Fu Qingyang swooped down from the top of the city wall. At this moment, he seemed to merge with the Jade Dragon Sword so much that he disappeared from the eyes of the spectators and soldiers, leaving only that stunning light.

The powerful sword energy contained in the Jade Dragon Sword distorted the surrounding air, causing ripples to appear around Yang who was swooping down, just like those caused by the friction of a meteor in the air.

Tuoba Guanghe, with his eight arms waving, faced the sword light that seemed to be able to create the world. He clasped his four palms together and clamped Chang Ce's sword.

He was shocked to find that Yang Ce's strength was incomparable to his previous ones, and he felt that he could not contend with him.

Fu Qingyang pushed Tuoba Guanghe down forcefully, and he landed on the ground with a weak thud.

He still maintained his slanting flying posture, as if he had transformed into a flying sword, sliding back against Tuoba Guanghe.

"With a swish, Tuoba Guanghe's military boots were torn apart, and his dark feet with a metallic sheen were like iron, leaving two deep marks on the blood-soaked official road.

The two men moved forward and backward, sliding out dozens of feet.

One of Tuoba Guanghe's palms was covered in blood and torn apart by the burns. The tip of the sword pierced his chest a little bit. Although it did not break the tough skin, the pain was real.

Tuoba Guanghe's pupils lit up with scarlet runes, trying to influence the other party's mind through "bewitching", but as soon as the runes lit up, a deafening drum sound came to his ears.

The rune that had just taken shape collapsed in an instant, and emotions of escape and cowardice surged in his heart again, and his will to fight was damaged.

Tuoba Guanghe realized that it was not Yang Ce who became stronger, but himself who became weaker. The sound of the drums was thrilling, which not only shocked the spirit and eliminated the will to fight, but also affected the circulation of spiritual power and substantially weakened the combat power.

After entering the realm of Grand Master, Tuoba Guanghe abandoned most of the spells he had learned in the past, because in his opinion, no magical attack could be as strong as his full-strength attack in the form of the powerful three-headed Dharmakaya.

There are too many so-called unique skills and secret techniques in the world, but in the final analysis, they all come down to one word: “strength”.

In the eyes of this peerless master, there is no such thing as a small force to move a large object in the world. Throughout history, any cultivator who seeks strength only believes that Qin Yi's force can defeat ten others.

It's just that the form of expression is different!

Therefore, Master's cultivation of the physical body is the glorious path that Tuoba Guanghe believes in. No matter how strong he is, I can break all laws with my own strength!

Muscles all over his body bulged and veins popped out. Tuoba Guanghe suddenly loosened his four pairs of hands, allowing the Chang sword filled with abundant sword energy to press against his skin and penetrate three inches into his flesh.

He roared deeply and slapped the sword's spine with eight palms.

"Crack!" The Jade Dragon Sword that had been accompanying Fu Qingyang for a while broke into pieces. At the moment when the enemy lost his weapon, Tuoba Guanghe took a step forward, and the earth shook with a bang.

Eight hands were clenched into fists, some were hook punches, some were straight stabbings, some were cannon punches, and some were divine punches, covering Fu Qingyang. The eight fists hit the air at the same time, and the void exploded with a sharp and loud sound.

The moment Fu Qingyang's sword broke, he understood the enemy's thoughts, avoided the attack in a seemingly thrilling manner, and launched eight punches at once.

In fact, it was all expected and inevitable. Although Yanshi's melee ability was not as good as that of the ancient war god, the gods of heaven and earth were like ants lying on the ground, but as a profession with high output and low defense, how could he play melee with a profession with thick skin and flesh without some means of survival...

Fu Qingyang swept back more than ten meters, and drew his hands in the air. A number of half-arm Chang Fei swords lay across the air, and he ejected them one by one.

"Swoosh.....

The flying swords crisscrossed and shot towards the enemy in different directions. Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms manifested illusory weapons, and he swung the weapons tightly, making continuous "ding ding" sounds, knocking away the flying swords that were interspersed.

Fu Qingyang leaped into the air and turned sideways, accumulating strength with each turn. The six half-arm Yingfei swords flew back on their own and connected at the end to form a three-meter-long whip.

With a whip, Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms were pulled down and stretched toward the sky.

Every time a sword whip disintegrated, the sword energy contained in it dissipated into sword rain, creating dense raindrops on Tuoba Guanghe's head, face and shoulders, oozing out beads of blood.

Tuoba Guanghe puffed up his cheeks and spit out a large amount of thick and sticky fog. With his status, the fog could cover an area of ​​100 miles in radius, and the entire capital could be included in it. Ordinary strong winds could not blow away the fog that spread over a hundred miles.

When attacking the city, Tuoba Guanghe did not take the initiative to swallow the thick fog because the grandmaster-level thick fog had the effects of blinding the five senses, causing hallucinations, and being slightly toxic, and these effects were indistinguishable from each other.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the Lord of Mist will be affected.

Now there was no need to worry about the long-lasting thick fog, which spread rapidly and rushed towards the wilderness and the city walls.

Suddenly, there was a sound like a rushing torrent, and a large river appeared outside the city. The waters of the rivers converged into a river, which surged and raised huge waves that were higher than the city walls.

Fu Qingyang held a seal as black as ink in his hand, standing in the surging waves, unmoved. The river water dispelled the thick fog, causing it to float on the surface.

The Mist Master's abilities of teleporting and transforming in the fog were immediately rendered useless.

Tuoba Guanghe flew high up, his feet on the void, looking down at Fu Qingyang in the water with a gloomy look, but he could do nothing.

The prop in Fu Qingyang's hand is Cai Qinhe's Hebo Seal, which is a rule-based Daoxian.

This item can show its true power in the hands of the water ghost, and it is more than enough for him to control the thick fog.

"You think I can't do anything to you if you're a coward." Tuoba Guanghe dived into the water!

Soon, a thunderous sound like muffled thunder came from the water, and the turbid waves emptied and rolled back dozens of feet. The whole river seemed to have passed another quarter of an hour. The thick fog that permeated the city and the outside of the city dissipated, and the water level dropped rapidly. The two masters withdrew their domains at the same time. Tuoba Guanghe was certainly restrained, and Fu Qingyang's flying sword, swordsmanship, and sword energy were also disturbed underwater and could not be exerted to their full potential.

The two sides fought again on the muddy official road, abandoning all fancy skills and props, fighting for their lives in close combat, with Tuoba Guanghe's fists whistling in the wilderness, and occasionally a punch hit the city wall, causing exaggerated cracks. The same was true of Fu Qingyang's sword energy, the scattered sword energy chopped the city walls, and rocks rolled down.

There was no one on the city wall. The defenders had already retreated to the foot of the city. A large number of them had died in the thick fog before, and then they were affected by the fight between the two and suffered many casualties.

Finally, Tuoba Guanghe used the Eye of Bewitching to drive the soldiers crazy.

When the gods really fight, innocent people will suffer!

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing kept beating the drum non-stop. Only by keeping the drum beating could the battle go on and be fought.

After repelling Yang Ce with a powerful punch, Tuoba Guanghe picked up the blood on his chest, his voice full of pressure and contempt. Swordsmen value quick decisions, and once they get into a tough fight, they lose their sharpness and edge. ….

"Your sword energy has weakened. Even if Yang Ce has the help of the drums, you can't kill me! But I can easily wear you out."

Qingyang was originally using the weak to defeat the strong, and the opponent was an ancient war god with infinite power. Even if he was suppressed by the drum sound and no longer at his peak, it would be extremely difficult to defeat or kill him. This is the ninth-level overlord.

The higher the level, the harder it is to skip levels, not to mention that level nine is close to the ceiling for spiritual realm practitioners.

Tuoba Guanghe ran wildly and charged towards Fu Qingyang. This simple and plain way of attack gave the character a feeling of facing a massive assault team.

If it were any other profession, one would definitely choose to dodge and retreat, not daring to face the edge directly, but Fu Qingyang insisted on confronting it head-on. He would not allow himself to retreat, because if he retreated, he would not be Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang pinched the sword formula with both hands, and the flying swords came whistling, connected head to tail, gathering into a straight line, which scared away gods and ghosts.

Tuoba Guanghe rushed headfirst towards the tip of the sword, and at that moment, the drumbeat suddenly stopped.

On the top of the city wall, Zhang Yuanqing's forehead was black, and a decadent and gloomy aura condensed on his forehead. His breath quickly declined, his qi and blood became weak, his armpits were sweating, his body was smelly, and he was suffering from the five signs of decline!

Looking exhausted, his price appeared.

Bang!

The flying swords broke one after another. The divine weapons that could cut through iron like mud could not pierce the forehead of the Northern Dynasty's number one warrior.

With his aura surging, Tuoba Guanghe rushed forward bravely, instantly reaching in front of Fu Qingyang, and punched out, causing the air to explode.

The sudden change caught Fu Qingyang off guard. He hastily gathered his sword energy and condensed it at his fingertips to point at the oncoming fist.

With a loud bang, the shock wave spread like wildfire, shaking the city walls and causing them to crack and tremble.

Qingyang, whose sword finger was blown into pieces, flew backwards, his arms drooping weakly.

The punch just now not only shattered his arms, but the force that penetrated his body also shook his heart.

How could Tuoba Guanghe let go of this flaw? Murderous intent and excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes. He turned into a black shadow and followed him like a shadow, ready to take the opportunity to end Yang Ce's life.

“Boom!”

The drums sounded again.

Tuoba Guanghe's spiritual energy stagnated, the blood in his chest surged, and the rhythm of his attack was suddenly interrupted.

Fu Qingyang flipped in the air, steadied his body, grabbed three tubes of life source liquid from the inventory, and swallowed them directly with a mixture of broken steel teether and broken glass.

The arms crackled, the bones connected, and the flesh regenerated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of drums on the city wall was so loud that it could be heard for dozens of miles. The emperor who was beating the drum was bleeding from all seven orifices, and sticky blood kept flowing down from the corners of his mouth and hanging on his chest and abdomen.

"Can you hold on?" Fu Qingyang asked as he distanced himself from her.

Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache, and he forced himself to squeeze it out. With an ugly twisted smile, he shouted, "I've said it before, the emperor guards the country, the king dies for the country, and you're not kidding!"

Qing Yang said: "Okay! Kill him within half an hour!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands again and pressed them down.

Tuoba Guanghe sneered: "No matter how many puppets there are, what's the point of them for people like us!"

He suddenly shut up.

Four figures emerged from the hollow, they were the woman holding a pot in a gorgeous red dress, a cold and beautiful woman in a black gauze skirt, a sturdy man with dark red hair and a green robe, and the evil creature in a row of strange costumes.

Four dominant-level puppets, Fu Qingyang gently exhaled a breath of sword energy, "Tuoba, six masters have joined forces, you deserve to die."

The first half was just a warm-up to delay time. He had been waiting for the three overlords to dispel the corpse curse.

Although the national teacher's spell is powerful, it is only a spell after all. The caster is dead, and the power will gradually weaken. Moreover, those who are cursed are all powerful, so it is only a matter of time before the powerful Xiang dispels the spell.

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