In the White Jade Square.
One fight followed another.
First, Cao Guanzi in Tsing Yi watched the ceremony in Tai'an City and fought fiercely with a group of Liyang masters.
Immediately afterwards was the fight between Murong Shuangkui, who was the best in the world today, and Wangyou Tianren, who was the best in the world four hundred years ago.
To be honest, although the gimmick of this battle is great, the momentum between the two is not huge because most of the fighting between the two involves competing moves and techniques, and the speed is extremely fast, which is difficult for ordinary masters to catch with the naked eye. If it weren't for the top experts, it would still be far less exciting than what Cao Changqing and Ouchi experts did. I secretly thought that the number one martial artist would probably be too wet.
But the third match was a surprise.
Gu Jiantang, the best swordsman in the world, Chen Zhibao, the white-robed soldier sage, Zhao Danping, the ancestor of the Wu family and Qingci prime minister.
Which one of these four is not the top master of Liyang Dynasty?
Whether in the court or in the world, he is famous.
But under the siege of four people, Murong Tonghuang not only neutralized all the attacks easily, but also repelled the four masters one by one, even seriously injuring them.
Boom!
There was a loud trampling sound on the ground, and with the influx of groups of hard-lined Imperial Guards like a tide, the civil and military officials gradually put their hearts back into their stomachs.
Of course, some people thought of the legend of Murong Tonghuang "breaking through three thousand knights with one hand" and became more and more frightened, fearing that this move would anger the opponent to the point where they would all die.
Fortunately, the worst didn't happen.
Emperor Murong Tong just took out a bead no bigger than a grain of rice.
This bead is full of brilliance and sparkle, and there is a faint sound of dragon roar coming from the bead.
--Dragon Ball.
The dragon ball left by Beimang True Dragon.
After some cultivation in Yulian City, Longzhu has regained some of its vitality.
Originally, Yu Liancheng planned to raise a real dragon, but this plan was quickly abandoned.
The true dragons in this world are too weak. A true dragon that has reached the peak of the trance realm is only comparable to the celestial realm, and needs luck to contain it.
Even if it is raised, the place where it can help him is extremely limited. On the contrary, raising a real dragon requires a lot of effort. It would be best to use it as a weapon at this time.
Yu Liancheng took a deep breath and poured his luck into the dragon ball like a river.
The brilliance of the Dragon Pearl grows more and more prosperous.
The roar of the dragon became louder and louder.
The civil and military ministers have retreated, and the White Jade Square is filled with mighty imperial guards. After giving the order, all the crossbows finally launched a volley.
Rest, rest, rest, rest!
Almost instantly, there was a loud sneer. There was a roar of wind and thunder in mid-air, and a dense rain of arrows swept towards Yulian City like a violent wind, covering an area of dozens of feet in radius.
This round of specially made bed crossbows is extremely lethal and terrifying. Ninety-nine percent of the masters in the world are caught in it, and they will only be shot into sieves.
Even if he can withstand it for a moment, the continuous rain of arrows that follows can consume all the energy of the martial arts master and shoot him into a pile of arrows.
Yu Liancheng looked blank.
For him, the so-called bed crossbow could not hurt him at all no matter where he stood.
Of course, his clothes were not gold silk armor, and if his whole body were covered with arrows, he would be quite embarrassed, which would damage the reputation of Murong Shuangkui.
Just as a rain of arrows was about to rain down on Yu Liancheng, he finally moved.
Just snap your fingers.
stop!
The dragon ball flew out.
The dragon's roar became louder and clearer, as if coming from the nine heavens.
In the roar of the dragon, the dragon ball seemed to turn into a black dragon with pitch black scales and eyes as red as blood. It was filled with ferocious and cruel meanings, and it shot out murderous intent and rushed towards Wuying Palace.
The flying speed of the dragon ball is not fast, but it carries with it a majestic and terrifying power. It is a gathering of luck, and there is no more luck. The air seemed to be unable to bear the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, and arrows scattered all over the sky shattered into pieces, turning into powder one after another.
Dragon Ball broke into the Royal Forest Army, and the ground shattered. Large areas of cracks spread, and it seemed like a huge spider web had opened, quickly extending to twenty or thirty feet, and continued to expand.
The shrill screams resounded through the palace, along with the ground shattering and the sound of countless broken bones and muscles sounding like a series of firecrackers. In front of Longzhu, the Imperial Forest Army, known for its elite and bravery, was vulnerable to a single blow. In just a few breaths, a hole was torn open in the neat formation of the imperial guards, and a carpet of blood was spread out.
The dragon ball has arrived outside Wuying Hall, and all the decorations on the eaves, including immortals, dragons and phoenixes, suanni, aiyu, xiechi, and bullfighting, have turned into powder.
"Hurry, stop that bead."
The emperor, the queen, the prince, and others had been taken out of the Wuying Palace, but the emperor of the Zhao family felt a deep ominousness from the dragon ball that looked like a black dragon flying across the sky. It actually made him a little frightened, and he hurriedly issued orders.
Several grandmasters guarding the Imperial City glanced at each other and used their own special skills to try to block the attack for a moment. However, they quickly flew backwards as if struck by lightning and smashed directly into the gate of Wuying Palace, smashing the gate into pieces.
Finally, Master Liu Hao, the gatekeeper of the capital, stopped him in front of Long Zhu. There were black clouds in the sky above him and thunder rolling from the sky.
Masters of the Celestial Realm resonate with heaven and earth, and if they want to become famous in the world, they have more or less special skills, and Master Liu Hao is no exception.
This move of Thunder Pool was originally a great gift to Cao Changqing.
Cao Guanzi's three visits to the palace were like walking through a corridor, and they hit him in the face every time. I finally caught Cao Guanzi today, but I didn't want to use this dragon ball first.
The dark clouds suddenly fell and floated above the earth, just like a mysterious picture of the human world transformed into a sea of clouds, giving people a sense of a changing world.
Half of Master Liu Hao's body was exposed in the clouds. As he thought, the surrounding clouds, lightning and thunder intertwined into a network. About fifty purple thunders appeared, ranging in size from the mouth of a well to as small as a fist. Between the purple thunder, there are also streaks of snow-white lightning that are constantly beating. It is really a veritable thunder pool.
As a celestial master's special skill, this thunder pool is very powerful. The slow speed of the dragon ball becomes even slower, like a snail crawling.
The emperor and all the civil and military officials were relieved and praised the gatekeeper of the capital. He is worthy of being the master who has stayed in the Celestial Realm for the longest time, and his moves are indeed extraordinary.
But Master Liu Hao frowned, and the purple thunder in the thunder pool was flowing rapidly. On the other hand, the dragon ball was filled with purple light, sizzling, and surrounded by wind and thunder.
It was as if... the Dragon Ball had absorbed all of Zi Lei's power.
"not good!
"
Sensing the increasingly violent power of the dragon ball, Master Liu Hao's heart was beating wildly, an ominous warning sign arose, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
However, it was too late.
stop!
The dragon ball that was almost stagnant suddenly turned into a purple thunder light, ignoring the distance of space and time, and instantly appeared in front of the city defender.
Master Liu Hao opened his hands, as if he wanted to hold up an undefeated sky to resist the coming terrifying attack.
However, in an instant, the dragon beads pierced his hands, pierced his chest, pierced the dragon chair where successive emperors of Liyang had sat, and also pierced Liyang's luck.
boom!
The dragon ball exploded with a bang.
Endless purple thunder and lightning burst out, the sky and the earth seemed to darken, and the roar was deafening.
The entire Liyang Palace was trembling and groaning, as if an earth dragon was turning over.
And as the dragon ball exploded, a tyrannical ripple spread in all directions, bringing with it destructive power. The palace walls and pillars... collapsed like decay. The Wuying Palace, the center of power in the Central Plains, was instantly reduced to ruins and smoke. Flying.
It also affected several surrounding palaces. Hundreds and thousands of cracks opened from top to bottom. Amidst bursts of roaring sounds, several gorgeous and solemn palaces suddenly collapsed and shattered, raising huge amounts of smoke and dust.
In fact, the power of this dragon ball is not that strong. But it happened that Master Liuhao used the "Thunder Pond", and the Beimang True Dragon feeds on thunder, and swallowing thunder can strengthen itself, so this scene happened.
Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence, as if they were in a dream.
The emperor of the Zhao family stared at the scene in front of him blankly, and felt his heart aching with his hand on his chest. He coughed twice and coughed up blood.
"The gift has been paid, I will go now."
Yu Liancheng laughed, picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and drank several sips, then drifted away.
This time, no one dared to stop him.
The young eunuch sighed lightly.
That is Beimang's dragon ball from Beimang, formed by the condensation of luck. Liyang's prosperous national destiny has suffered this collision, and I am afraid that it will be troubled from now on.
It's not that the young eunuch didn't want to help stop the dragon ball.
However, Yu Liancheng's energy captured him. As long as there was a slight movement, the other party would immediately attack him.
In this way, he could only watch Long Zhu break into Wuying Palace. For this young eunuch who has lived for more than two hundred years, his own life is more important after all.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
