As soon as Chen Xizhen died, the situation on the battlefield changed immediately.
Because people's hearts have changed, the imperial army is no longer so determined and confident in taking action, and the people in Liangshan will never miss such an opportunity.
The numerous figures in red were like jagged fangs, piercing deeply into the ranks of officers and soldiers, trying hard to completely tear apart the line of officers and soldiers.
The real target of Guan Luoyang's blow was Chen Xizhen, so Wang Laozhi resisted with all his strength and was almost uninjured.
But his fighting spirit had almost disappeared. As he fell into the water, after stabilizing the magic power in his body a little, he suddenly transformed, and the surrounding wind and water suddenly became confused and turned into a large cauldron.
The cauldron wall is simple and simple, with complicated patterns, gluttonous animal inscriptions, ancestors' sacrifices and other scenes, which are engraved on the large cauldron made of flowing water, which is lifelike and meticulous in every detail.
The big cauldron has a cover, and Wang Laozhi hides in it so that no one can see clearly.
Guan Luoyang's figure fell from the sky and smashed the cauldron with one foot. From the cauldron, many golden pills the size of a human head were shot out, towards the water, into the sky, and even towards the cliff, shooting in different directions. Shoot out.
Wang Laozhi's figure disappeared, as if his whole body had shrunk into a golden pill and shot away through the air.
Although he escaped quickly, the thunderous dojo around Guan Luoyang expanded even faster. Thousands of electric lights were like bright tentacles flying wildly. In an instant, they entangled all the golden pills, and suppressed them fiercely. .
Among the many pills, only one was able to resist after being locked by the electric light. It trembled violently and suddenly expanded, dissipating the surrounding current.
The golden elixir showed its original shape, which was a large and empty Taoist robe. Wang Laozhi, wearing only his inner robe, jumped out of it and flew into the air.
The empty Taoist robe grew larger and larger, like a sky curtain, stretching in front of Guan Luoyang.
Guan Luoyang reached out and grabbed it, just like a whale absorbing water. He heard the wide cloth shuddering and shaking, making a sound like big waves overlapping. The rotating and collapsing force field gathered the Taoist robe violently, gathering it into a small ball.
During this process, Guan Luoyang's figure did not slow down at all, and he chased after him. He looked at Wang Laozhi's back and threw the blue-purple sphere made of multiple layers of clothing.
Boom! ! ! !
A trajectory was blasted into the air that could not be closed for a long time.
The blue-purple sphere arrived behind Wang Laozhi, and suddenly his long hair was flying, and the hair was cut repeatedly. The vitality that Guan Luoyang poured into the Taoist robe was cut to pieces by his hair.
The hairs were getting longer and longer, dancing and rolling, and even falling off his scalp. They were like thousands of sword marks, winding and moving, splitting the sky, and piercing and strangling Guan Luoyang behind him.
Guan Luoyang's figure spun around, like a green dragon piercing the air. The violent concussive force accompanied him, breaking through the thousands of hair sword marks, and shattering all the hair that came close to him into powder.
"After all, the outcome has not yet been decided on the battlefield. You are still pursuing me. Aren't you afraid that your men will cause more casualties?"
After showing his full strength, Wang Laozhi would not be able to stand up to Guan Luoyang in a head-to-head fight, but after all, he is not a parallel import like Liu Yongxi. When he wants to escape, he has endless methods, and it is by no means so easy to be taken down.
Guan Luoyang was not swayed by his words at all, and continued the pursuit without saying a word.
Guan Luoyang's goal is not just to save Liangshan. Sooner or later, he will have to visit Bianliang.
The more difficult Wang Laozhi appears, the more determined Guan Luoyang will be to kill him. Otherwise, when he goes to Bianliang to do that big thing, it will be real to have such a person watching him and making elixirs to help the enemy. It may ruin the overall situation and harm more innocent people in the world.
At this time, the two of them had already flown away from the battlefield and were about to fly out of the Liangshan River.
Wang Laozhi felt the breath coming from behind him, and no longer took any chances. He flicked the ten fingers of his hands, and the nails on the ten fingers all separated from the fingertips and flew towards the shore.
The crystal clear armor pieces rapidly enlarged in mid-air, and even divided into two, two into four, and four into eight. In an instant, it had transformed into a total of 640 pieces of thick armor, as if it were 600 pieces. Forty large shields engraved with talismans.
These armor pieces rise from the shore, constantly shifting and shifting in the high air, like an ever-changing city wall with a strange shape, which also hides the secrets of the Qimen Formation.
Wang Laozhi's figure broke into it and passed by without any hindrance.
When Guan Luoyang arrived here, he was immediately captured by the formation and fell into a strange puzzle. He felt that in all directions, in the sky and under his feet, there were sloping slopes, all made of lens crystals that could print facial features, beards and hair.
The cyan lightning on his body shot out, hit the mirrors, and was immediately refracted layer by layer, guided to the end of the tunnel somewhere, and reflected back from other unexpected angles.
This Wang Laozhi's technique claims to be inherited from the lineage of the famous Han Zhongli. When he was young, he was hunting deer in Shanyin. He encountered a heavy rain and part of the mountain collapsed, revealing an ancient cave. He ventured into it and on a stone stove, he obtained the magic formula left by the ancient immortals of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Zhongli of the Han Dynasty is the legendary Eight Immortals of Shangdong, and the method he left behind in the human world is naturally of great significance.
It seems that Wang Laozhi does not use magic weapons, but in fact, it is because his "Fire Dragon Stove Cauldron Dafa" can echo the human body during the process of refining alchemy, refining the most essence of countless treasure materials into the physical body. , which is equivalent to treating every part of his body as a magic weapon and elixir for practicing.
After being supported by the imperial court for so many years, Wang Laozhi's nails, hair, eyes, green hearts, purple brains, talisman tendons and bones are all integrated with many precious materials. Taken alone, they can be compared to the undamaged Nine Yang Divine Bell. texture.
When it is actually used, it is even more ingenious, and it is infinitely more clever than the Nine-Yang Divine Bell that can only mobilize the energy of Yang and Harmony to set fire.
Guan Luoyang took a deep breath, and in the maze of lenses, he closed his palms, and between his palms, a dark green, almost ink-colored ball of sword energy gradually formed. It looked like clouds were rotating between his palms, but in fact, every minute, Every wisp is the sword intention that wants to reach the sky.
When he opened his palms and held out this sword intention, the Yunqi Sword Ball grew at a terrifying speed, filling every slope and tunnel around him.
The formation was operating, and I wanted to release this power by adjusting the refraction, but it was too late.
When any piece of armor came into contact with those clouds and mist, it was as if it had been struck by countless swords. As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten. The extremely exquisite magic circle was destroyed by Guan Luoyang.
As the blue clouds surged, he flew out across the sky and chased him several miles away, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Within the field of vision, Wang Laozhi could no longer be seen.
Guan Luoyang hovered high in the sky, looked up at the moon, his eyes burned with bird-like golden fire, and then lowered his head to scan the mountains and rivers.
The small river at the foot of the mountain, the pebbles in the stream, the weeds on the hillside, on the other side of the mountain, the remains of the flying tower chariot, and further away, the long-abandoned village temple.
A deserted field covered with vines and bugs, fireflies slowly flying from the grass blades, a dozen capable traders resting in a dilapidated house, and mules and horses parked outside the house.
All the scenery is so vivid that no one can escape Guan Luoyang's feeling even if he walks underground.
But he wandered around the night sky, looking here and there, but he couldn't see where Wang Laozhi was.
Trees grow slantingly, protruding from the shore, in a section of the river shaded by trees.
Wang Laozhi, who has become bald and only wears an inner robe, is sitting in the mud. His hands without fingernails are caressing his Dantian. His deep breath is blurred and ordinary, no different from the surrounding mud flow. .
Zhongli of the Han Dynasty had an outstanding disciple, Lu Zulu Dongbin. Lu Dongbin's "Taiyi Heavenly Escape Sword Technique" can be said to follow the way of heaven, escape into all things, and circulate in the world, without the common people being aware of it.
Although the Fire Dragon Stove Cauldron is not as good as Taiyi Heavenly Escape, it is similar in principle in this regard. It is also somewhat incomprehensible and the sublime artistic conception of being unaware of the two things is extremely hidden.
He could feel that Guan Luoyang's eyes had scanned the surroundings several times, and he obviously did not notice his presence.
Soon, Guan Luoyang will have to search further afield. At that time, Wang Laozhi will quietly choose another direction to escape. The dragon will return to the sea, the tiger will enter the mountains and forests, and there will never be any trace of him again.
He had such expectations in his heart, but he didn't show it at all.
The water at the bottom of the river kept brushing against Wang Laozhi's body. His Taoist robe had been destroyed, and his inner robe had become loose and torn in the previous battle. Being washed by the water, the pages of the book he had collected close to his body fell from his arms. Slide out and float away with the current.
The prescription of the Taiqing Twenty-Four Pills, the sincere and supreme secret of the alchemy path, was actually about to be mixed with the mud formed by the deposits of unknown grass clippings and debris in the river.
Wang Laozhi couldn't bear it, so he quickly took action and grabbed the golden page.
'broken! ! ! ! '
He suddenly woke up, his mind was shocked, and he knew that the moment he reached out his hand, he had been exposed.
Rumble——
The blue sky thunder beam crashed down, cutting off the water flow and illuminating Wang Laozhi's face.
The war started again, and the pillars of fireworks soared into the sky.
In a short time, the entire river had been squeezed and bent. The banks were covered with scorched earth, and the hillsides on both sides collapsed into large ravines.
Two figures flew up from here and flew back to the water in Liangshan Mountain.
Guan Luoyang dragged the dying Wang Laozhi and threw him down next to Fang La.
Fang La was fighting fiercely, and subconsciously he slapped a palm on Wang Laozhi's face. When he realized who it was, he couldn't help showing a mixture of sadness and joy in his eyes.
"You have to deal with your enemy."
Guan Luoyang landed and crushed Feng Hui and others who were already seriously injured. His figure disappeared in the air. When he reappeared, he took away the black and yellow hanging that Wang Tianba and others struggled to shake.
Wang Tianba and the others had already worked extremely hard to fight against Lin Lingsu with this precious treasure. Suddenly, the flag disappeared, and the white thunder of fairy energy in the sky swept down with overwhelming force. There were continuous explosions, and the Taoist warlocks suffered heavy casualties.
On a nearby ship, Lu Da and Guan Sheng were fighting hard.
The crescent shovel and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife were pressed against each other, and both sides exerted force continuously. The blades were entangled and moved up and down, making it difficult to tell the upper and lower sides.
A black and yellow flag was pressed down from mid-air and slapped on Guan Sheng's head.
Guan Sheng's head felt dizzy, and all his strength surged. He held his neck, raised his head, and wanted to shout angrily. Then he saw the flag pressing down, knocking him unconscious.
Luda was afraid that he would not be able to stop it in time and shovel Guan Sheng to death. He quickly pressed down the crescent shovel and shoveled it into the deck. He then rushed forward two steps due to inertia and sent Guan Sheng flying out.
"Hey! Da Longtou, this man is also a man, Sajia..."
"We'll talk about it after we beat them all down."
Guan Luoyang's figure flashed in the air, his feet did not touch the ground, and he left again.
He carried the Xuanhuang hanging and used it very smoothly.
This treasure of pure yin and tranquility can be used to hit people on the head. It is a perfect weapon to knock people unconscious. No matter what frontier general, if he fails to guard against it, he will be hit by Guan Luoyang's wrist holding this heavy treasure. Two blows, and he would pass out on the spot.
Luda saw that Guan Luoyang wanted to capture these people alive, so he touched his barren head, rolled his eyes, put the unspeakably sharp crescent shovel behind his back, ran over and set up Guan Sheng.
Hu Yanzhuo was wielding two iron whips and fighting with Li Ying.
Li Ying's five flying knives turned around in the air, coming and going smoothly, and he also had a point steel gun in his hand. Together, they were somewhat irresistible.
Suddenly, Hu Yanzhuo heard a heavy cough behind him. He glanced around in his busy schedule and saw that it was not an enemy general, but Guan Sheng's particularly easy-to-recognize face with heavy jujubes. The iron whip that was about to change his move was abruptly withdrawn One collection.
With a snap, Guan Sheng's head hit his face.
Luda held Guan Sheng between his left hands and hit him, and with his right hand ready to attack, he waved his vinegar-sized fist horizontally and beat Hu Yanzhuo unconscious.
Li Ying was there to help him, and Hu Yanzhuo was also captured in an instant.
Li Ying looked at Guan Sheng with admiration on his face and gave Luda a thumbs up.
The battlefield was busy, so the two of them didn't have much time to talk, so they followed the same pattern and knocked down Dong Ping, Suo Chao, and Zhang Qing.
Over there, Hu Sanniang was fighting with Shi Xiu.
Li Ying and Lu Da looked at each other. Lu Da put down Guan Sheng, who had several bulges on his forehead, with some regret, picked up the crescent shovel, and joined the battle circle.
After many generals were captured, some die-hard generals with stubborn upbringing were also eliminated by Guan Luoyang.
"Put down the sword and gun!!"
Guan Luoyang raised the black and yellow hanging and pointed it directly at the sky, "Those who surrender will not be killed!!!"
"Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Liangshan's soldiers and horses started shouting, and the shouts echoed on the water for a long time.
The soldiers and horses of the imperial court were forced to drop their weapons. More and more people gave up resistance when they heard the sound of swords and guns falling to the ground.
By the time Guan Luoyang began to order people to salvage the unconscious soldiers who had fallen into the water, all the officers and soldiers on the nineteen and a half building ships had surrendered.
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Looking at the densely packed crowd, Guan Luoyang had a broad mind and couldn't help but let out a loud roar.
This is exactly what he wants.
Not only must the losses of Liangshan soldiers and horses be small enough, but even the losses of grassroots soldiers in the DPRK must be small. As long as these people surrender, whether they are sincere or not, they will have a way to become Liangshan's strength.
These people are no longer the people of the Song Dynasty, but they are still the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, and they will still be the people this land needs.
Between mountains and deserted villages.
The dozen or so muscular men dressed as businessmen walked out of the dilapidated house.
The leading one seemed to be in the prime and mature stage of his life. He was wearing golden-green clothes. His black hair and short beard looked extremely thick. His eyes were slightly deep-set and he had experienced the wind and frost of the North for a long time. He had a handful of hair on his waist. Short sword.
He rubbed the large Bodhisattva ornament embossed on the scabbard, listened carefully, and heard Guan Luoyang's whistle.
"What a hero! He swallows ten pieces of food and doesn't know what he's satisfied with, so he sings like a dragon and sings like a dragon!"
The leader whispered to himself, with a look of determination in his eyes.
He had already heard greater ambitions from this roar.
Although Liangshan was able to win, he was shocked, but there was nothing wrong with it. If he was ambitious enough, strong enough, and the enemy of the destined emperor, that would be good.
That would be enough assurance to seduce the great leader of Liangshan into making an alliance with someone who was also the enemy of Emperor Tianming.
The leader ordered: "Pack up, count the gifts, and go to Liangshan to pay a visit early tomorrow morning."
