Chapter 651: Welcome, Old Heavenly Master! (5k)

Outside the border town, the Liao people army was facing the towering city walls, and in the center were powerful men fighting.

However, no matter which side, most of the attention was still focused on Zhao Duan and Po Yun.

"Death is certain?" The tall and handsome "First Warrior" was stunned for a moment. His pale golden eyes turned a little colder, but the corners of his mouth curled up: "Just you?"

Zhao Duan asked, "Isn't that enough?"

Po Yun sneered and said:

"You really think that just because you luckily killed a celestial being who advanced through secret techniques, you can challenge me? You are too naive."

He looked down at Zhao Duan from a high position, raised his right arm, pointed a finger at him, and said in a commanding tone:

"You have no idea how powerful our warriors are. However, I like arrogant people, because killing them is refreshing enough...ah!"

When Poyun uttered the last word, his body suddenly expanded!

He was already over two meters tall, and at this moment, his joints were crackling, his muscles were stretching, and thick black air was spewing out of his pores, coiling around his legs, arms, chest and back...

Then, these black air were imprinted on the skin, forming dense patterns.

Po Yun's pupils became more and more golden. He had no weapons on his body, and his fists and feet were his weapons.

As his body swelled due to the stimulation of his Qi and blood, a terrifying aura spread.

"Take my punch!"

Poyun let out a long roar, suddenly pulled his right arm back, tore the air with his elbow, and punched out with a sharp explosion!

The moment the fist was thrown, it appeared in front of Zhao Duan's face.

So fast!

Zhao Duan was shocked, and for the first time he clearly felt the horror of the bloodline physical skills of the Liao warriors.

The punch was as fast as lightning, leaving him almost no time to react. Poyun seemed to appear in front of him in an instant, and he only had time to raise the sword horizontally to protect his chest.

"Bang!"

His fist struck the blade of the sword so hard that this ancient magical weapon uttered a wail as if it could not bear the weight, and the blade bent.

Immediately, it bounced back in an instant, and this powerful punch force was transmitted completely to Zhao Duan, as if he was hit by a mountain or a ship in the sea hit an iceberg.

The golden glow on Zhao Duan's body spread throughout his body in response to the stress, and he was knocked back several feet like a cannonball by this huge force. His legs stomped on the ground one after another to relieve the force.

When he finally stood firm, his blood boiled, his face flushed slightly, his hands felt numb, and he looked sternly at Poyun who was smiling at him.

At this moment, he finally understood how powerless Yuxiu and Jinjian were when they faced Tuoba Wei in La Garden.

monster!

After being empowered by Laba, the Liao people's physique has surpassed that of humans. With a single punch or kick, they can split mountains and crack rocks.

"Is that all you can do?" Po Yun said disdainfully, "This isn't enough to kill me...ah!"

"Bang!"

As he spoke, the second punch came flashing!

Every punch he threw seemed to hit the target instantly.

But this time, the fist hit nothing and Zhao Duan just managed to avoid it. The fist grazed his head and shattered his hair crown, leaving his scattered black hair fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Duan said nothing, and a flash of bright knife light swept towards Poyun's arm, but it was like a drop in the ocean, unable to advance an inch.

Po Yun smiled defiantly, suddenly clenched his fists and hammered at Zhao Duan's temples, but with a "clang" sound, his fists hit the surface of a suddenly spreading illusory golden bell.

Buddhism's Golden Bell!

On the top of the city wall, Gongsun no longer beat the drum, but watched the battle nervously with the other generals.

However, Po Yun's power was like a basin of cold water, pouring heavily on everyone's hearts.

In their sight, Zhao Duan and Po Yun were fighting each other. In just a few breaths, they had fought for more than ten rounds.

But it was overwhelmingly one-sided.

Po Yun didn't seem to use any magic, but just punched and kicked, and struck again and again, and he suppressed his own commander.

Zhao Duan could only rely on the protective glow and the golden bell to protect himself, and occasionally strike back with a sword, but it was difficult to be effective.

"Not good! The enemy chief seems to be more powerful than the governor."

"Is that the first warrior of the Liao people?"

“Is this still a human?”

"If this guy strikes with all his strength, I'm afraid he could shatter the city gate..."

The generals looked grim, no longer as excited as before.

Gongsun bit her red lips tightly and remained silent. With her keen eyesight, she could naturally see that the cultivation levels of both parties might not be much different on the surface.

But there is a gap in actual combat power.

"This Po Yun is indeed as my husband suspected, comparable to a half-step celestial being... maybe even stronger! And the governor has only recently entered the high-level realm..."

"Unless the governor can reproduce the method he used to kill Prince Jing with a hammer..."

Gongsun's thoughts were in turmoil, but even though she didn't know the details, she understood that even if such a method could be used, it would inevitably come at a huge cost.

Looking at the other people fighting, one can only say that each of them has their own strengths and weaknesses, but even those who have the advantage, such as Zhao Shixiong... cannot spare the time to support Zhao Duan in a short time.

"Shut up!"

Gongsun suddenly shouted, ordering the surrounding officers to speak ill of the enemy. Her eyes were sharp:

"With a commander-in-chief's talent and wisdom, how could he fight an unprepared battle? Anyone who shakes the morale of the army again, I will deal with it on behalf of the general!"

For a moment, everyone around was silent, and at this moment, someone whispered:

“Look!”

…

Under the city wall.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Duan's forehead, the internal force in his qi sea was evaporating wildly, and his blood was churning all over his body, but his eyes were unusually calm.

The combination of the Martial God's way and the Buddhist body protection method ensures that even if he withstands the punches and kicks of a Half-Step Heavenly Being, he will not be beaten to death.

However, facing the opponent's fierce attack, he found it difficult to organize an effective counterattack.

"It's just half a step difference, is it so huge?"

Zhao Duan couldn't help but recall the several times he had encountered half-step celestial beings along the way.

I secretly sighed in my heart:

I thought that after I had achieved perfection in the world, the distance between us would be shortened, but now it seems that we are still far away.

"Back then, when the second brave warrior named Man Gu faced Old Zhang, he was probably much more powerless than I am now, right?"

"At least I was still able to hold on, but he was killed with just one finger..."

Zhao Duan still had the mind to think about other things, but his hands did not stop. He faced the terrifying high pressure again and again, squeezing every bit of strength in his body, and pushing his use of Qi to the extreme... However, he was reluctant to use the Dragon Soul.

Because from the beginning to the end, he had no intention of using Dragon Soul to resolve this battle.

At this moment, he seemed to be back to the time when he went to Daluo Island. Facing the oppression of the Drunken Sword Immortal, even though he knew he could not defeat him, he still resolutely faced the enemy. His purpose was to use the Drunken Sword Immortal's hand to temper himself.

This moment was no exception. No one knew that while Zhao Duan was defending himself in a panic, one of his eye sockets had turned silver.

Pei Niannu arrived silently, but did not use any magic. Instead, he borrowed his body and began to fight with Poyun.

If Zhao Duan's body is a game character, then at this moment, Pei Niannu took over this account and began to teach Zhao Duan how to tap his own potential.

"Huh?"

At first, Poyun was immersed in the pleasure of beating up "Emperor Yu", but slowly, he began to realize that something was wrong.

Zhao Duan on the opposite side was still passively taking the beating, like a ship about to capsize in a sea storm.

It will be swallowed by the sea at any moment.

But unfortunately...

No matter how hard Po Yun attacked, the opponent was stuck on the verge of collapse.

Once is a coincidence, twice is, three times... four times...

"What's going on?" Suspicion flashed through Poyun's golden eyes. "It feels like someone else has changed..."

Little did he know that the one he was fighting against had already been replaced by the greatest sorceress from six hundred years ago.

"We can't drag it on any longer!"

After Po Yun once again punched Zhao Duan away, his eyes turned cold, revealing an inhuman indifference:

"Since this is all you have, I'll just send you to death."

As he finished speaking, the black patterns on his body turned scarlet and he threw another punch.

However……

This time, the punch was extremely slow, not as fast as lightning as before.

But in Zhao Duan's perception, it was as if a mountain was pressing down, blocking all his space for escape.

"If you don't reveal your cards, you'll have to bear the consequences!"

Pei Niannu's voice disappeared, Zhao Duan's silver eye sockets returned to normal, and he regained perfect control of his body.

"That's not enough? I haven't learned enough yet..."

Zhao Duan complained, then sighed softly, "Well..."

He also raised his face, simply stood still, resumed his sword-holding posture, and calmly called out a name:

"Tuoba Weizhi!"

boom!

The moment the name was pronounced, Tuoba Weizhi, who had been trying his best to endure and was fighting with another Liaoren expert nearby, suddenly pricked up his ears under his hood.

She just gave a roundhouse kick, and with a "bang", the Liaoren master who was "on par" with her was kicked into a cloud of blood mist.

The man had already stopped in front of Zhao Duan, with an expressionless face, and also extended a slightly delicate fist towards Poyun.

At the same time, her black cloak was blown away by the wind, revealing her slightly dark skin, beautiful eyebrows, ink-black eyes, and long hair dancing in the wind.

"boom--"

The next moment, the two fists collided, and the entire battlefield seemed to be quiet for a moment.

With the intersection of the two fists as the boundary, the entire space seemed to vibrate, spreading out circles of ripples, and a black space crack could be vaguely seen.

"What?!"

The conceited smile on Poyun's face froze, his pupils shrank to a tiny dot as he felt the punch's power, which was equal to his own, and even... faintly stronger...

It was as if he had punched an iron mountain.

“Crack, crack…”

If you could see through the obstruction of flesh and blood, you could almost see at this moment that Poyun's bones were beginning to crack along his arms inward with tiny cracks.

His burly body collapsed, returning to his normal height, and he stood tall in a beautiful arc.

quiet!

The huge battlefield suddenly fell into silence.

The excited shouts of the Liao people army came to an abrupt end.

Gongsun and others on the city wall were also dumbfounded. They had never expected that the "maid" following the governor was so powerful?

Even Zhao Shixiong and others who were fighting nearby almost tacitly distanced themselves from their opponents and looked over in astonishment.

"Is this the priestess of La Garden? So terrifying?"

Zhao Shixiong's heart was shaken so much that he almost couldn't hold the Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand.

Although they had not fought, he vaguely realized that he was probably no match for this woman.

"Who is this? Zhao Duan's helper? Why have I never seen him before?"

Qi Yuchun was also shocked, and a feeling of panic arose in his heart.

The other side actually hid a strong man who can defeat Po Yun... Do we still have a chance of winning today?

The most shocked person was Po Yun who stumbled to the ground. He ignored his numb arms and stared at Tuoba Weizhi's expressionless face, saying in a lost voice:

"Priest Tuoba!"

As the strongest warrior in the tribe, he is one of the few people who knows the true appearance of the Layuan Priest.

But he never knew how powerful the Tuoba priest was, and only thought of him as a servant of God who was not good at fighting.

No……

The key point is not whether the priest is powerful or not, but...

"Why?!"

Po Yun couldn't understand it. He remembered that Bai Di had reported to him before that a thief had kidnapped the priest.

Now it seems that the thief is undoubtedly this Zhao, but... why would the priest in my own family, the high priest who serves the gods, help Zhao and punch me?

Not just him.

In the Liao people army, some of the tribesmen who heard him shout out this name were even more confused and couldn't believe it.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tuoba Weizhi simply turned his head and looked at Zhao Duan behind him, saying with some guilt:

"I'm sorry I was late and frightened my master."

Master... our own priest recognized the one with the surname Zhao as his master... Po Yun found it extremely absurd.

Zhao Duan smiled slightly and said calmly: "It's okay."

Then, he looked at Poyun with a smile and said:

"What did you say before? I didn't hear clearly."

Poyun's eyes were almost dark, but at this moment, Tuoba Weizhi had already turned around, bent his knees and lowered his waist, and the young priestess' body was surrounded by almost purple flames, and she rushed straight towards Poyun.

Po Yun responded hastily and fought with the girl.

The scene that happened immediately seemed like a replica of the previous one, except that this time, it was Tuoba Weizhi who was attacking violently, while the previously invincible Poyun became the one on the defensive in a mess.

Even those who are half a step away from becoming a god have different levels!

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if one compares purely their strength, the two are almost identical, with not much difference.

However, Tuoba Weizhi seemed to have "restraint" over Poyun. When Poyun responded to the challenge, he used illusory runes to appear between his brows several times and cast evil spells, but they had no effect on the priestess.

However, every time Tuoba Weizhi made a move, it seemed as if he was restraining and suppressing the power in Poyun's body.

Even if this suppression is not severe, it is enough to determine the outcome.

"Wow--"

When Po Yun was knocked away by Tuoba Weizhi again, he fell into the army like a waterfall, knocking down a group of Liao warriors.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and climbed up, his face ferocious. He looked up at Tuoba Weizhi standing in the air, veins bulging on his face, and roared:

"Set up the formation!!!"

At this moment, the tribesmen who had been in a daze suddenly woke up, and someone was the first to echo: "Form the formation!"

"Set up the formation!"

"Set up the formation!"

Amidst the wave after wave of shouts, all the Liao people knelt on the ground at the same time, raised their hands high, and chanted strange spells loudly.

A crack appeared between the eyebrows of every tribesman, and a red cloud rose.

Countless red clouds gathered together, and the sky was instantly dyed red, accompanied by lightning.

Tuoba Weizhi's attack paused, and for the first time, a hint of panic appeared on her expressionless face.

"What's going on?" Zhao Duan asked.

Tuoba Weizhi turned his head and said:

"They are offering sacrifices to the gods, hoping to summon them to come."

Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment and said:

"Didn't they say that Da Laba wouldn't leave Dajiang easily? Even Song Zhi can't control it?"

Tuoba Weizhi explained:

"The gods' true bodies will not leave, but what they summon through sacrifice is not their true bodies..."

Got it!

Zhao Duan was not unfamiliar with this common sense. Whether it was a righteous god or an evil god, they could be summoned by believers.

He had seen similar things more than once.

It was just that the "artificial god" Da Laba was really special, which made him ignore its "godlike" nature.

The other gods have no entity, but the man-made god Dalaba has a so-called "entity".

At the same time, it does not mean that Laba Festival cannot have its "incarnation" descend upon us.

"Are they going to offer sacrifices to summon the gods?"

At this time, the rest of the people also gathered together, looked up at the sky with jade sleeves, and whispered softly.

Jin Jian held the staff, his face tense:

"What should we do?"

Han Zhao rode the breeze over, looked up at the sky dyed red, and said quickly:

"Once Laba enters the territory of Yu State, it will be suppressed by the righteous gods. Moreover, these Yao people did not offer blood sacrifices, but only called out. The evil gods that descended in this way would not be very strong, and even the celestial beings might not have them..."

Zhao Shixiong hurried over with the Soul-Breaking Sword in hand:

"As for the pseudo-celestial being, I should be able to suppress him by joining forces with Tuoba Priest."

Is it just suppression?

Everyone felt heavy-hearted. If the gods could restrain the two strongest men on their side, would the remaining people be able to stop the powerful Liao people led by Poyun?

Han Zhao's expression changed, and he suddenly took out a six-sided dice from his sleeve and said thoughtfully:

"If all else fails, I can try rolling the dice. As long as the dice roll out 'lucky', everything will turn bad luck into good luck in the area I'm in, and everything will go smoothly..."

"don't want!"

Yuxiu and Jinjian's faces changed drastically, and they stopped him in unison, staring at the dice as if they were facing a great enemy, as if they were afraid that the fourth brother's hand would tremble and drop this ancient talisman on the ground.

Yuxiu gritted her teeth and said angrily:

"If you roll out 'evil', won't this place become a place of great misfortune? Will the whole city suffer with you?"

"I'm just saying... and I've always had good luck with gambling..."

Han Zhao reluctantly put the dice back into his sleeve.

Zhao Duan was also surprised by the two women's reactions. This thing seemed to be more "scary" than expected.

…

On the city wall.

Gongsun and others also saw the red clouds all over the sky, and the Laba that was about to appear in the red clouds amid the mysterious incantation.

Everyone was shrouded in red light, and the world seemed to be stained with blood.

“Oh no…”

Countless generals and soldiers were filled with despair. Could it be that this city could not be defended after all?

"Don't panic, since the commander-in-chief has taken action, he must have a plan..." Gongsun was still trying to stabilize the morale of the army.

The people around didn't say anything, but subconsciously looked at Zhao Duan under the city.

"What should we do? Should we fight or defend?" Zhao Shixiong asked in a heavy tone:

"The evil gods they summoned through sacrifice won't last long. If we fight and defend at the same time, we still have a chance to drive them back."

"Retreat?" Zhao Duan withdrew his gaze from Hongyun and said in surprise:

"I've gone to such great lengths today not to let the enemy retreat."

Everyone was stunned. In this situation, what other trump cards did the adults have?

"Have you forgotten?" Zhao Duan said with a half-smile:

"We are not the only ones who came to Yunfu."

The next second, as if fulfilled, everyone present was surprised to hear a frightened and angry roar from the hazy Laba in the sky.

then……

On the southern horizon, a vast, pure blue cloud was spreading at a terrifying speed.

Zhao Duan leaned on his sword and smiled: "Please come, Heavenly Master."

Zhang Yanyi is here!

(End of this chapter)