"Heavenly Fire Comes to the World!" The hot-tempered Gang Leader Duan took the lead in attacking. He opened his arms and rushed forward, and the thick pillar of fire shot straight into the sky.
Pillars of fire bloomed in the night sky, dyeing the clouds with a magnificent red glow, and the entire country was illuminated by the firelight.
Immediately, fireball meteors broke through the clouds and descended on the official road outside the city, the wilderness, and the sky fire came into the world, which was a spectacular sight.
Tuoba Guanghe let the fireball hit him without avoiding it, and said coldly: "It's a small trick."
Occasionally, a fireball would hit him, causing only a black patch of burned skin that would heal within a breath.
It is said that Qingyang's index finger pressed lightly, and Gang Leader Duan, whose body was burning with flames, swooped towards Tuoba Guanghe like a marionette and rose up.
Xiao Yuanshuang drew his hands flatly in the void again, condensing the Fa Zhuo and turning it into a scarecrow in the shape of Gang Leader Duan. He stood on the table, making seals with his hands and lowering his head, mumbling something as if he were entering a temple to worship the Buddha.
The palace master let go of his voice and sang a passionate song, and the flames on Duan Gang's main body suddenly rose.
The muscles in Tuoba Guanghe's back bulged, and the energy rolled into his eight arms, turned into fists, and suddenly exploded.
"boom!"
The eight fists hit the swooping Gang Leader Duan, tearing him into thousands of streams of fire. Gang Leader Duan appeared silently and melted behind Tuoba Guanghe, with his palms attached to the muscle knots, and his inner back glowed with metallic luster. back.
Due to Tuoba's glorious status, he did not notice the enemy attack immediately. Xiao Yuan's blessing behind him covered up the movement of Huo Xing, ensuring that Gang Leader Duan's attack would be successful.
With her dominance level, the success rate of such small details can be guaranteed, but if it involves the outcome of a war, it will definitely be ineffective.
Click, click, white frost condensed on Tuoba Guanghe's back, spreading rapidly.
The master-level firebender's ability can steal both substantial fire and insubstantial fire, the latter representing "temperature."
Gang Leader Duan stole the temperature from Tuoba Guanghe's body and froze the opponent's internal organs. After succeeding, Gang Leader Duan immediately retreated and would never stay with Tuoba Guanghe for a long time.
Although the fire master has strong confidence in close combat, if the enemy is a grand master-level ancient war god, it is a different matter.
"Kaka."
Tuoba Guanghe's body was stiff, and his joints seemed to be filled with lead.
Seizing the opportunity, Fu Qingyang, who was blessed by singing, transformed into a fierce sword light and rushed out, and the sword finger stabbed Tuoba Guanghe's chest.
There was a crisp sound of the hard carapace shattering, and the steel-like muscles burst into spiderweb-like gaps.
Tuoba Guanghe's eyes widened, blood rushing through his veins like a river to dissipate the chill.
At this moment, starlight lit up from behind him.
Princess Yinyao, who had been prepared for a long time, walked out of the starlight, with a deep black smoke-like gloom rising behind her.
Sealed spiritual talismans rushed out of the Yin Qi and stuck on Tuoba Guanghe's back like a rain, accompanied by thunderous drums that just melted away the chill.
The No. 1 warrior in the North, his thinking suddenly became sluggish, as if he had just woken up from a hangover, had a headache, was dizzy, and had difficulty moving.
This feeling is not serious, but it is not light either. After all, the sealing talisman is one of the core abilities of Lingzhuan.
The Bewitched Demon's spiritual strength is quite average, not as powerful as the Void One and the Sun Traveling God.
So it was still affected.
It is said that Qingyang flicked out a blood bead with his fingers, and the blood bead shot towards Xiao Yuan in the air. This was Tuoba Guanghe's blood that he secretly collected in the previous battle.
Madoka stretched out her hand to catch the blood drop and introduced it into the scarecrow, who suddenly turned into a glorious figure.
Then, she picked up the prepared seal with black characters on a yellow background and slapped it on the scarecrow's torso.
The scarecrow raised black flames and trembled non-stop. Tuoba Guanghe, who was in a daze, his body ignited with black flames. He let out a rare low roar of pain, as if he was suffering from severe pain.
"Aha!" Gang Leader Duan shouted, and he formed a ball of blazing white fire with his palm. He flashed in front of Tuoba Guanghe and slapped it hard on the chest!
boom!
The violent explosion blew the ninth-level war god away. The expanding fire was like a miniature nuclear bomb. The mushroom cloud rose to an altitude of 100 meters and the shock wave spread rapidly, flying away the dust soldiers, corpses and weapon fragments left by the war.
Tuoba Guanghe, who had a large area of carbonized chest, instantly got rid of all the negative effects of the "Bloodthirsty Fury" passive skill. After being promoted to the Ancient God of War, he will get a qualitative change.
When receiving a certain degree of damage, it will arouse high fighting spirit and relieve all stun, imprisonment, freezing and other conditions.
Fu Qingyang, Zhisha Guanzhu, Princess Yinyao and Gang Leader Duan all attacked Tuoba Guanghe from four directions at the same time.
Tuoba Guanghe pressed his hand seal to form the dharma form of King Ming, and transformed into a statue as black as ink, with the treasure form solemnly dharma body.
Suddenly, a mud-like substance flowed from the head of the dark ink-like Dharma image. The originally impregnable Dharma image seemed to have been severely polluted and quickly became thinner.
In the distance, the scarecrow in Madoka's hand is covered with a layer of incense ash on its head. This is a method used by evil spirits to ward off evil spirits.
The attacks of the four masters landed on the dharma body, causing it to shake violently, and numerous cracks appeared in the already illusory body.
"Roar!"
Tuoba Guanghe raised his head and roared, the sound waves were deafening, and the city wall a few hundred meters away made a "click" sound and cracks disappeared.
The eardrums of the four masters ruptured at the same time, causing nausea and interference.
Tuoba Guanghe dispersed his Dharma body, and eight arms came out to hold Chuan Qingyang's sword finger with a Chang's sword. The Chang's spear pierced the chest of Gang Leader Duan, and stabbed the palace leader with a Chang's sword. The other four arms smashed Princess Yinyao's body down. , immediately held her wrists and ankles, and exerted force.
There was a tearing sound from Princess Yinyao's limbs, and at this moment, dense threads wrapped around Tuoba Guanghe's hands, feet, and body.
Tuoba Guanghe raised his sword-holding arm and was about to chop when he suddenly saw the beautiful woman's eyes full of spring, her cheeks rosy, and her rosy mouth seemed to be the most touching delicacy in the world.
For a moment, he felt strong feelings of occupation, admiration and pity. The sword in his hand stopped in mid-air and was difficult to cut down.
In such a blink of an eye, Princess Yinyao turned into starlight and disappeared, escaping the fate of being torn apart.
The drama of three heroes fighting Lu Bu, no, four heroes fighting Lu Bu unfolded outside the city. Tuoba Guanghe, with three heads and six arms, was not weak at all with one against four. With eight arms, he fought in all directions, but in the face of the siege of the four masters, he did not show any signs of weakness. A little bit of fatigue and decline.
The ancient God of War is best at fighting in groups. To him, there is no difference between four people and one person.
On the other hand, in the Southern Dynasty camp, Fu Qingyang, Gang Leader Duan and Princess Yinyao suffered heavy losses. Although the former had insight skills, he could not avoid the explosion of fists and sonic attacks.
The latter's realm was insufficient, and he was also a melee professional and was suppressed by the higher-ranked ancient god of war. He almost died several times, but it was all thanks to the palace master's abundant milk supply that he was able to survive.
"Dong dong dong!"
Zhang Yuanqing's cheeks were filled with blood and tears. The blood in his nose mixed with the blood at the corner of his mouth, and dripped continuously on the patterned green and black animal skin.
The battle reached a fever pitch, and he didn't dare to stop beating the drums for a moment. At first, he could still complain in his heart, "Can't you beat four against one? Are you useless, a mere ninth-level ancient war god, fighting for so long?"
In the end, hurry up, hurry up, I won’t be able to hold on anymore, can I take back what I said about the emperor guarding the country’s gates!
Later, all he could think about was saving the child, which was one of the few thoughts he had until now.
I haven't fallen into a semi-coma state now, I am playing the drums purely by willpower, and I will fall into coma at any time due to the severe pain of tearing my soul.
Fu Qingyang, who was always paying attention to Yuanshi's condition, suddenly said: "Are you ready? Yuanshi is dying."
The hem of the killer's skirt suddenly exploded, and thousands of green silk threads wrapped around Tuoba Guanghe, binding him and wrapping him into a rice dumpling.
Tuoba Guanghe pumped up his energy, tensed his muscles, and was about to break the red line, when suddenly the sound of a baby crying came from his abdomen!
Wow, wow, from weak to loud, Lintuoba Guanghe's belly also continued to expand, and in an instant he turned into a pregnant woman pregnant with Liujia.
Since the beginning of the battle, the Master of the Killing Palace has been... trying to get Tuoba Guanghe pregnant, but the level gap between the two sides is too big, so every time it ends in failure.
But the pregnancy power accumulated silently, and finally at this moment, Tuoba Guanghe's unsatisfactory belly successfully swelled. As the baby took shape, Tuoba Guanghe's strength weakened like an ebb.
As if it had been discussed long ago, Madoka in the distance first sacrificed the incense ashes on the scarecrow forest, causing mud-like filthy liquid to flow from Tuoba Guanghe's head, further weakening his power.
Then Fu Qingyang was captured, and the blood beads that bounced were smeared on the scarecrow's body.
"call!
Tuoba Guanghe's body ignited with black flames.
Gang Leader Duan seized the opportunity and repeated his old tricks. He placed his palm on his back which was covered with red threads and used the "Stealing Fire" skill to deprive Tuoba Guanghe of his warmth and freeze his blood vessels and internal organs.
Fu Qingyang stabbed Tuoba Guanghe's chest with his fingers like a sword.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed a crisis and said in a deep voice: "Retreat quickly!"
The next second, Tuoba Guanghe's breath collapsed inward and disappeared completely. In a moment, an unimaginably powerful suction force was generated from his body, sucking in all the surrounding life forms.
The Palace Master and Xiao Yuan did not get close, and quickly left after hearing the words, but Princess Yin Yao was a ghost, not a normal vitality, and was not affected by the power of the cyclone.
Gang leader Duan was in a close-fitting state and failed to escape in time. He was sucked in by the cyclone, and his whole body was firmly attached to Tuoba Guanghe's back.
His skin lost its luster, his flesh and blood shriveled up quickly, and his energy and blood were sucked into the cyclone like a flood that broke a bank.
At the same time, streaks of blood mist rose into the sky in the city, drifted out of the city, and were attracted by the vortex generated by the cyclone, and swirled into Tuoba Guanghe's body.
These are the energy and blood of ordinary soldiers and common people. Because of the long distance, the saints with profound cultivation are not affected. A small part of the extraordinary energy and blood spills out, while the ordinary people are instantly drained of their essence and blood and become tonics.
Tuoba Guanghe's originally weak energy suddenly increased steadily, like a tide.
The bewitched demon is bloodthirsty and violent. In the extraordinary and saint stages, it needs to kill people to activate its passive. However, at the master level, its skills have undergone a qualitative change. It can absorb the life layer from the air, and forcefully deprive the essence and blood of creatures lower than its own.
Of course, the power of ordinary people's qi and blood is not enough to make him recover so quickly. The main thing is Gang Leader Duan's qi and blood, which is a great supplement to him.
Palace Master Fu Qingyang and Xiao Yuan's expressions changed greatly. Tuoba Guanghe was a ninth-level master. Under the suppression of his status, they would inevitably be ingested of blood essence when they entered the cyclone range. This was something that defensive items could not resist.
As the commander of the palace, the palace master was not afraid of being sucked dry, but her rescue of Gang Leader Duan was like a blood bag. Only Princess Yinyao's tireless spell attacks caused minimal damage.
"No, if we continue like this, all our efforts will be in vain." Gang Leader Duan felt that he had never felt weak since he entered the Grandmaster realm.
Just like a dying old man, he is getting old and will lose strength and fall into coma or die at any time.
The body's constant weakness can be attributed to the fire master's strength and self-esteem, which are like a raging fire, burning more and more intensely.
Gang leader Duan suddenly remembered his youth.
He lost his father when he was young and was raised by his widowed mother. When he was twelve years old, his widowed mother was broken into by a bully who coveted his beauty, forced to death at home, and committed suicide by throwing herself into a well.
With the help of neighbors, he sued the bully to the Yamen to no avail. Gang Leader Duan buried his mother silently, stole Butcher Wang's butcher's knife, and sneaked into the bully's home at night to hack him to death.
There are only gods among the top three, and justice is always at the tip of the knife.
From then on, he was wanted by the government and began a career of licking blood. He started from a young age and ended in the grass. He was born and died for decades, and never stopped hoeing the strong and supporting the weak. He will be destroyed when he arrives. He has never thought about the meaning and reason of killing for half his life, just because he can never forget his mother's cold body.
Gang leader Duan raised his head suddenly, looked at Zhao Shun at the top of the city, used up his last strength, and said sternly, "Zhao Shun! The emperor can guard the country's gates, and an ordinary man can also kill the sand. You have been burdened with the people for twenty-four years. If you are greedy for pleasure in the future, Tea poisons the people, even if Duan is a ghost, he will not let you go!"
Zhang Yuanqing, who was in a semi-conscious state, moved his lips with difficulty, but no one could hear what he said clearly.
boom!
He blew himself up!
A dazzling fire light lit up outside the city. Such a stunning and gorgeous fire light, the fire light instantly swallowed Fu Qingyang, Yin Yao and the killing officer.
Along with the deafening shock wave, it spread in all directions. The moment it hit the city wall, the city wall of the capital of the Southern Dynasties, which had stood for five hundred years, collapsed.
The streets and houses near the city wall were all shattered and annihilated in the fire, and miles around were reduced to scorched earth.
When the thick smoke rises into the sky, when the storm calms down, and when the flames are extinguished, a charred black figure stands on the charred land.
The body was broken, and all eight arms were broken, but he was not dead yet. His eyes suddenly opened on his dark, carbonized face. The carbonized flesh and blood shell cracked and peeled off, and the tender flesh grew rapidly. The eight broken arms also slowly recovered.
Duan Huoshen's self-destruction seriously injured Tuoba Guanghe, but it was not enough to kill a ninth-level master, even if he was already in a weak state at the time.
Of course Tuoba Guanghe is even weaker now.
On top of the ruins, Zhang Yuanqing stood up slowly, lifted up the crooked Kuisheng drum and beat it hard.
He should have reached his limit, but Duan Huoshen's self-destruction interrupted the explosion of the drum and the fire spiritual power raged for a full three minutes, knocking him out.
Three minutes gave Zhang Yuanqing precious recovery time.
Nik Yugami's self-healing ability allowed him to wake up, and he regained some vitality after drinking a tube of life source liquid.
The charred figure suddenly froze, and the speed of flesh and blood recovery slowed down. At the edge of the collapsed city wall, a figure quickly swept out, cloaked, and the sword pointed at the charred forehead.
The blood and flesh on Tuoba Guanghe's forehead split open, revealing his white bones. The intense pain made his eyes pierce.
Mobilizing the energy and blood as if stimulating potential, the two main arms took the lead in regenerating and holding Fu Qingyang's arms.
"Crack!"
Qingyang's arm bone was broken and his sword energy was blocked. Just when Tuoba Guanghe was about to tear off the opponent's right arm, he suddenly felt a strong sword energy that shot out from the severed arm and pierced his palm.
The broken arm automatically reconnected, and streams of bloody spiritual power rolled into the arm and concentrated on the fingertips.
"puff!"
The bright white sword energy turned into a bloody sharp edge, and Tuoba Guanghe's forehead bones cracked.
This ninth-level master, the most powerful master in the North, and the invincible grandmaster in the world finally smelled the threat of death!
At the critical moment of life and death, his potential exploded, and the six illusory arms quickly gathered like a spider web to cover Fu Qingyang, trying to force him back or tear him apart.
Fu Qingyang's figure suddenly became thinner, and his life force flowed away, turning into sword energy spurting out of his fingertips.
"puff!"
The bloody sword energy penetrated the brain, and red blood and white brain matter spurted out from Tuoba Guanghe's back.
The eyes of this powerful martial artist were widened, with a bit of surprise and unwillingness, as if he believed that this was his end, but in the end he was helpless and allowed the brilliance in his eyes to dim.
An ethereal and tough spirit body left the physical body and floated into the distance. Fu Qingyang stabbed the sky with his sword finger, and the sword energy containing the power of spiritual evil penetrated the spiritual body.
Invisible and violent mental fluctuations spread and spread in mid-air, and finally returned to calm and nothingness.
The thin Fu Qingyang stood alone, the night wind howled, blowing his hair, and the silver threads swayed uncertainly, like blue silk in the morning and into the sky at dusk.
In the night sky, the sonorous and powerful song of the Lord of the Killing Palace came out, "I was drunk and looked at the sword with the lamp on, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. The sound of fifty strings rolling outside the Great Wall under the sun at eight hundred miles, the autumn of the battlefield, Lu Fei Kuai. , the bow is like a thunderbolt, it ends the affairs of the king and the world, and wins the reputation in life and death. What a pity it happened in vain... What a pity it happened in vain!"
The song contains the meaning of a golden war and an iron horse, and with the power of inspiration, the drumming Zhang Yuanqing and Fu Qingyang, who are almost extinct, burst out with a strong vitality.
This prevents them from dying on the spot or suddenly.
Then, she took out the demon refining pot, groped the body of the pot, poured two golden streams of concentrated life essence, and injected them into the two bodies that were exhausted.
"Boss, your skills are so cool this night!" Zhang Yuanqing sat slumped in the ruins and gasped.
"Are you handsome?" Fu Qingyang said coldly, "I paid for it with my life!"
While they were talking, everyone heard the spiritual realm prompt sound coming from their ears:
[Ding! Congratulations on completing the multiplayer spiritual realm mission: King of the Subjugated Country, No. 36, difficulty level A, and the rewards are being settled.
