Beimang camp.
"puff......."
Zhu Hao, who was casting a spell, suddenly opened his mouth, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed directly onto the straw man in his hand, dyeing the straw man red.
His entire complexion instantly turned pale.
"Zhang Yuanfang is dead?"
Seeing this scene, Imperial Master Hong Yan didn't show any concern for the injured Zhu Hao. He just asked Zhang Yuanfang's situation expressionlessly.
Zhu Hao cursed secretly in his heart, but said respectfully: "Reporting to the Imperial Master, my subordinates were incompetent and severely injured Zhang Yuanfang, but he was also injured. He was injured too much and may not be able to cast the spell anymore."
"Trash, even if you have good intentions or not, you can't kill Zhang Yuanfang!"
"What's the point of keeping you?"
When Imperial Master Hong Yan heard this, he became furious and was about to take action to punish him, but was stopped by the powerful witch from the side.
Zhu Hao was extremely disappointed. Just these five injections had already consumed twenty years of his life. Who knew that what he got in exchange was Hong Yan's punishment.
"National Master, now is the time to hire people. It is better to wait until Liaoxi County is captured before convicting him."
At this time, the great wizard Qiang Gong suddenly spoke to persuade, and then a message quietly reached the ears of the Imperial Master Hong Yan: "That Zhang Yuanfang has been seriously injured. This is a good opportunity for the Imperial Master to show his power."
"As for Zhu Hao, there is always time to deal with it."
"What you said makes some sense."
Imperial Master Hong Yan turned his eyes, and then said again: "But in order to prevent fraud, you try again!"
Hearing this, the great witch Qiang Gong was obviously stunned. He did not expect that in order to minimize the side effects of the witchcraft, Imperial Master Hong Yan would actually let him take action first.
However, the matter is urgent. If Liaoxi County is no longer captured, the Witch God will be blamed and everyone will feel uncomfortable.
He had just broken through to the first level, so he could only follow Hong Yan's order and use the curse of victory.
However, the straw man just now has been contaminated and cannot be used anymore. He is going to use another kind of witchcraft.
This kind of witchcraft has minimal side effects and is more suitable for the situation at this time.
He raised one hand, and a pair of wooden cards without names appeared in his hand.
I saw him pointing a single point and using his magic power, the words Zhang Yuanfang naturally appeared on the wooden sign.
Then he placed the wooden sign on the ground, took out a yellowed talisman from his arms, and lit it in front of the wooden sign in front of everyone.
As the talisman burned, he knelt on the ground, thinking about Zhang Yuanfang's appearance, and knocked his head heavily on the ground, shouting: "Senior Yuanfang, please accept my respects from this junior!"
He was obviously better than Zhang Yuanfang in cultivation, but he still paid such a big courtesy to Zhang Yuanfang. People who were not proficient in witchcraft looked at each other, but those who were proficient in witchcraft couldn't help but high-five him in praise.
Among the techniques of Cursing and Weary of Victory, there is a relatively useless technique that cannot bear the name!
That is, if your cultivation level is one level higher than that of the enemy and the distance between you and the opponent is within a hundred miles, as long as you kneel down and worship the opponent sincerely, if the opponent does not have a special magic weapon to protect him, he will not be able to bear the kneeling of the caster. When the body dies, the Tao disappears.
What's more useless about this witchcraft is that if your cultivation is one level higher than the enemy and within a hundred miles, you can destroy them with just a wave of your hand, so this witchcraft is basically useless.
But at this time, apart from some loss of status, it is the most appropriate.
In the sky, there was sudden wind and clouds, lightning and thunder.
Then, a dark force rose from his body, merged into the sky, and disappeared.
After less than ten breaths, a terrifying, strange and evil force quickly descended from the sky and landed directly on Zhang Yuanfang.
"puff!"
Zhang Yuanfang, who had just adjusted his breath properly, did not react at all. A mouthful of old blood spurted out from his mouth. He was seriously injured after just bowing.
What made him feel even more strange was that this time, even his spiritual consciousness could not find the direction from which the other party's curse came.
"grown ups......"
Xin Xuanji watched helplessly as Zhang Yuanfang vomited blood, but he had no idea what to do. He couldn't help but spit fire from his eyes and cursed at the city: "You bastards from Beimang, if you have the guts, come and do it with real swords and guns. Who is a hero if he uses dirty tricks?"
The sound reached far and wide under Liaoxi County, but there was no response.
At this time, in the Beimang camp, the great wizard Qianggong banged his head heavily on the ground again, and continued: "Two thanks to you, senior from far away!"
As his voice fell, an evil and strange force silently penetrated the city defense formation in the sky above Liaoxi County and fell on Zhang Yuanfang again.
"puff!"
This time, the oncoming force was obviously more powerful. Zhang Yuanfang spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, but he still couldn't hold on and fell directly to the ground.
Xin Xuanji and others hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up. They saw Zhang Yuan's face was like gold paper, his breathing was heavy, and he was obviously seriously injured.
"My officer...it's okay!"
Zhang Yuanfang held Xin Xuanji's hand, forced his body to sit still, and then gently waved his hand to indicate that he could still hold on.
"But, sir..."
Xin Xuanji wanted to say something, but in the face of this situation, they were all helpless and had no idea.
"I almost caught him..."
Zhang Yuanfang reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, then sent a reassuring message to Xin Xuanji, and continued to sit cross-legged, waiting for the next attack to come.
"If you do it again, that guy will definitely not survive!"
Imperial Master Hong Yan watched the powerful wizard Qiang Gong cast his spell with stern eyes, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.
For this unbearable witchcraft, the greater the difference in realm between the two parties, the fewer times they need to kneel down and worship.
According to his estimation, with a big difference, it usually only takes three times to kill the opponent.
"Three thanks to you, senior from far away!"
As the voice fell, the familiar power fell from the sky again and landed directly on Zhang Yuanfang.
"Plop!"
On the city wall, Zhang Yuanfang's body stiffened instantly as if struck by lightning, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
"grown ups!"
Xin Xuanji had been guarding him and quickly helped Zhang Yuanfang up, only to find that his body was covered in blood, his eyes were closed tightly under the white cloth, and he was already as angry as a thread.
"Bring the elixir!"
Xin Xuanji quickly ordered the people around him to feed the already prepared healing elixir from the Palace of Eternal Life into Zhang Yuanfang's mouth.
Then the true energy was injected into Zhang Yuanfang's body to help him refine the elixir.
As the power of the pill spread, Zhang Yuanfang slowly woke up from his coma.
"My lord, how are you?"
Seeing this, Xin Xuanji asked with concern.
In fact, he had just discovered during the treatment that Zhang Yuanfang had suffered serious internal injuries. If he had not been determined and the elixir was replenished in time, he would have gone directly to Netherworld to report.
"Ahem..."
Just as Zhang Yuanfang was about to speak, he coughed up a mouthful of blood again. Even with the elixir to heal his injuries, the condition of his injuries was not optimistic.
"Sir, no, let's just vote!"
Xin Xuanji looked at Zhang Yuanfang's tragic situation and couldn't bear it, so he tried to persuade him.
"nonsense!"
When Zhang Yuanfang heard this, he immediately reprimanded him repeatedly: "As officials of Daxuan's parents, how can we surrender in the face of battle? If word spreads, how can we survive in this world with dignity!"
"Ahem..."
At this point, he became a little emotional and coughed up a mouthful of blood again.
As the congestion vomited out, T felt a little more comfortable. Perhaps because he saw Xin Xuanji's face was a little embarrassed, he explained: "I just resisted the opponent's three witchcrafts, and it was not without gain."
"Spiritual consciousness has captured a trace."
"The next mark is the time to verify success or failure."
"If I am lucky enough to block the attack, I won't mention it anymore."
"If unfortunately I die, you will cut off my head and offer it to Beimang, just to spare the lives of the people in this city..."
At this point, Zhang Yuanfang seemed to sense something, and pushed Xin Xuanji aside with both hands.
His eyes covered with white cloth stared at the sky above his head, and he roared: "Come again, you bastard from Beimang!"
At this time, the voice of the great witch Qiang Gong had already resounded throughout the entire Beimang army: "Four respects, senior from far away!"
