in Xueyan City.
In Nan Yanwu’s memory, the first 28 years of his life were monotonous and boring.
There is only cultivation, endless cultivation.
He has excellent talent and practices like crazy, so he advances quickly.
At the age of 28, Nan Yanwu became a strong middle-level martial artist.
At that time, the country of Xueyan was suffering from internal and external troubles.
Several countries bordering Xueyen Kingdom have successively invaded the territory of Xueyen Kingdom. Instead of resisting, the vassal kings from various places who were supposed to be loyal to the king took the opportunity to rebel and cause chaos.
The entire Xueyan Kingdom was plunged into war, with wars happening everywhere and people dying every day.
Hunger, plague, bandits and bandits are constantly ravaging this land, leaving people displaced and living in dire straits.
Xueyan City did not remain immune to the war, and the war soon spread here.
The Nan family collapsed in the storm, and the clan members fled Xueyan City and dispersed throughout the country. Nan Yanwu's parents also died in this disaster.
In troubled times, heroes must emerge.
Countless warriors with righteous hearts chose to join the army at this time and use their own strength to save the kingdom in danger.
It was in the army that Nan Yanwu met Liu Hanfeng.
At that time, Liu Hanfeng was only nineteen years old, but he was already at the peak of martial arts.
He is extremely handsome, with starry eyes, sharp eyebrows, a strong nose, and a sharp face full of perseverance, but there is always sadness and sadness in his big bright eyes.
Liu Hanfeng was powerful, calm-minded and wise, and soon gained high prestige in the army.
One gameThe baptism of war of blood and fire allowed like-minded yet immature warriors to grow up rapidly.
The feelings between people also transcend life and death.
The protracted war lasted for three years. The invading forces were expelled from the country, and the rebellion of the feudal lord was put down.
The kingdom ushered in long-lost peace and development. At the celebration banquet held in the palace, amid the congratulations of the civil and military officials of the dynasty, His Majesty the Emperor personally witnessed that both of them were brothers with different surnames.
Liu Hanfeng is the youngest, and Nan Yanwu is the second brother.
As for their eldest brother, Nan Yanwu did not mention it in his broken memory. He only knew that he was a magician.
In the second memory, Liu Hanfeng was already 30 years old.
Time has made his face no longer immature, becoming more mature and charming.
Liu Hanfeng was tired of his military career and resigned two years ago.
He, his wife, and several brothers who were born and died together founded the Blood Rose Mercenary Group.
My wife likes roses, especially red roses that are as red as blood.
In the picture, Liu Hanfeng's eyes no longer contain sadness and sorrow, but only endless tenderness and love.
Nan Yanwu rode quietly on his horse, guarding the carriage behind him. There were his brothers, younger siblings and their unborn children.
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Nan Yanwu's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, but his heart had never been so peaceful.
Accidents always happen unexpectedly.
The strong wind was raging, black mist swept across the entire mercenary group, and the surrounding sky quickly dimmed.
"Huh?"
Liu Hanfeng in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes, looking through the curtains and landing on the black mist.
He glanced at his wife, who was leaning against the car wall and dozing slightly, gently opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.
After he left, the carriage was enveloped in a milky white halo, apparently activating the protective circle.
"Who dares to cause trouble here!"
Liu Hanfeng's voice was cold, and his powerful momentum made the black mist freeze for a while.
The black mist condensed into faces that were wailing in pain, and they rushed towards him ferociously.
"Humph!"
Liu Hanfeng snorted coldly, and his body suddenly shone brightly.
The light was like substance. He was holding a long sword and his whole body actually jumped up.
"Secret Skill: Split the Sky!"
Boom!
The sharp sword light descended from the sky, splitting the sky and tearing apart the gray sky.
The warm sunshine fell again, and the earth returned to light.
If it were not for the carriage, there would be a line nearly a hundred meters long.The crack seemed like nothing happened just now.
After Liu Hanfeng landed, he frowned and said nothing.
"Cold wind", Nan Yanwu shouted softly.
Liu Hanfeng raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes full of worry.
"Brother Wu, in the past six months, the devil has been out and about more and more frequently. Alas..."
Liu Hanfeng looked at the carriage worriedly and sighed: "I hope Xiang'er Come back this time, everything will go well!"
The second memory ends here.
Li Yu frowned, "What is that black mist? Why is the evil aura so strong on it?"
"Also, Liu Hanfeng is so strong, I'm afraid he has touched Reaching the threshold of King Wu. No wonder Song Chonglou said that he could definitely break through to the realm of King Wu."
He thought in his mind, but his spiritual consciousness began to check the last memory.
Sunset and dusk.
On the quiet long street of the town, a group of cavalry was escorting a carriage slowly.
Countless corpses were lying on both sides of the street. Blood flowed from the corpses and formed a small river, flooding the entire street.
There were raging fires burning in the shops on both sides of the long street.
The entire town fell into deathly silence, with only the crackling sound of fire and the popping sound of the air inside the body as it burned.
The town has no smoke, no cocks and dogs, and no "live" atmosphere at all.
There were dead people everywhere, with internal organs, heads, and limbs scattered everywhere.
Bai Huahua’s brains mixed with bright red blood soaked into the mud beneath his feet, making the whole street red and white.
This is a Shura field.
The cavalry walked through the streets. The knights covered their mouths and noses, suppressing the discomfort that kept rolling in their stomachs.
Having wandered on the edge of life and death for many years, they found it difficult to remain calm when they saw this miserable scene.