Li Yangjing.
Yulian City entered the city with one sword.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
As the sound fell, Yu Liancheng held a slender broken sword and swung it out casually.
But when he casually struck the sword, it was extremely tyrannical, and the sword energy flowed down like a mighty river.
Boom!
The tens of thousands of elite knights seemed to be able to hear the majestic echo of the rushing torrent, as if they were in the long river of sword energy, and the endless sword energy was like a towering raging wave, overwhelming the mountains and the sea. Not to mention the elite soldiers in front, even those far away could hear their hearts beating rapidly and couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
The sword energy seemed to be packed with tens of millions of powerful forces. Before it could be cut down, the entire ground began to tremble, bricks and stones flew horizontally, and countless fragments shot out.
"not good!
"
Yang Dongping, the deputy commander of the Royal Forest Army and a first-grade Vajra master, frowned.
This sword was directed at the position of the three hundred imperial guards where he was.
He had witnessed Emperor Murong Tong's city-breaking sword before. Even if the three hundred people behind him could block this sword energy, most of them would be killed or injured.
But he had no extra choice. At this time, the tens of thousands of troops had not yet gained a firm foothold. If the Imperial Forest Army retreated, the soldiers at the rear would be knocked away by this sword.
At that time, it will be extremely easy for the other party to fight or leave.
Correspondingly, it would be extremely difficult for them to trap each other and consume Yulian City's energy.
"Yang Dongping, a wild warrior from the old Dongyue countryside, asks for a fight. If he can fight with Murong Wudi, his life will be in vain."
As he spoke, Yang Dongping drew out the Yonghui Tianzi No. 17 imperial sword gifted by the late emperor. His energy surged throughout his body and he shouted loudly: "Welcome the enemy."
From behind Yang Dongping, three hundred Imperial Guardsmen drew their swords out of their sheaths at the same time, and their squealing sound was like a long snake, but it was filled with a desolate and tragic aura.
The Beiliang Army is not the only one in the world who is not afraid of death.
"kill!"
At Yang Dongping's sharp shout, three hundred imperial guards met the mighty sword light head-on.
Yang Dongping, who possesses the strength of the Vajra Realm, leads the way, and every step he takes sends a dull vibration on the ground.
The sword struck his head, and he met the sword light, but the stalemate lasted only for a moment before he was swept away by the mighty sword light and flew backwards like a rag doll, vomiting blood.
Immediately afterwards came a group of Imperial Guards behind them. The formation they had just formed was torn apart in an instant by a huge gap, killing most of them.
The power of a sword is so terrifying.
After being blocked by Yang Dongping and three hundred imperial guards, although the power of this sword has weakened a lot, it still cannot be underestimated.
Seeing the mighty sword energy rushing into the formation, an old man in green clothes appeared in front of the sword energy.
The old man was dressed in a green shirt, and he looked somewhat ethereal, but he was covered in swords, eighteen in total. If you don't know, you might think that the old man is a down-and-out sword seller.
It is said that there is a strange swordsman in the world. Every time he fights with others, he only makes one move. After one move, he will never use this move again in this life, let alone touch the sword.
This person is Song Nianqing, the leader of Dongyue Jianchi Sect.
Song Nianqing became the head of the Dongyue Jianchi family at a young age. Every time he dueled with others, he always used one sword and one move.
of course there are exceptions.
For example, when Zeng Ye went to Emperor Wu's City, he brought twelve swords with him and used twelve sword moves.
As for the result, there is no need to say more, it is just a few seconds before Wang Laogai is invincible in the world.
But this time, Song Nianqing came with eighteen swords.
With a "choking" dragon roar, Song Nianqing had already pulled out one of the swords, with the long sleeves of his green shirt fluttering. He stepped on it, crushing the hard stone slab, and handed out the sword slowly.
This sword is far from shocking. In the eyes of a layman, it will only be considered ridiculous. It is like a child who has just started to practice swordsmanship. He chooses an heavy sword without knowing it and reluctantly staggers around with it. . But if you are a person with excellent swordsmanship, you will be able to see the exquisiteness of the sword's moves, the mellow sword intention, and the majestic sword energy, which are rare in this world.
The long sword named "Zhao Dan" collided wildly with the sword energy, causing sparks to fly.
But unfortunately, compared with this sword energy, it is still far behind.
Song Nianqing flew backwards a distance of seven to eight feet and crashed into the crowd. There was a scream of broken bones and minced flesh. People bumped into others, and a full thirty or forty people suffered a terrible disaster.
In the end, Wu Jian, the ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, took action. He controlled eight hundred swords and hit the sword energy crazily, breaking more than two hundred pieces, and finally defeated the sword energy.
After seeing the power of Emperor Murong Tong, all the generals in Liyang looked very ugly, but they quickly came to their senses. No matter what kind of master they face, this is Tai'an City.
They need to protect Tai'an City with their lives.
"Gather your troops and attack."
Following a general's shout, the prepared formation of tens of thousands of soldiers instantly unfolded. Hundreds of masters responded with agitation, each responsible for an area, drawing the power of tens of thousands of people to form an airtight whole.
Chilling, terrifying, majestic...an astonishing momentum began to spread. Just looking at it with your eyes gave people a thrilling feeling.
"Charge!"
"Charge!"
"Charge!"
Boom!!
The next moment, amid the thunderous sound of horse hooves, tens of thousands of soldiers rushed towards Yulian City in waves, causing the ground to tremble.
Emperor Murong Tong had a magnificent record of defeating the 100,000 Beimang army by one man. Even though this record was mixed with a lot of water, it was enough to prove how terrifying it was.
Even though his strength is currently weakened by Qin Tianjian's formation, he is still the top figure in the world.
Regardless of the final outcome, the soldiers at the forefront will undoubtedly die.
But they didn't hesitate at all and charged forward without hesitation.
Is the Beiliang Army the only one in the world who is not afraid of death?
"Li Chungang has a style of 'Rolling Dragon Wall' that I like very much. The invisible sword energy is hidden underground and emerges from the surface. The sword energy lingers around each other and rolls forward. No matter what is blocking the front, it will be crushed to pieces."
Facing the impact of thousands of soldiers, Yulian City remained calm and inserted the broken sword into the ground. The strands of sword energy spread instantly and were hidden underground.
Boom!
As he raised the long sword in his hand, the sword energy hidden in the ground exploded instantly. It was like a real dragon rolling underground, causing the ground to tremble.
But in an instant, the ground over a hundred feet in radius was shattered, and smoke and dust flew into the air.
The soldiers within a hundred feet were trapped deep in the broken ground, making it difficult to move due to the roar of people and horses. There were also a handful of soldiers who were hit by the spilled sword energy, dripping with blood, and died tragically. The soldiers a hundred feet away were unable to stop charging for a while, but instead caused the most serious casualties so far.
"We are all Zhongyuan Erlang. I don't want you to die here. I hope you can die outside the pass and die in the fight with Beimang."
Yu Liancheng seemed to be mumbling to himself, his voice was dull, but it was full of strange power, making people involuntarily obey and believe. The fighting spirit was greatly reduced for a while.
All right.
Compared with this reason, a more important reason is that under the suppression of the large formation, it is very labor-intensive to kill all the tens of thousands of elites.
On the contrary, it has become extremely difficult for Emperor Murong Tong to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth.
At the same time, there were still several troublesome people in the capital that he needed to deal with.
Therefore, if you can save some effort, you will naturally save more.
"These are just soldiers. They are loyal to their duties. But you people in the world, who obviously don't care about your business, but still want to get involved in this matter, should be beaten seriously."
After saying this, Emperor Murong Tong flashed and appeared in front of Song Nianqing, the leader of Dongyue Jianchi Sect.
Song Nianqing was adjusting his breath, but as one of the best swordsmen in the world, his reaction was not slow.
I saw him pointing his sword forward, and the remaining seventeen swords were like a long dragon, with the tail of the sword next to the tip of the sword, one sword after another, flying towards Yulian City. It seems to be the same sword movement, but each sword is different, explaining the different perceptions of swordsmanship by this master of swordsmanship.
Facing the seventeen sword thrusts, Yu Liancheng bent and pointed at the tip of the first sword to pop out, condensing an extremely essence of shattering power at his fingertips.
when!
After a crisp sound, the long sword named "White Head" exploded from the tip to the tail. It then spreads from the tail of the sword to the tip of the second sword, then explodes from the tip of the sword, to the tail of the sword, and so on...
In just one breath, seventeen world-famous swords exploded one after another and turned into powder.
And every time the long sword exploded, Song Nianqing's face turned pale. When the last long sword exploded, his entire face was as pale as paper, with almost no trace of blood, and he staggered.
But there was still a ray of shattering power left. At the moment when the hilt of the last long sword exploded, it shot into Song Nianqing's chest with lightning speed.
As a result, Song Nianqing's chest was instantly wet with blood, and there was a lake in front of him. He fell heavily. The last words he heard before he fell into coma were vaguely: "Before the second Liangmang war, you Dongyue Sword Pool killed the Beimang cavalry." Ten thousand people, otherwise they will be removed from the world."
Following Song Nianqing's footsteps was Wu Jian, the ancestor of the Wu family's sword tomb.
Last year, when the six kings entered the capital and appointed princes and kings, in order to prevent Cao Changqing from causing trouble, the ancestors of the Wu family were ordered to guard one side of the palace with eight hundred swords.
Unfortunately, Cao Qingyi still broke in.
Recently, under the arrangement of the imperial court, the ancestor of the Wu family came to Beijing again, this time to deal with Emperor Murong Tong, the best in the world.
In fact, the Wu family sword tomb was influenced by the previous Wu family sword crown, that is, Wu Su, the princess of Beiliang, and was more inclined to Beiliang.
However, Liyang was so powerful that apart from the few Jianghu forces in Wudang Mountain who were located in the four states of Beiliang, there were a few others who were able to reject the request of the Liyang Dynasty.
The ancestor of the Wu family moved his fingers together, and the remaining six hundred long swords flew towards Yulian City in a mighty manner, with a faint look of excitement on his old face.
For some reasons, he was unable to go to the Huishan Snow Festival in time.
The ancestors of the Wu family have always wanted to find opportunities to compete with this undisputed number one in the world.
Of course, he also knew that this so-called contest was mostly because he was dismissed by the opponent's three moves and two moves.
But unfortunately, the ancestor of the Wu family still guessed wrong.
Yu Liancheng only used one move.
More directly, a punch.
This punch seemed to come out "slowly", but it was surprisingly fast. There was nothing surprising at first, just like an ordinary farmer punching. But as the fist was slowly pushed out, it seemed to get bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, it was like a mountain of fists coming over. The strong wind roared, covering the sky and the sun, filling the entire field of vision.
Everything in the world seemed to become insignificant in front of this punch.
Including the six hundred flying swords.
In an instant, three hundred handles were broken.
In another instant, another three hundred handles were broken.
The last punch hit the ancestor of the Wu family in the chest.
The ancestor vomited blood and flew out, and heard the same sentence before falling into coma, but it was much shorter.
"Kill 20,000 Beimang cavalry."
After Yulian City killed or injured the martial arts masters, and was about to leave, the group of immortals from Qintianjian finally came.
"presumptuous!"
One of them stood in the middle, and an immortal wearing golden armor could be vaguely seen in the sleeves of his wide robe. He frowned and gave a cold shout.
He glanced at the soldiers around him who had lost all fighting spirit, and suddenly turned into a ball of golden light and exploded, rushing towards Yang Dongping, the deputy commander of the Royal Forest Army who had trained himself to have a golden body.
Yang Dongping, who was seriously injured and looked gloomy, was possessed by the immortal for a moment, and his whole body suddenly shone with golden light.
His eyes glanced at Emperor Murong Tong again, and a hint of coldness flashed at the corner of his mouth.
"Yang Dongping" did not choose the sword as a weapon. He reached out and grabbed it casually in the air, and a golden spear filled with purple electricity appeared in his hand. The sound of the gun was painted with obscure Taoist cloud patterns.
"Yang Dongping" stepped forward with a powerful momentum. The spear in his hand broke through the air and pierced Emperor Murong Tong's forehead like a golden-armored war god.
Yu Liancheng raised his hand lightly, spread out his fingers, and grabbed the golden spear. Despite the impact of purple electricity, he remained motionless.
"Yang Dongping" frowned and tried to smash the mortal's head with a sweeping gesture of sweeping thousands of troops, but the spear did not move. Under the vibration of the energy, the golden armor and stomach, which symbolized the power of the immortal, trembled.
Yu Liancheng increased his strength with his five fingers, and the golden spear suddenly made a loud bang, and was unexpectedly crushed by him. Then he threw it casually, and the tip of the spear turned into a golden light, piercing the shoulder of "Yang Dongping" and taking him flying out. Just as it was about to hit the ground, the golden light all over its body dissipated very quickly.
A bright white rainbow rose and swept rapidly towards the sky.
I came from heaven and I go to heaven.
What can mortals do to me?
Unfortunately, he met Emperor Murong Tong.
This man is the best in the world who kills land gods like he kills dogs.
A subtle sword light suddenly flew out from the sleeves, and instantly caught up with the bright white rainbow, and then the sword light suddenly nailed the white light, causing it to fall to the ground at a faster speed.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the previously aloof immortal fell at the foot of Yulian City, with "Li Jing" nailed on his forehead.
"Shu Zi, how dare you..." The immortal gritted his teeth, never had he been looked down upon by a mortal like this.
Just as the three immortals holding the Yulei Sword, the Lotus Crown on their heads, and the Qi White Crane seemed to be starting to rescue them, Yu Liancheng stepped heavily on the immortal's face. Because the force of this kick was too great, the immortal immediately turned into gold. The air flow collapsed and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"First."
Yu Liancheng seemed to be mumbling to himself.
…
"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.
