Outside the south gate of Liyangjing City, the wide pipe connected to the imperial road in the city had been quickly cleared and there was no one there.
The whole city is waiting for one person.
Wait for one person to attack the city.
Both the upper and lower parts of the city were covered with iron armor and were equipped with strong weapons.
On this day, all the elites from the four formations in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Gyeonggi were arrayed here. There were also Wu Jian, the ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Song Nianqing, the leader of the Dongyue Jianchi Sect, and experts from all over the country who were urgently summoned by the imperial court, a total of 203 people. But facing a man dressed in black coming from the North, he was still as frightened as if he were facing the power of heaven.
A figure slowly appeared in the sight of everyone on the city wall.
When this slender figure was revealed, the world was instantly filled with terrifying murderous intent.
He was extremely handsome, dressed in black clothes, and holding a broken sword as thin as a willow leaf.
It was this sword that came up from the sky and seriously injured the King of Beiliang.
And he came just to return the sword.
Emperor Murong Tong walked calmly and walked towards the city gate step by step.
Compared with the towering Tai'an City, it seems insignificant.
But every time he took a step, there was a dull sound of footsteps, as if a thunder that penetrated the heaven and earth sounded in everyone's ears.
That sparse shadow seemed to tear through the sky, expanding infinitely, covering everyone's eyebrows and hearts.
The faces of the people on the city wall were complicated, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. If anyone else had dared to "return the sword" to the emperor today, they would have been punished with words and writings, and they would have died without a burial place.
However, Murong Tonghuang defeated Bei Mang's 100,000-strong army, and it was the Emperor of the Zhao family who stabbed Beiliang King in the back first, so this return of the sword did not cause his reputation among the people to drop drastically, but instead brought him a certain kind of heroism. ism color.
"Stop anyone who comes, Tai'an City is forbidden to enter today."
There was a majestic voice.
Murong Tonghuang, however, didn't care, and walked straight towards Tai'an City with a calm posture, without any deviation, as if every step he took was measured.
"shoot!
"
When Emperor Murong Tong approached Tai'an City at a distance of nearly a hundred feet, all the crossbows at the top of the city launched a volley of fire.
Rest, rest, rest!
There was a thunderous earthquake in mid-air, and huge arrows shot out like a sudden storm.
Yulian City was enveloped in an instant. Wherever the arrow missed, white air currents were brought out, and bursts of huge sonic booms were produced. The power was very frightening.
Buzz!
Yu Liancheng's expression was calm and composed, and his steps remained the same, as if the huge arrow was missing, but his invisible attitude suddenly opened.
With him as the center, the wind blew violently within a radius of a hundred feet, and the flowers, plants and trees roared.
The power of this crossbow is similar to that of the batch that ambushed Yulian City in Beimang. They are all equivalent to the sword of a land god with a hundred feet.
The huge crossbow arrows easily tore through the ground, but they were inevitably affected by the pull of the ground. The shooting arc changed, and they passed Yulian City one after another. They suddenly shot on the ground, splashing large waves of soil, but He didn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.
"How can it be?"
Everyone on the city wall looked incredulous.
Of course they knew that the bed crossbow could not really deal with Emperor Murong Tong, it was just used to consume the opponent's energy. But I didn't expect that the other party was not prepared to force the issue at all, so it was resolved with such a casual tone.
“Fire the arrow!
"
Seeing Emperor Murong Tong walking without stopping, the archers above and below the city reduced their bows. Almost in an instant, there was a hiss, thousands of archers drew their bows, and the arrows were like a dark cloud, covering the direction in the blink of an eye. Yulian City.
Rumble, the ground shook. At the moment when the arrow was missed, thousands of elite cavalrymen who had already been ambushing on both sides rushed towards them, and the sound of killing was loud.
On the city wall, everyone watched the two attacks in front of them in silence.
Missing arrows, cavalry...
These two attacks are the most commonly used and effective means for sending troops to attack and kill Jianghu masters, which was confirmed as early as the Spring and Autumn Period. Countless masters died due to missed arrows or cavalry charges.
No matter which one, it can easily kill 99% of the martial arts masters.
Even if there are only a few top experts left, they must face it with caution.
If the consumption of the previous crossbow was added, only a handful of people could survive these three attacks.
But everyone knew that these three attacks were only used to consume Murong Tonghuang's energy.
In other words, it was just a superficial effort to let him arrive in the capital a little later. Otherwise, if the world knew that Emperor Murong Tong easily broke into the city under the heavy weight of the army, the Liyang Dynasty would be completely disgraced. .
Facing the triple attacks that came one after another, Yu Liancheng still walked slowly and calmly, but his invisible stance never returned to his body.
When the arrows that came like a dark cloud first hit the invisible position, although there were many arrows, in terms of power, they were far less powerful than the previous round of huge crossbow arrows. They were twisted, broken, and rustled away in just an instant. It fell to the ground, but it still had no effect at all. Bayi Chinese website
Nearly a thousand elite cavalry broke into the invisible position immediately. They immediately felt an invisible force descending from the sky, squeezing from every inch of space. They were either pressed on the back of the horse or about to be crushed by their bodies. The shape was unstable and it hit the ground heavily. However, the horses they stepped off had all four legs broken and fell to their knees on the ground.
Emperor Murong Tong continued to walk towards Tai'an City.
There is only more than ten feet away from this famous imperial city.
Getting closer.
Getting closer.
The second round of crossbows and bows and arrows were ready, but no one ordered them to be fired.
Because everyone knows that this is just useless work.
The invincible Murong Wudi was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.
"presumptuous!"
"In the important place of the imperial city, those who come will stop."
"How dare you, a martial artist in the world of martial arts, be so presumptuous!"
When they were only twenty feet away from Yulian City, several people finally couldn't hold it any longer on top of the majestic city. Some came down to the city with their swords, some jumped to kill them, or some plundered them... nothing happened. The question is, they were all worshiping masters from the Liyang Dynasty and did not participate in the Huishan Snow Fair.
Perhaps they also knew that they were no match for Murong Tonghuang, but it was undoubtedly a shame to let him enter Tai'an City with such arrogance.
Yu Liancheng still didn't make any extra moves, just raised his eyebrows slightly, with colorful eyes overflowing.
As a result, the various emotions of the masters erupted like volcanoes in their bodies, and their true energy was not flowing smoothly, and they fell from the air one after another.
At the same time, the invisible aura expanded and swept away suddenly.
As a result, the several martial arts masters guarding the capital all flew backwards as if they were hit, and directly smashed into the city wall of Tai'an City. The entire city wall trembled, and countless cracks appeared. As for those martial arts masters , is like a bloody painting.
Emperor Murong Tong suddenly stood still, focused his gaze on the closed city gate, and slowly raised the invisible broken sword.
Uh-huh!
As soon as the sword fell, the sword energy was like a long white rainbow penetrating the sun. It was so bright and stunning that it was incomparable. It was also filled with a domineering and powerful energy, tearing everything in front of it to pieces.
Boom!
After a muffled sound, Tai'an City, which had never been attacked by an army for more than two hundred years, shook, and the city gate shattered.
The city breaker.
——Murong Tonghuang.
…
The sound of the city being destroyed spread throughout Tai'an City.
Everyone knows one thing.
The invincible Emperor Murong Tong has entered the city.
For a moment, it was as silent as a cicada.
At the same time, two people in Qintian Prison stepped into a hidden attic.
One of them was tall, wearing a purple gold Taoist robe, and looked as if he were a god.
This person is the second Yuyi Prime Minister of this dynasty, Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Wu Lingsu. He is also closely related to Longhu Mountain and was once a disciple of Longhu Mountain.
As for the other person, he was a Qi Refiner who was nearly seventy years old. Compared with the idiot prime minister who was well-known to everyone in the imperial court, the old man named Jin Xin'an had a much better background. He was the deputy supervisor of Qintian Prison and one of the leaders of Zhao Gou. Compared with the indifferent Master Jianzheng, this man is the true leader of the Northern Qi Practitioners.
Putting aside these terrifying identities, this person has also entered the celestial realm and is also a great practitioner.
After entering the building, the two straightened their clothes together, took a stick of incense from the two ancient Taoist priests who had guarded the building for many years, and walked towards a table made of withered rosewood and aniseed. There was a statue on it. Xianqiniaoniao's ancient incense burner has a stick of incense as thick as a child's arm inserted in the burner all year round.
Before Jin Xin'an came here, he not only put on the adjutant uniform of Qin Tian Jian Jian, but also borrowed a Jian Zheng waist badge to hang around his waist, and Wu Lingsu even more exaggeratedly brought the golden edict issued to him by the imperial court.
The two respectfully placed the incense in their hands on the left and right sides of the incense burner and spoke at the same time.
Jin Xin'an folded his hands, looked straight ahead, and said in a deep voice: "Walking for heaven."
Wu Lingsu lowered her eyes and looked more respectful. She bowed and said, "To suppress the four barbarians."
On the wall behind the incense burner, the portrait that was originally shrouded in smoke still showed its true appearance.
Each one is full of Taoist priests dressed up, riding dragons, riding cranes, or wielding swords...
The portraits hanging on the walls are all of the great immortals who have ascended in the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain in the past dynasties.
The world only knows that Longhu Mountain has the same surname as the Zhao family in Liyang, but they don't know that the connection is so deep that it can be traced back to Shuodao, the founding emperor of Liyang.
The three sticks of incense in the incense burner, which were originally dim, burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if an immortal was enjoying them.
When the incense was burned, the pictures on the wall moved without any wind.
Outside the portrait, there are waves of wonderful ripples, like the moon in the mirror.
Two real people wearing yellow and purple robes emerged from the painting.
The illusory figure gradually transformed from illusion into reality, falling to the ground and walking towards the outside of the building.
Immediately after this, great immortals with immortal demeanor landed on the ground one after another and walked towards the door one after another.
Some immortals carry long swords on their backs, some immortals hold purple gold treasure books, and some immortals hold whisks in their hands.
The three immortals who appeared at the end were the most elegant and astonishing.
One of them is riding an auspicious white deer, with warm eyes and cheerful singing.
Then there was a man with a strange face and a lotus crown on his head. Compared with ordinary immortals, he was a little more humane. All living beings come into my eyes.
The last one is about thirty years old, extremely young, with a murderous look on his brows. He does not look like a fairy floating out of the world, but a knight who kills injustice with his sword. After landing, he raised his hand and held the talisman sword "Yu Lei" that had been enshrined in the building for hundreds of years in his hand. He weighed it and found that the weight was just right, and he smiled for no reason.
Thirty or forty immortals all looked towards the city gate.
They all felt a huge energy, venting it without reservation, almost filling the entire Tai'an City, and filled with a faint murderous intention, which was shocking.
"Let's go and meet that person. Be careful. Several of our colleagues in heaven have been poisoned by that person before."
Some immortals left hand in hand.
If you want to suppress someone, use a sword.
…
On the Tongtiantai.
The old eunuch Zhengnan Huaiyu, who has white beard and white hair and looks like an immortal, is sitting cross-legged. An unknown energy comes out of his body. Through the formation, it connects with Liyang's energy and launches waves of attacks on an uninvited guest.
What the world doesn't know is that there are two formations in Tai'an City, which are the real way to compete with top warriors like Wang Xianzhi, Murong Tonghuang and others.
He suddenly opened his eyes, showing a faint look of tiredness. He looked at the young supervisor beside him who was presiding over the formation, and then looked outside the door, as if he saw those immortals from Longhu Mountain who were full of fairy spirit. There was a hint of worry that could never be erased.
As for the other formation, Yan Shenggong left for unknown reasons, so Lao Jianzheng could only hand it over to someone who was unwilling to hand it over.
…
Liyang City Gate.
Enter the city with one man and one sword.
The moment he stepped into the city, Yu Liancheng couldn't help but frown.
Compared with the last time he entered Tai'an City, this time it seemed that the entire Tai'an City was full of unspeakable malice toward him, as if the whole world was repelling him, blinding his perception, and even absorbing the vitality of the world. Become slow.
And it's much more than that.
Yu Liancheng's body swayed slightly.
It seems unremarkable to outsiders, but if you put it in the eyes of top Qi refiners, you may be able to see a formation starting to work the moment Yulian City enters Tai'an City, with waves of luck like dragons, advancing one after another. Yulian City rushed over.
If it were an ordinary master, he would have vomited blood and died.
Even Yulian City's energy and blood surged under the constant impact of the formation.
Sure enough, as a dynasty that unified the Central Plains, how could Liyang not have the means to suppress the situation.
"Qin Tian Jian..."
Yu Liancheng looked at the location of Qin Tianjian.
He was certain that it was Qin Tianjian who was responsible. But there was nothing to complain about, after all, he was going to demolish the Qintian Prison.
Boom!
The sound of horse hooves thundered, and at first it was like a waterfall, muffled and quite noisy. But a moment later, it seemed to turn into thunder in the sky, rushing towards the direction of Emperor Murong Tong with the attitude of a hurricane.
The speed of the attack, the speed of reaction, and the orderliness of the formation may not be as good as the most elite Snow Dragon Riders of Beiliang, but they are not much worse than several other Beiliang armies.
The sound of horse hooves vibrated and the earth rumbled.
In just an instant, Yulian City was surrounded by more than ten thousand elite soldiers.
The awe-inspiring murderous aura seemed to freeze the heavens and the earth in an instant.
"I'm here to return the sword."
Even though he was surrounded by thousands of troops, even though he was targeted by the entire Tai'an City, Yulian City still looked calm, but his tone was slightly cold: "Those who stand in the way - die!"
Another sword swing.
"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.
