Fu Qingyang swooped down from the top of the city. At this moment, he vaguely merged with the Jade Dragon Sword, so that he disappeared in the eyes of the soldiers in the audience, leaving only that stunning light.
The sword energy contained in the Jade Dragon Sword was so powerful that it distorted the surrounding air, causing ripples to appear around the swooping Yang body that would be caused by meteors rubbing the air.
The eight-armed Tuoba Guanghe faced the sword light that seemed to be able to open up the world. His four pairs of palms suddenly closed and clamped Chang Ce's sword.
He was shocked to find that Yang Ce's power was incomparable, and he felt that it was difficult to compete with him.
Fu Qingyang forced Tuoba Guanghe down and landed with a weak roar.
He still maintained his diagonal flying posture, as if he had transformed into a flying sword, sliding back against Tuoba Guanghe.
"Tuoba Guanghe's military boots were torn apart, and his black feet with a metallic luster were like iron shapes, making two deep marks on the blood-soaked official road.
The two of them advanced and retreated, sliding dozens of feet away.
One of Tuoba Guanghe's palms was dripping with blood from the wound, and the skin was torn. The tip of the sword stabbed his chest bit by bit. Although the tough skin was not broken, the sting was real.
Tuoba Guanghe's pupils lit up with scarlet runes, trying to influence the opponent's will through "bewitchment", but as soon as the runes lit up, a deafening drum sound came from his ears.
The newly formed runes collapsed instantly, and he felt evasive, timid, and damaged in fighting spirit.
Tuoba Guanghe realized that it was not Yang Ce who had become stronger, but that he had become weaker. The sound of the drum was so shocking that it not only frightened the spirit and eliminated the will to fight, but also affected the operation of spiritual power and substantially weakened the fighting power.
After Tuoba Guanghe entered the realm of the Grand Master, he abandoned most of the spells he had learned in the past, because in his opinion, any spell attack could not be his full blow in the form of a powerful three-headed clothed arm body.
There are too many so-called secret arts in the world, but in the final analysis, there is no escape from the word "power".
From the perspective of a peerless master like him, there is no such thing as a thousand pounds in the world. From ancient times to the present, any monk he met who was looking for strength would only believe in Qin Yili's surrender to the Ten Clubs.
It’s just that the form is different!
Therefore, Master, cultivating the physical body is the glorious path that Tuoba Guanghe believes in. Let him be strong, and I will defeat all laws with my strength!
The muscles all over his body bulged and veins popped out. Tuoba Guanghe suddenly released his four pairs of palms and allowed the Chang sword, which contained abundant sword energy, to press against the skin and penetrate three inches into the flesh.
He roared deeply and slapped the spine of his sword with all eight palms.
"Crack!" Fu Qingyang had been accompanying Fu Qingyang for a while, and the Jade Dragon Sword grabbed hold of the enemy's weapon. The moment Tuoba Guanghe stepped forward, the ground shook with a thud.
The eight hands were clenched into fists, either uppercuts or straight thrusts. The cannon fist or divine fist enveloped Fu Qingyang. The eight fists punched into the air at the same time, causing a harsh and loud sound to explode in the void.
Fu Qingyang had an insight into the enemy's thoughts at the moment when his sword broke. He seemingly narrowly avoided it and struck with eight punches.
In fact, it is all expected and inevitable. Although Yanshi's melee ability is not as good as that of the ancient God of War, the gods of heaven and earth, and the ants lying on the ground, but as a profession with high output and low defense, how can he match it with no life-saving means? A thick-skinned professional who engages in melee combat….
Fu Qingyang swept back more than ten meters, swiped his hands in the air, and threw half-armed flying swords into the air, and then he popped them out one by one.
“Boohoo…..
The flying swords criss-crossed and shot at the enemy in different directions. Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms appeared with illusory weapons, and he swung the weapons tightly. The sound of "ding-ding" was heard endlessly, knocking away the flying swords that were interspersed.
Fu Qingyang leaped into the air and spun sideways, accumulating one point of strength with each turn. The six half-armed flying swords flew back on their own and connected at the end to form a three-meter-long whip.
With a whip, Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms were thrown towards the sky.
The sword energy contained in each sword whip disintegrated and disintegrated into sword rain, creating dense raindrops on Tuoba Guanghe's head, face and shoulders, and releasing blood beads one by one.
Tuoba Guanghe puffed up his cheeks and spit out a large thick thick fog. With his status, the fog can cover a hundred miles in radius, and the entire country can be included in it. Ordinary strong winds can't even think of blowing it away and spreading over hundreds of miles. of heavy fog.
During the siege, Tuoba Guanghe did not take the initiative to swallow the thick fog, because the thick fog at the Grand Master level has the ability to blind the five senses, induce hallucinations, and have slight toxins. These effects are indistinguishable from each other.
Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the Mist Lord will be affected.
Now, there was no need to worry about it. The long and thick fog quickly spread, rushing towards the wilderness and the city wall.
Suddenly, there was a sound like a rushing torrent, and a large river appeared outside the city. The water gathered into a river, and the river surged, setting off huge waves that were higher than the city wall.
Fu Qingyang held a seal as black as ink and stood motionless in the turbulent waves. The river dispersed the thick fog and made it float on the water.
The Fog Lord's abilities such as teleportation and transformation in the agricultural fog suddenly became useless. .
Tuoba Guanghe flew high, with his feet in the void, looking down at Fu Qingyang in the water with gloomy eyes, but he was helpless.
The prop in Fu Qingyang's hand is Cai Qinhe's Hebo Seal, which has rules similar to those of Dao County.
This item can show its true strength in the hands of the water ghost, and it is more than enough for him to restrain the thick fog.
"I thought that if you were a coward, I would have nothing to do with you." Tuoba Guanghe plunged into the water!
Not long after, there was a loud thunder-like sound in the water, and the turbid waves emptied and rolled back dozens of feet. It seemed that another quarter of an hour had passed in the entire river. The thick fog that filled the city and outside the city dispersed, and the water level also dropped rapidly. The two masters withdrew their domains at the same time. Although Tuoba Guanghe was helpless, Fu Qingyang's flying sword, swordsmanship, and sword energy were also disturbed underwater and could not exert their full power.
The two sides fought again on the muddy official road, abandoning fancy skills and props, fighting for their lives in close combat, roaring in the wilderness with Tuoba's brilliant fist power, and occasionally hitting the city wall with a punch, causing exaggerated cracks, Fu Qingyang said The same is true for the sword energy. The scattered sword energy slashed the city wall, and rocks rolled down.
There was no one at the top of the city. The defenders had withdrawn to the bottom of the city. They had suffered large numbers of deaths in the thick fog, and then were affected by the battle between the two men, causing many casualties.
In the end, Tuoba Guanghe used his bewitching eyes to cause the soldiers to go crazy collectively.
The real fight between gods brings disaster to Chiyu!
During this process, Zhang Yuanqing kept beating the drum. Only by keeping the drum beating could the battle continue and be fought.
After knocking Yang Ce away with a powerful punch, Tuoba Guanghe pinched the blood on his chest, and his voice was filled with contempt. Swordsmen pay attention to quick battles. Once they get into a hard fight, they lose their sharpness and their edge. ….
"Your sword energy has declined. Even if Yang Ce helps me with drums, you can't kill me! And I can easily kill you."
When Qingyang was weak and strong, the opponent was an ancient war god with endless power. Even if the drum beat was suppressed and he was no longer at his peak, it would be extremely difficult to defeat and kill him. This was the ninth-level master.
The higher the level, the more difficult it is to skip a level, not to mention that level nine is already close to the ceiling for spiritual practitioners.
Tuoba Guanghe ran wildly and charged towards Fu Qingyang. The simple and unsophisticated attack method gave the character the feeling of facing a thousands-strong stormtroopers.
If he were in any other profession, he would definitely choose to dodge and give in, not daring to face his sharp edge, but Fu Qingyang insisted on confronting him head-on. He would not allow himself to back down, and it would not be Fu Qingyang who backed down.
Fu Qingyang squeezed the sword skills with both hands, and the flying swords whizzed in, connected end to end, forming a straight line.
Tuoba Guanghe hit the tip of the sword with his head, and at this moment, the drum beat suddenly stopped.
At the top of the city, Zhang Yuan's Qingyintang turned black, and a faint aura of decay condensed on his forehead. His breath dropped rapidly, his energy and blood were weak, his armpits were sweating, his body was stinky, and he was in decline!
With a tired look, his price appeared.
Bang bang!
The flying swords broke one after another, and the magic weapon, which was as sharp as iron as mud, could not pierce the forehead bone of the first warrior in the Northern Dynasty.
Tuoba Guanghe, whose aura was soaring, advanced bravely, and instantly reached Fu Qingyang. He punched out and the air exploded.
The sudden turn of events caught Fu Qingyang off guard. He hurriedly gathered his sword energy and focused on his fingertips to attack the incoming fist.
There was a loud noise, and the shock wave spread devastatingly, shaking the city wall to cracks and tremble.
The sword pointed at Qingyang who exploded into minced flesh and flew backwards, his arms unable to stretch.
The punch just now not only shattered his arms, but the force of the punch penetrated his body and shocked his heart.
How could Tuoba Guanghe let go of this flaw? Murderous intent and excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes, turning into a black shadow, following him like a shadow, and he was about to take advantage of the opportunity to take Yang Ce's life.
"Boom!"
The drums sounded again.
Tuoba Guanghe's spiritual power stagnated for a moment, blood surged in his chest, and the rhythm of his attack was suddenly interrupted.
Fu Qingyang flipped in the air, stabilized his body, grabbed three tubes of life source fluid from the inventory, and swallowed it directly with broken steel gutta-percha mixed with broken glass.
The arms clicked, bones connected, and flesh and blood regenerated.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The drum beat loudly at the top of the city, shaking for dozens of miles. The emperor who was beating the drum was bleeding from all his orifices. Thick blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth and hung on his chest and abdomen.
"Can you persist?" Fu Qingyang asked while pulling away.
Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache, so he forced it out after hearing this. An ugly and distorted smile shouted, "As I said, the emperor will guard the country, and the king will die in the country. You have no joke!"
Qingyang said: "Okay! Kill him within half an hour!"
As he spoke, he raised his hands and pressed them down.
Tuoba Guanghe sneered: "No matter how many soldiers there are, what's the point for us at our level!"
He suddenly shut up.
The figures of four people came out of the hollow, including the woman wearing a gorgeous red dress holding a pot, the cold beauty wearing a black gauze skirt, the strong man with dark red hair and a green robe, and the dark man wearing a strange outfit. things.
Four master-level soldiers, Fu Qingyang gently exhaled a mouthful of sword energy, "Tuoba, six masters join forces, you deserve to die."
The first half was just a warm-up and delaying time. He had been waiting for the three masters to resolve the corpse curse.
Although the national master's spell is powerful, it is only a single spell. The caster is dead and the power will gradually weaken. Moreover, those who are cursed are all dominant powers. It is only a matter of time before the powerful force resolves the spell.
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