In the dark night, humans and monsters were fighting head-on, and the battle was so tragic.
Because Chang Yu sacrificed his life to protect him, Li Ziye, who was lucky enough to escape death, forced himself to use the Holy Fighting Technique that he had not yet mastered. His clothes were stained with blood, and his combat power increased several times in a short period of time.
The sword that shocked everyone was so stunning that the strong men above the third realm of all the forces felt this unusual aura and looked over one after another.
I saw blood mist spraying out all over Li Ziye, and the true energy that exceeded the limits of his body surged in his meridians. While giving Li Ziye powerful strength, it also constantly backfired on his body.
"Sage Fighting!"
In the distance, Yan Xiaoyu and Fahai's expressions froze when they saw the blood-stained young man on the Confucian battlefield.
The big demon came close, and Yan Xiaoyu sent the big demon flying away with a palm. The waves in his heart were uncontrollable.
In less than a year, the legitimate son of the Li family has grown so much.
Just now, he clearly felt a strong threat from the Li family's legitimate son.
He had only felt this feeling before from a few of the most favored men such as Confucian Bai Wangyu and the fourth prince Mu Bai of the Shang Dynasty.
Now, there is another legitimate son of the Li family.
In the Confucian battlefield, everyone looked in shock. Li Ziye killed the big demon with one sword, and blood continued to burst out from his body. Obviously, such a combat power that exceeded the limit could not be maintained for long.
Not far away, Wen Xiuru blocked two big monsters by himself. Even though he had already half-stepped into the third realm, he still hadn't taken the last half step. Facing the two big monsters, the situation was very critical.
However, Wen Xiuru did not dare to retreat, because if he retreated, the senior brother and Chang Yu in the rear would be in danger.
As a last resort, Wen Xiuru's eyes flashed with a dark look, his whole body was full of true energy, and he also wanted to use the Holy Fighting Technique.
"Cultivating Confucianism is not allowed."
At this moment, not far away, Li Ziye, who was covered in blood, stepped forward, raised his hand to stop the former, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are about to break through to the third level, so you can't use this move, otherwise, you will be dead in a short time." We can no longer attack the third realm, leave this place to me."
After saying that, the true energy surged out from Li Ziye's body again, mixed with the dazzling blood mist, and the limit was exceeded.
"Flying Immortal Technique, Three Feet of Frost and Moonlight!"
The pure Jun sharpened its edge, the sword energy soared into the sky, Li Ziye stepped forward, his body was like a shooting star, the sword moved, and the wind and clouds changed.
The sword edge cut through the night sky, like a frosty moon shining on the world, and the extremely powerful sword penetrated directly through the chest of the big demon.
The gushing black blood was bone-chilling. Li Ziye's body was completely soaked with the blood of the monster and his own. Even his hair was covered with blood.
The Flying Immortal Technique that once defeated immortals in retrograde motion has finally shown its astonishing edge today.
Li Ziye, who was performing the Supreme Saint Fighting Technique, had an energy intensity that was infinitely close to the third level. For the first time, he showed the terrifying destructive power of the Flying Immortal Technique to the world.
After killing two great demon queens in a row, Li Ziye's physical strength was severely exhausted, and his body was about to reach the limit of endurance. He staggered on his feet and felt an extreme sense of emptiness in his body.
"Human boy, die!"
At this time, a big demon rushed from behind, its sharp claws pierced the air, the demonic aura surged, and it came mercilessly to kill him.
"Brother Li, be careful!"
Not far away, Wen Xiuru looked shocked when he saw this. He wanted to rush for help, but it was too late.
"Flying Immortal Technique."
When the crisis struck, Li Ziye's figure instantly split into two parts, one on the left and one on the right, and he was uncertain of disillusionment.
"The two swords want to separate from the wind!"
The big demon slapped the air with one claw. When he was shocked, two afterimages passed by at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
"ah!"
The sharp sword penetrated the body, and the miserable cry rang out from the big demon's mouth. At the left rib, Chunjun broke through the steel skin and penetrated directly through his body.
The big demon counterattacked before dying and slapped Li Ziye directly on the chest. Suddenly, his true energy vibrated and blood spattered.
Li Ziye groaned, took a few steps back, and stuck his sword on the ground to stop his retreat.
"Brother Li!"
Wen Xiuru rushed over, stretched out his hand to support the young man in front of him who was almost unsteady, and said urgently, "How are you?"
"It's okay, go help your senior brother."
Li Ziye barely managed to steady his body, stretched out his hand to push the former away, and said in a deep voice. He looked at the Confucian disciples who were fighting bloody battles with monsters on the battlefield in front of him. He suppressed his injuries and rushed forward again.
In the past, it was these gullible fools who tolerated and took care of him. Today, it was his turn to repay the favor.
On the battlefield, around each big demon, several Confucian disciples joined forces to deal with it. The demonic energy and Haoran's righteousness collided, blood splattered, and the battle was extremely tragic.
There are too many big demons, and they appear at the moment when everyone is most tired. Everything looks like a conspiracy.
Among the three forces, the Confucian sect has the strongest combat power, so there are five twelve demon kings, and there is a steady stream of great demons in the third realm. In addition, Chang Yu is injured, causing the strongest disciple Bai Wangyu is unable to participate in the battle, and the situation of the Confucian disciples becomes increasingly precarious.
Outside the battle, there are still big monsters that are constantly breaking through the obstacles of the eight soldiers of Mobei and coming to the battlefield of the three forces.
The three parties have already reached the limit of their endurance. If the war situation cannot be reversed, all the strong men of the younger generation may be buried here.
This time, the young and powerful people who came to Mobei were all the future hopes of all forces. Once they were all buried here, it would be a fatal blow to Confucianism, Buddhism and the Temple of Heaven.
Dashang Palace, Shouan Hall.
The cold winter in the Central Plains is over and spring has arrived.
However, the weather in the capital is still a bit cold.
This spring seems to be much colder than in previous years, and the brazier in the house cannot be removed.
In the Shou'an Hall, the crackling sound of burning charcoal fire kept ringing. Emperor Shang, dressed in regular clothes, sat on the bed, holding a black piece in his hand, quietly watching the chess game in front of him.
Opposite, the eldest prince Mu Yuan accompanied Emperor Shang to play chess, also remaining silent.
After a long time, the sunspot in Emperor Shang's hand fell and he said, "Yuan'er, among so many princes, you are the most like me, but the least like me. Do you know why?"
"My son, I don't know."
Across the chessboard, the eldest prince Mu Yuan shook his head gently and replied.
"Too much tolerance, not enough progress."
Emperor Shang watched the chess game and said calmly, "It's a good thing to be patient, but you also have to know how to make progress. In this regard, you are not as good as Lao San."
"The third brother is both civilized and military. He has always been known as a wise king among the people. The ministers in the court also praised the third brother very highly. The younger ministers are indeed not as good as him." Mu Yuan said with something in mind.
It is a taboo for the people to know the wise king but not the emperor. No emperor can tolerate it, and their suspicious father will not be an exception.
"Wise King? Good thing."
Sure enough, after hearing the words of the eldest son in front of him, Emperor Shang smiled indifferently and said meaningfully, "It shows that your third brother is very popular among the people. Yuan'er, you must learn more from your third brother."
"My son knows how good he is. After all, he is not as capable as his third brother. I am afraid he will live up to his father's expectations." Mu Yuan said softly.
Emperor Shang sneered in his heart and did not say anything more about this matter. He changed the subject and said, "The Southwest Palace sent someone to send a confession, detailing the murder of Princess Qingqing. Unexpectedly, the woman at the wedding that day was indeed When it comes to the transformation of monsters, you are the most innocent person in this matter, but don’t worry, my father will find another suitable marriage for you to make up for it.”
"Thank you, father." Mu Yuan said respectfully.
After the father and son chatted for a few words, they fell silent again and played chess quietly.
On the chessboard, the number of chess pieces continued to increase. After the middle game, Emperor Shang moved his pieces faster and faster, rarely hesitating. In comparison, Mu Yuan had to think for a long time about each move, making it very difficult to make a decision.
At the beginning of the chess game, both sides were just testing each other and making plans. However, once the middle game was over, Black quickly changed his strategy and used a violent attack to suppress White, almost suffocating him.
"My son has lost."
Before the end of the game, Mu Yuan had no choice but to give up the white piece and admit defeat.
"I have said that your character is more tolerant than aggressive. Life is like a chess game. The principles are no different."
Shang Huang put down the black pieces in his hand and said calmly, "Your chess layout has been hidden for so long. Once someone sees it, they will cut off your retreat and not give you a chance to start. All the previous arrangements were in vain.”
"Thank you, father, for your teaching." Mu Yuan said softly.
"Similarly, the same is true for the big chess game of Jiuzhou. Not only must there be a layout, but also one must know how to play first. Only in this way can one control the trend of this big chess game."
Having said this, Emperor Shang looked up at the eldest son in front of him, slightly curved his lips, and said, "Guess, who will win in the end in this round?"
