Chapter 204: Still Hearing the Pipa Music in My Ears [First Update, Please Subscribe]
Thunder fell from the sky and struck the Baiyujing Pavilion.
This surprised many practitioners. Lu Changkong and others rushed over from outside the island without even bothering to look for a boat. They simply and roughly walked on the waves and landed on the island in the middle of the lake.
They arrived at the Baiyujing Pavilion and felt relieved when they saw Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the railing, listening to the snow and drinking plum wine.
They were really afraid that Lu Fan would be struck by lightning and something would happen.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Lu Changkong breathed a sigh of relief.
The power of heaven and earth brings an indescribable sense of oppression and terror to the people of the world.
Although Lu Changkong knew that Lu Fan was very powerful, but for a mortal to fight against the might of heaven and earth...it didn't seem real enough no matter how he thought about it.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Lu Fan's calm voice suddenly lingered in everyone's ears.
On the Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan's mind moved, and another reward automatically emerged in his mind, the body movement technique "Thunder Art".
"The Thunder Movement Technique is a mid-level Xuan-level body magic technique that is as fast as thunder and moves as fast as the wind."
The system does not provide much introduction to the martial arts, but the body technique, as the name suggests, is an advanced version of the light skill.
While practicing the "Thunder Art", Lu Fan felt that ten strands of his spiritual energy were consumed in an instant.
A bright light suddenly blossomed in his eyes.
Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of thunder.
The azure blue thunder left a crackling sound in the air.
However, Lu Fan's figure had disappeared in the Baiyujing Pavilion. When he reappeared, he appeared under the Baiyujing Pavilion with blue lightning.
The speed was like that of a ghost, wrapped in thunder, and seemed like that of a god.
Everyone was shocked. Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao, two practitioners who had perfected their body, were so frightened that their scalps went numb.
Because they couldn't even capture how Lu Fan moved.
"Young Master's strength...has improved again!"
Ning Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling.
Even someone as strong as the Young Master does not stop practicing and is working hard to increase his strength, so how can she be lazy?
Nie Zhangqing and others also thought so.
People were more amazed at the thunder that erupted when Lu Fan moved. Was Lu Fan utilizing the power of heaven and earth?
"I'm fine."
Lu Fan looked at Lu Changkong, who looked worried, and smiled.
He leaned on a wheelchair, his white shirt fluttering. The snow clouds were dispersed because of a thunder punishment.
But now, the thunder punishment has disappeared, and the snow clouds are beginning to gather slowly again.
"Father, this thing is called 'spiritual fluid'. It is formed by highly compressed spiritual energy. It is purer than spiritual energy and has a better effect on cultivation."
Lu Fan raised his hand.
In the palm of his hand, a drop of spiritual liquid was floating like a crystal tear.
Lu Fan waved lightly, and the spiritual liquid floated towards Lu Changkong.
In the process of floating.
Lu Fan waved gently towards the peach tree in the distance.
Peach petals flew over.
It's like a drop of rain falling on peach petals, crystal clear.
A petal of peach blossom carries spiritual liquid.
Lu Changkong stretched out his hand and took the drop of spiritual liquid.
Just by feeling it, one can discover the extremely pure spiritual energy contained in this spiritual liquid.
Lu Changkong entered the body's storage. With the help of this spiritual liquid, the time required to temper the five internal organs would be greatly reduced.
Ning Zhao, Nie Zhangqing and others looked on with envy.
Lu Fan's gaze shifted sideways and fell on them.
"There is not much spiritual liquid. Whoever among you evolves attribute spiritual energy first will be given a drop of spiritual liquid by me, so work hard."
Lu Fan said.
Ning Zhao and Nie Zhangqing's faces turned stern. They knew that Lu Fan was talking to them.
Spiritual fluid...there is no doubt that it is definitely a good thing.
The product of compressed spiritual energy will definitely be more efficient in practicing than spiritual energy.
Ni Yu took the blame and looked at the peach petal in Lu Changkong's hand and the drop of azure blue, crystal clear spiritual liquid on the peach petal. He couldn't help swallowing.
It seems... pretty good.
Ni Yu remembered that Lu Fan and she seemed to have a bet.
She thought, if she could reach the third floor, why not replace the special recipe that the master promised to reward her with this spiritual liquid? It looked like nectar, and it tasted delicious.
Thinking of this, Ni Yu suddenly became motivated.
Lu Fan waved his hand, and everyone bowed and retreated. They left the island in the middle of the lake again and headed towards Beiluoxi Mountain.
On the island.
After everyone left, Lu Fan opened his hand. There were ten spiritual weed seeds in his palm.
Lu Fan was no stranger to spiritual weed seeds. The first time he had them was with chrysanthemum seeds, and the second time was with peach blossom seeds...
What will happen the third time? With a start, he began to investigate.
The seeds in his hand were called [Bamboo Section Thirty-two], which made Lu Fan raise his eyebrows slightly. Compared with the Chaotian Chrysanthemum and the Green Peach, this time's spiritual weed seeds seemed to be more interesting.
There are ten seeds in total, which are needle-shaped and emit a faint fragrance.
"Bamboo rice?"
Bamboo also has seeds, and bamboo seeds are the essence of the bamboo forest. After the bamboo flowers bloom and produce bamboo seeds, the bamboo forest dies in large areas.
Holding ten grains of bamboo rice, Lu Fan did not continue planting in the direction of the chrysanthemum and peach. Instead, he walked along the island in the middle of the lake, came to the back of the island, and spread the bamboo rice.
Ten grains of bamboo rice surround the Master's tomb.
The sloppy scholar Kong Nanfei looked at Lu Fan with some fear.
Meng Haoran was a little curious.
Mo Tianyu remained silent, holding three bronze treasures in his hands.
After the sowing was completed, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair. Because his soul strength was 608, although it had not yet reached the transformation of 1000 points, he was able to condense six spiritual consciousnesses. 100 points of soul strength could condense one spiritual consciousness.
And 100 physical strength can condense 1 drop of god and demon blood.
Lu Fan has not yet researched the function of this divine and demonic blood.
His spiritual consciousness was mobilized, and spiritual energy gathered around Lu Fan like a vortex.
Grab with bare hands.
The water on the island in the middle of the lake turned into water dragons and gathered together.
A drop of spiritual liquid fell into the water dragon, and it immediately soaked it.
Scattered in the place where Lu Fan sowed...
soon.
In the cold winter.
There are green shoots emerging from the snow, growing bigger and bigger...
It transformed into ten tender green bamboos. As the bamboos continued to grow, the number of nodes reached thirty-two, just as the bamboo was named [Thirty-two Joints].
Moreover, as the bamboo becomes more mature, its color changes from light green to dark green, then to dark green... and finally, it even turns a little purple.
There are ten clumps of bamboo forests, with dense bamboo leaves hanging down and making rustling sounds. The bamboos are tinged with lavender and swaying, emitting rich spiritual energy.
Meng Haoran was stunned.
The only word left in my heart was surprise.
Look at this bamboo, it is so tall and straight!
…
Wangtian City.
The heavy snow was floating in the sky, as if it was filled with lead, so dull and depressing that it made people feel breathless.
The atmosphere in the city had already become extremely tense. The elite soldiers of the Great Zhou leaned against the city wall, holding their weapons tightly.
The flying snow obscured everyone's vision, making it impossible for them to see the movements of the Xiliang army outside Wangtian City.
However, compared to Tong'an City, the defenders of Wangtian City were under much greater pressure because they were facing the Lord of Xiliang, Overlord Xiang Shaoyun.
He was a top-notch cultivator of the time, who once rode alone on horseback and was unrivaled in the Beijun army of Tan Tai Xuan.
Although that was not an era for practitioners, there were not many practitioners who could do this.
The Overlord is absolutely worthy of the title of the strongest man in the world.
Therefore, the pressure on Wangtian City can be imagined.
Among all the defensive cities, Wangtian City is not the strongest, but Wangtian City managed to withstand the pressure in the beginning.
But now, facing the Xiliang army, coupled with the current enthusiasm for attacking Zhou, the pressure on Wangtian City is much greater than before.
On the city wall.
The Lord of Wangtian City looked much older.
He looked at the five Black Dragon guards wearing black light armor in the distance, but did not dare to speak.
The Thirteen Black Dragons are now notorious in the imperial capital.
And this time, there were five of them coming together, which was enough to show how much importance the Great Zhou attached to the Overlord.
The air was filled with coldness and solemnity.
The Lord of Wangtian City was wearing armor, but he still couldn't block the biting cold.
His body shuddered, and he suddenly missed the days when he drank tea and listened to pipa music in the teahouse.
Unfortunately, they can never go back. The Hongchen Teahouse has long been disbanded. When Lu Dongxuan left, he even took the plaque with him, without leaving any thoughts for them.
Exhaling a breath of hot air, the Lord of Wangtian City did not choose to retreat.
Today, the Great Zhou is lawless, and the young emperor even uses human lives to feed the black dragon. The mayor of Wangtian City just wanted to leave.
But after thinking about it, I gave up.
After all, he has been the city lord for decades. Wangtian City is one of the defensive cities of the Great Zhou, so he still has to fulfill his obligations.
Therefore, he did not choose to lay down his arms and return to the countryside, nor did he choose to retreat.
We have to fight.
He looked through the drifting snow curtain at the Xiliang army in the distance.
The Lord of Wangtian City suddenly smiled.
It is not a loss to be able to fight with a contemporary warrior like Overlord. At least, at the end of life, there will be something to talk about.
If I'm lucky enough not to die, I can still brag about it when I drink tea with those old guys in the future.
He raised his hand, and a snowflake fell into his palm and melted into snow water.
The city walls began to shake.
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The ground was shaking violently, and the air was filled with coldness and murderous intent.
The Xiliang cavalry finally launched an siege on the city.
They did not make a noise in the night, nor did they shout and kill to break the silence. They were like a silent oppression, coming slowly on the thick snow.
The air seemed to be compressed into a cube, pressing on the hearts of every defender of Wangtian City.
"Guard them all! Anyone who slacks off will be killed without mercy!"
A Black Dragon guard wearing black light armor said coldly.
Under his command.
The defenders drew their longbows one by one.
Boom, boom, boom! The sound of the war drums suddenly exploded, as if the snow on the ground was blown into white rice grains.
The white snow falling from the sky was shattered by the sound of the drums.
The shouts and cries of killing were like thunder from the ground, exploding suddenly! When the light of dawn tore through the thick snow clouds, shone on the snow curtain, and sprinkled on the walls of Wangtian City.
The defenders loosened their hands that were pulling on the tail-feather arrows.
Thousands of arrows flew down from the sky.
Under the Wangtian City, where white snow gathered, the Xiliang army waved their shields, held them against their heads, and advanced slowly.
Countless arrows hit the shield, sending out sparks.
However, all the arrows were blocked.
The Xiang family army, an army of cultivators, was running at the front. There was a wisp of spiritual energy in their qi dan. Facing the arrows falling from the sky, they waved the long axes in their hands to block the attack of the arrows.
Their target was the city gate, which they wanted to break down.
On the city wall.
The Black Dragon Guards changed their defense line.
The Black Dragon Guards are equipped with exquisite special longbows that can shoot arrows with extremely strong penetrating power.
Arrows wrapped in spiritual energy whizzed down.
It penetrated the shield of the Xiliang army, pierced through the body of a soldier, and nailed him to death in the snow.
The blood sprayed on the face of another soldier, which aroused the bloodiness of the Xiliang soldiers. They roared and continued to charge forward.
The Overlord stood on his chariot, carrying a halberd on his back. His chariot was pulled by three tall black-maned horses.
In the light of dawn, I looked at the Black Dragon Guards on the top of the Wangtian City Tower.
The Overlord curled his lips slightly.
He yanked the reins in his hand.
The three black-maned horses suddenly neighed and galloped away at full speed.
The sound of horse hooves exploded, stirring up the snow and mud on the ground.
The Overlord stood on the chariot, like a black lightning, rushing towards the towering walls of Wangtian City.
The Xiliang army made way for the Overlord to move forward.
On the city wall.
The eyes of a Black Dragon guard flashed with brilliance.
“Get out of the way!”
He pushed aside a guard, and several ordinary guards came over carrying a large bow. The bow was nearly two people tall, with a taut bowstring.
The Black Dragon Guard grinned.
The long bow was placed against the parapet of the city wall, and one foot was raised and stepped on the longbow.
After nocking the arrow, he leaned back and immediately pulled the bow to its full length. The spiritual energy in his Qi Dan surged like the roar and boiling of a ferocious beast.
The bow and arrow were aimed at the Overlord standing on the chariot.
The blood of this Black Dragon guard was boiling.
He straightened his body, roared, and shot out the arrow.
The sound of sonic boom resounded, and the flying snow was shattered by this arrow! The terrifying speed exceeded all other arrows, and it was more penetrating than a crossbow arrow. It was wrapped in spiritual energy and rushed straight to the Overlord on the chariot.
On the chariot, the Overlord raised his head.
The face beneath the armor was cold, arrogant and domineering.
Faced with this arrow, he looked at it with disdain.
He didn't block with an axe or even a shield. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the arrow.
Boom! The snow all over the ground exploded.
The Overlord caught the arrow that was coming at him at high speed with one hand. The spiritual energy contained in the arrow created a huge force, and Bai Xue rushed up with shock.
However, such an arrow was caught by the Overlord, and his hand remained motionless, as if cast in steel.
"The Thirteen Black Dragon Armors are just trash."
Overlord said calmly.
With a squeeze of the hand, the arrowhead exploded.
The chariots have arrived at the city.
The Overlord jumped up, and above his body, whirlpools of spiritual energy emerged one after another. There were actually four whirlpools of spiritual energy in total.
There was a roar, like that of a raging wild beast, and the snow on the city wall was shaken off.
Many defenders were so frightened that they sat down on the city walls, losing all will to fight.
The Overlord waved his halberd, black evil spirit wrapped around his body, and his hair fluttered like a god or demon.
An axe struck hard on the gate of Wangtian City.
The bolt of the city gate made a click, let out a wail as it could not bear the weight, and then exploded.
The Overlord kicked the city gate and it collapsed.
At the gate of the city, the Overlord held the long axe, slowly turned his head, and swung it fiercely.
After a moment's silence, the Xiliang army let out a terrifying roar.
The Xiliang army rushed into Wangtian City.
A bloody battle broke out instantly.
The defenders of Wangtian City were not very motivated to begin with, and under the attack of the powerful Xiliang army, they were immediately defeated.
On the city wall.
The Lord of Wangtian City looked at the city gate that was broken in an instant and smiled bitterly.
He glanced at the Thirteen Black Dragon Guards, whose faces turned pale as they withdrew from the other end of the city wall with the Black Dragon Guards without continuing the battle, and sneered.
He drew the sword from his waist, adjusted the helmet on his head, and shook off the snow on his armor.
Go down the city wall step by step.
The Great Zhou was without justice.
However, he is still the lord of Wangtian City.
Behind him, the defenders followed him.
The Lord of Wangtian City looked at the burly figure standing in the human body, raised the sword in his hand, and roared suddenly.
"kill!"
"Guard the sky!"
The Lord of Wangtian City roared.
With his blood boiling, he rushed towards the Overlord, sword in hand.
Even though he was stabbed several times by the practitioners of Xiang family army.
The Lord of Wangtian City was covered in blood. He climbed up from the ground, his eyes fixed on the Overlord.
Keep moving forward.
Overlord waved his hand, and the Xiang army that was ready to take action immediately withdrew.
The Lord of Wangtian City rushed to the front of the Overlord, stumbling and stumbling with blood shed.
The Lord of Wangtian City was covered with wounds and bleeding.
The sword pressed against the Overlord's armored chest, but couldn't penetrate.
The Lord of Wangtian City smiled.
Indistinctly, he seemed to be sitting in a teahouse, with his legs crossed, still hearing the pipa music in his ears, gently waving his hands to the rhythm, sipping the misty hot tea, and laughing and cursing with the old guys...
His helmet had been lost long ago and his hair was disheveled.
He was the lord of Wangtian City. When the city was captured... he never retreated.
The Overlord looked at the Lord of Wangtian City with a complicated expression.
He raised his hand and gently patted the city lord's shoulder.
The latter immediately fell to his knees on the ground helplessly, with snow flying all over the place.
However, the city lord's eyes were dim and lifeless, with all life gone. He lowered his head, and blood kept dripping from his mouth, dyeing the white snow of Wangtian City red.
One of the six defensive cities of the Great Zhou imperial capital.
Wangtian City was broken.
(It was written as Zuilongcheng before, which is wrong. It should be Wangtiancheng. It has been modified.) Thanks to Agago for 11,000 coins, Shuyouge for 10,000 coins, and 龘驪 (the author has little education and cannot understand these two words) for 10,000 coins, as well as many book friends for their rewards~ Thank you very much~ (End of this chapter)