A figure like an iron tower stepped into the night sky, with three heads and six arms holding swords, spears, and halberds. His dark golden skin gleamed with metallic light, and his knotted muscles were full of mechanical beauty as if they were from the hands of a master sculptor.
The three heads have eyes like copper bells, wide mouths and big noses, and ferocious expressions. The overall image is like the hideous sculptures of evil gods in the temple.
The generals and soldiers fighting on the battlefield stopped at the same time and looked at the god-like and devil-like figure in horror.
The first master of the North, Tuoba Guanghe, appeared on the boiling battlefield, and the battlefield suddenly became quiet. Tuoba Guanghe looked down at the messy battlefield and looked at Fu Qingyang on the top of the city wall. "Yang Ce, it's surprising that the Southern Dynasty can produce a swordsman like you. You are a junior. I never bully the weak. How about this, I will take three of your swords, and if you can hurt me, I will withdraw my troops and cease fire."
The Demon Eye Heavenly King sneered and said, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why don't you waste your words? Old Tuoba, why don't you play with me?"
He saw through Tuoba Guanghe's sinister intentions at a glance. He first entered the scene in a high-profile manner to intimidate the Southern Dynasty's generals, and then proposed a bet. If Fu Qingyang did not agree, it would be tantamount to showing his cowardice. The defenders, who had already been intimidated by him, would surely lose morale when they saw that their Marshal Fang was timid. In the following internal siege, the Northern Dynasty would take advantage of it.
If Fu Qingyang agreed, it would be exactly what Tuoba Guanghe wanted. The ancient god of war had bronze skin and iron bones and was invulnerable to swords and spears. He also had the level advantage and could easily defend against the three swords of the eighth-level Yanshi.
You know, Yanshi's advantage does not lie in single combat, but in controlling his soldiers and native soldiers. The Demon Eye King is hinting to Fu Qingyang to refuse. If he is given another ten minutes, he will be able to severely injure or even kill Wanyan Batian. By then, it will not be difficult for the three overlords on their side to join forces to deal with Tuoba Guanghe.
Fu Qingyang's eyes swept across the soldiers on the city wall and across the enemy's eyes that were either expectant or provocative, and now all of them were focused on him.
Fu Qingyang stood proudly on the top of the city wall and held the hilt of the sword under the attention of everyone
The expressions of the King of Evil Eyes, Zhao Chenghuang and Tianxia Guihuo all changed.
Tuoba Guanghe raised his lips and said, "I won't hide!"
"You can't hide either!" Fu Qingyang said coldly, and with a rustling sound, the black cloak embroidered with gold thread fluttered behind the young marshal.
The aura of this early eighth-level Yanshi suddenly rose like an unsealed sword. The generals on both sides who were staring at Fu Qingyang felt a stinging pain in their eyes and tears welled up in their eyes, as if they were pricked by a tiny needle, and they couldn't help but look away.
After receiving the blessing of the cloak, Fu Qingyang opened the inventory and summoned the real sword Yanghan Tieyulong.
The marshal's ability to capture objects from thin air was a miracle in the eyes of the Southern Dynasty's soldiers.
His confidence surged at once, and Tuoba Guanghe said with a smile: "There is such a magical weapon in the world. From today on, it will be my trophy."
Fu Qingyang stepped on the top of the city wall, his cloak fluttering like a startled swan. Under the gazes of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, he soared into the sky and flew in front of Tuoba Guanghe, holding up the Chang sword.
As the sword with a cold glow was raised, the soldiers of both countries who were watching this scene suddenly felt despair at the same time. It seemed that the sword was slashing towards them, and they believed in their hearts that they could not dodge it.
"He can actually affect the emotions of the spectators. His skills are close to Taoism and have made great progress. Fu Qingyang is just as abnormal as Yuanshi, but abnormal in different senses." Lingjun muttered silently with trembling hands and feet.
Yulong slashed down with sword energy like a rainbow, but facing such a sharp sword, Tuoba Guanghe simply put together the spears, swords, halberds and other weapons in his eight arms to form a shield wall.
"boom!"
Fu Qingyang's Jade Dragon Sword slashed on the steel shield wall, and the sound it made was not the sharp sound of metal colliding but a thunder-like explosion.
This shows the abundant power contained in this sword.
Tuoba Guanghe was like a ball hit by a giant. He smashed into the ground like a comet and flew towards the Northern Dynasty army camp, causing a cloud of death dust to rise. The generals of both sides stared at the misty dust nervously.
“What a great swordsmanship! In the martial arts world of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, you, Yang Ce, are the best swordsman in the world.” Tuoba Guanghe’s laughter was accompanied by a loud bang that only death could hear, and he rushed out of the dust, intact.
The Northern Dynasty generals cheered as if relieved. Someone shouted, "The Juque Army is invincible and the eight-armed Tuoba controls the world."
In an instant, the shouts were deafening and loud.
The Southern Dynasty defenders were disappointed. Fu Qingxian ignored the shouting and opened his inventory to take out the soldier doll storage box he bought from Chang Lao of Jiange.
A heavy bronze box half a person's height fell to the ground and the lid opened. Fu Qingyang inserted the Jade Dragon Sword in front of him and moved his ten fingers to make black shadows jump out of the box.
Amid the sound of bronze colliding, more than a hundred bronze puppets appeared on the city wall.
With their heads drooping and their limbs shaky, they looked like puppets. Fu Qingyang flicked his finger and all the puppets raised their heads in unison, looking at Tuoba Guanghe with stiff and lifeless faces.
He raised his hand again and with a clanging sound, more than a hundred bronze soldiers rose into the sky, like locusts, like a rain of arrows, surrounding Tuoba Guanghe in the air.
Fu Qingyang pressed his hands on the bronze sword puppets that were holding high up in the sky, and suddenly hundreds of swords surged up and fired at the same time. Each sword contained abundant power, and each sword was a skill close to the Tao. Hundreds of swords were fired at the same time.
Tuoba Guanghe finally showed a solemn look. He dispersed the swords, spears, swords and halberds held by his eight arms and wanted to drop his eight arms in front of him to form four magic seals.
The solemn and pitch-black Dharma Seal of the Mingwang condensed behind him. The air around the Dharma Seal was slightly distorted, forming a closed sphere.
The bronze soldier's slashing blow fell.
"Ding-dong."
The bronze swords shattered one after another, and the sword energy contained in them was either rebounded by the air shield or dispersed in all directions due to the broken swords.
Part of the sword helium fell on the top of the city wall, creating a hole as deep as a finger. The rubble fell like rain, and the defenders on the top of the city wall covered their heads to avoid it.
Part of the sword energy fell at the foot of the city, and many Northern Dynasty soldiers were pierced by the sword energy without even having the chance to react, and fell to the ground in the blood mist.
When the storm-like storm ended, the soldiers of both armies finally dared to raise their heads and stop running, and they couldn't wait to look at Tuoba Guanghe.
At this glance, the attitudes of both sides reversed polarly. The faces of the Southern Dynasty defenders instantly dimmed, while the Northern Dynasty soldiers cheered. Tuoba Guanghe was intact.
"Invincible! Invincible!"
The inspiring roars were like thunder, and the people were like a tsunami. The morale of the Northern Dynasty soldiers was twisted into a force as powerful as a rainbow by these two swords.
Seeing this scene, the senior generals of the Southern Dynasty looked solemn and said, "If we can't attack the city, then we should attack the heart."
This is the reason why Tuoba Guanghe proposed the bet not to demonstrate his military power.
He only carried two swords, but he caused the defenders' morale to drop and the Northern Dynasty's army to become high-spirited.
Once he has guarded against the third sword, he will give the order for the army to attack the city and victory will be certain.
This top warrior in the North is not only a strong warrior, but also an outstanding general. The Demon Eye jumped onto the city wall and strode towards Fu Qingyang. He must dissuade this bet. Fu Qingyang's behavior is equivalent to breaking the morale of his own army.
He couldn't understand why Fu Qingyang, with his wisdom and calmness, would agree to Tuoba Guanghe's bet?
Lingjun stopped the Demon Eye King and said, "Don't bother the Marshal."
The Demon Eye King said coldly, "You are just a saint. You have no idea how terrifying the ninth-level ancient war god is."
Even if he had reached the pinnacle of the Bewitching Demon Eye, he would still be defeated by the ninth-level ancient war god. His spiritual power would be in chaos, and it would be useless to weaken the opponent because he could not break the defense at all.
Lingjun sighed: "I know he has no chance of winning, but you'd better not stop him."
"Why?" The Demon Eye King frowned.
"When you encounter corrupt officials or villains who bully men and women, can we stop you?" Lingjun asked back.
"Then you are seeking death."
"So." Ling Jun shrugged: "Everyone has character flaws. When faced with a companion's character flaws, you can only acknowledge them."
Ling Jun looked at Fu Qingyang standing on the city wall with an expressionless face and recalled his good friend's past. As the only son of the direct descendant of the Lingjing family, Fu Qingyang had a miserable childhood.
He was muddle-headed and had no obvious talent, which was still okay. But when he reached his teenage years, his aptitude in swordsmanship, fighting and physical fitness were average, and he could be called a "three-no" product of the Fu family. His aptitude in swordsmanship and fighting was so poor that he probably couldn't even get a character card.
How could a talented head of the family give birth to a loser who has nothing else to offer except a good-looking appearance?
The elders in the clan couldn't understand it anyway and sighed. The attitudes and comments of adults often affect children, so his peers in the clan began to laugh at him, laughing at the fact that the son of the head of the family would not be punished. Seeing that the older generation turned a blind eye, they gradually became more and more aggressive.
It went from ridicule to insults, and then to bullying, until one day, the stubborn boy picked up a wooden sword and broke the bones of all his peers who had bullied him.
Fight alone and never retreat!
This is Fu Qingyang's character flaw, and it is also the philosophy that keeps him going through the dark times.
Fu Jingyang did not take back the priceless soldier dolls. He watched them fall like rain and scatter under the city. The cheers of the Northern Dynasty army were sharp and piercing, just like the slander and ridicule he heard in his youth.
The first sword was the pinnacle of his single-target attack, and the second sword was his latest combined sword technique, which combined all his strength to hurt the enemy.
He drew out the Jade Dragon Sword and thought of the bruised and battered boy who had silently sworn an oath in front of the mirror: never retreat, even if he died!
The frustration of the two failed sword attacks overturned in his chest, and the ideals he had adhered to for many years boiled and roared, turning into an unstoppable and surging sword intent.
The spiritual energy in his body continued to flow into the magic weapon and he continued to overdraw his physical strength. Gray hair mixed with silver threads appeared on Fu Qingyang's temples, but he didn't care and continued to overdraw his strength.
"No retreat, no escape." He whispered to himself and threw out the Jade Dragon Sword.
A flash of cold light appeared between heaven and earth, and the universe was filled with sword energy. The cold light instantly pierced through Tuoba Guanghe's chest, passing through it so fast that the number one master in the North could not react. He lowered his head in shock and looked at his chest where blood was gushing out.
All the noise stopped, and there was silence inside and outside the city!
"Your Majesty, I am late in coming to your rescue! Please forgive me." Concubine Wan knelt on the ground.
Zhang Yuanqing staggered down and sat down, leaning over the table. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Killing enemies is tiring."
He looked at Lady Wan and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there are so many hidden talents in my harem. Although Zheng Longtu is a half-baked son of a noble family, his cultivation is not bad. I didn't expect that he couldn't even resist a single move from Lady Wan. It's really unfair for Lady Wan to be my concubine. Why don't you be the leader of statistics!"
Water deprivation is a skill that only a level 6 Plague God can control. In other words, this beautiful woman who can run horses on her arms corresponds to a level 6 Plague God.
Lady Wan said in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty, a woman like me is not worthy of being a leader. I only want to serve and protect Your Majesty in the palace."
With your physique and aura, you are more than capable of killing enemies in battle, let alone being a commander, Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.
Concubine Wan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I dare not hide it from your Majesty. In fact, I am a death warrior trained by the Queen Mother. My duty is to protect your Majesty in the harem."
The dead soil cultivated by the Queen Mother? No wonder the copy gave a hint. Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
It seems that the Queen Mother also knew that her son's incompetence made it difficult for him to become a wise ruler, so she arranged for Li Chang and Concubine Wan to be her bodyguards.
One is in the open, the other in the dark, protecting Zhao Shun at any time.
These two characters were my support before my identity became clear and I met my teammates.
Yes, that's right. If I don't have a trusted bodyguard, my strength is sealed, my teammates turn against me, and the commander of the Imperial City Bureau has evil intentions, I will have almost no chance of survival.
Zhang Yuanqing said happily, "Loyalty is beyond words, loyalty is beyond words. You are such a loyal man, and I actually forgot your name."
Lady Wan was flattered and said, "My name is Wanying!"
"I want to make you a royal concubine." Zhang Yuanqing made such a boast. In the end, it was Zhao Shun who would take the blame anyway, and it had nothing to do with him, Yuanshi Tianzun.
As Lady Wan, the future Imperial Concubine Wan, thanked him profusely, Zhang Yuanqing said, "You must sneak into the palace and capture the three beauties for me immediately. Take them to a secluded place and imprison them, and then wait for my order."
Lady Wan nodded, and her body turned into a stream of water, flowing away through the gaps between the black tiles like scales.
Zhang Yuanqing waited for a few more seconds, then ran to the door in panic, shouting, "There's an assassin, there's an assassin, come and save me."
The imperial guards were frightened when they were fighting with the poisonous insects, and they quickly came over with torches. Under the cover of the fire master, a commander of the imperial guards ran forward and said, "Your Majesty, I am here to rescue you. Where is the assassin?"
Zhang Yuanqing pointed behind him with a look of shock on his face, "Quick, hurry up and save Commander Zheng, he is entangled with the assassin in the hall."
The commander of the imperial guards looked inside the palace and his expression froze instantly. Zhang Yuanqing continued to yell, "What are you standing there for? Go and save Commander Zheng!"
The commander of the imperial guards said with an unpleasant expression, "Your Majesty, please look back. Commander Zheng has died in the line of duty."
At this moment, the burning bedroom was suddenly opened up by a "river", sweeping the three beauties into the air and fleeing towards the imperial garden.
The poisonous insects flying all over the sky were buzzing and flapping their wings, chasing after them rapidly. Some of the imperial guards followed the poisonous insects and the "river", while the other part stayed behind to protect the emperor or command the eunuchs and palace maids.
Changshi Li walked out of the sea of fire covered in blood. He looked around anxiously and saw that the emperor was still alive. He finally felt relieved.
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