Chapter 461: The Empress Decides the End with One Sword (5k)
The mountain wind blew out from the dense forest, lifting the hair on Zhao Duan's forehead, and the dense clouds above the sky also moved rapidly.
His body was stiff, with large beads of sweat on his forehead, and he stared at the middle-aged warlock who was blocking the way ahead.
Bang bang bang...
The heartbeat is like a drum and the blood is rushing through the meridians.
The completely unfamiliar face of the middle-aged "God of Magic" was clearly reflected in his pupils. His loose hair and pure gray robe seemed to fill his entire field of vision.
Zhao Duan's heart sank suddenly when he realized that the situation he was worried about had happened.
However, he did not panic, but forced himself to calm down and raised his eyebrows:
"Again? I don't remember meeting you before."
The leader of the Fashen faction seemed to be laughing, yet it seemed as if he had never laughed before:
"When you returned to Beijing from Taicang, my substitute once saw you from afar on the way."
Is that so? That's why you said "see you again"?
Zhao Duan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find any fault.
He quietly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and said teasingly:
"The scene where you were killed by Eunuch Hai? I really don't remember it."
The God of Law's gaze was sharp, as if piercing through his heart:
"No need to test me. Hai Chunlin has been left far behind by me. By the time he arrives, he will be able to kill you a hundred times."
A sorcerer who controls space magic is truly disgusting... No wonder he was able to catch up. Although he couldn't "move" Eunuch Hai away, he could wait until I ran far away and then kill me with space magic... Zhao Duan's thoughts raced as he said sternly:
"Whatever Prince Jing has given you, I can give you more on behalf of the court. Your gathering this time is Prince Jing's doing, right? What did he promise? Perhaps we can talk about it."
The God of Law really laughed this time and shook his head:
"I told you, you don't have to try again...eh."
Without any warning, Zhao Duan suddenly drew his sword from its sheath, and the suburbs shrouded in dark clouds seemed to light up for a moment.
When the Frost Sword was unsheathed, a layer of azure ice flowers covered the blade. The temperature around it plummeted, and snowflakes fell in the air.
As Zhao Duan thrust his sword, the snowflakes condensed by the cold air swirled and danced in the sky.
If the Peach Blossom Sword Technique can control peach blossoms, why can’t it control snowflakes?
However, Zhao Duan's sword was more than that.
When the sword blade was handed out, there was a "buzzing" sound from the sleeve, and the dark golden Jinwu Flying Knife flew outward along the wrist like a loaded bullet, along the grooves on the sword body, and created a string of sparks.
"boom--"
With the help of the Peach Blossom Sword Technique, the Golden Crow Flying Knife whizzed out like a miniature cannonball. At such a close distance, it appeared in front of the face of the "God of Magic" in the blink of an eye.
This sword was extremely fast, and contained the power that Zhao Duan had secretly accumulated while rushing all the way. If it were an ordinary divine chapter, this sword would undoubtedly defeat it. Even a mortal realm cultivator had to treat it with caution.
However, the God of Magic just said "Huh", and the flying knife that left an afterimage suddenly flashed in front of him, as if a frame was removed from a movie camera.
The Golden Crow Flying Knife actually jumped over his body and suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged sorcerer. With great force, it pierced into the pile of rocks in the distance. Amidst the loud noise, rocks flew everywhere.
Is this even possible? What is this called? Space jump?
Zhao Duan's pupils narrowed, and without time to think, he pressed his left hand against his lips and said in a low voice:
"seal up!"
A "卍" character flew out from between his eyebrows, expanded in a breath, and turned into several tentacles, trying to bind the "God of Dharma".
At the same time as the magic spell was activated, Zhao Duan quietly used the "Spirit Flame" in an attempt to burn his nerves and distract him.
The God of Magic still looked down at him with an indifferent expression. He raised his right hand and gently stroked it, and all the golden ropes transformed from the magic-sealing spell broke.
As for the "spiritual flame" that can burn the soul, it seems to be useless on him.
"You have quite a lot of tricks..." The God of Magic walked towards Zhao Duan as if he was strolling in the garden, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Is this the top worldly realm? It is almost a world away from the top-grade divine chapter.
Zhao Duan did not hesitate. A dark green seal slowly rotated in his palm. A large amount of water vapor was stimulated from the "Black Turtle Seal" and condensed into "spears".
"go!"
As Zhao Duan spoke, endless spears condensed from water vapor flew like locusts, gathering fire towards the God of Law.
This was the first time he had used the Black Turtle Seal since he obtained it. The river water stored in this top-grade magic weapon, combined with his own magic power, made each spear extremely fierce.
"Is this... the Black Turtle Seal?" The God of Law was truly surprised.
The space in front of him began to fluctuate, spreading out in circles of ripples, as if the entire space had become his shield.
After the water spears pierced in, they were like "Golden Crow Flying Knives" and were forcibly moved behind the God of Magic by the power of space.
Spears whizzed out and hit the ground, splashing countless dirt and rocks with a terrifying sound. In the blink of an eye, the forest behind the God of Magic was devastated as if it had been plowed by missiles.
This concentrated bombing alone is enough to destroy a small team of heavily armored cavalry!
"Has the Black Turtle Seal been acquired by the royal family? No wonder it hasn't appeared in the world for so many years. The empress actually gifted it to you. It's truly a great favor. Unfortunately, your power isn't enough to unleash even one-tenth of the power of this talisman."
The god of magic, wearing a gray robe and with black hair draped over his shoulders, was walking leisurely in the garden. When he "rushed" out a large number of water spears, he was surprised to see that there was nothing in front of him.
There was only a large mass of water in the distance, rushing madly towards the nearest stream.
This is the "water escape" method that Zhao Duan mastered after playing with the "Black Turtle Seal" for several months. As long as he can enter the stream, he can rely on the authority of the "Water God" to merge into the water veins and escape briefly.
However, when he was only one step away from the stream, he suddenly hit an invisible barrier.
"Bang!"
Zhao Duan came out of the water escape state and looked at the God of Magic who was approaching behind him with a grim expression.
The latter is playing cat and mouse with a sure win, no one can escape:
"Whatever other tricks you have, feel free to use them."
Zhao Duan's heart moved, and he said:
"You're testing me, aren't you? You're worried that I might have a trump card that could kill you, so you've never killed me. You want to force me to reveal all my cards."
The God of Law did not deny it.
Zhao Duan sighed. The "Leader of the Law God Sect", who was at the top of the world and half a step away from becoming a god, was indeed not someone he could deal with at the moment.
In the face of life and death crisis, knowing the other party's intentions, he could only call out to Pei Niannu in his heart.
However, just as the familiar "arrival" aura emerged, it was suddenly interrupted by some force.
Summoning failed!
Pei Niannu cannot come into reality!
"There's no need to try. The 'God of War' of the Yu royal family can possess a body. I naturally have a way to break it. It seems this is your last resort." The middle-aged sorcerer's smile widened.
At this moment, Zhao Duan actually had the thought that "it should be so". How could such a powerful person who was half a step away from becoming a god be unprepared?
The only option left now seemed to be to crush the teleportation gem in his hand. But facing a sorcerer who controlled "space", could he escape the teleportation? Would he be blocked as well? Or...
Even if he was teleported away, given his bad luck, would... Zhao Duan suddenly had no idea of resisting. Witnessing the palm strike sent by the middle-aged sorcerer, which was enough to kill him, he slowly closed his eyes.
Prepare to fight to the death.
However, just as his eyelids were about to close, Zhao Duan suddenly felt his body lighten for no reason, as if some power that had been entangling him for more than seven days had finally dissipated.
He saw a flash of golden light coming from the horizon, like a golden meteor.
When I first saw it, it was far away in the horizon, but in a few blinks of an eye, it was right in front of me.
Layer upon layer of golden light surged violently, guarding the figure of a cold, ethereal, graceful and majestic woman who descended from the gray and gloomy clouds.
Zhao Duan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw the appearance of the person in surprise:
No words of praise in the world can describe it enough.
Her skin was whiter than snow, her three thousand black hair flowed down like a waterfall, and between her eyebrows lit up a light golden seal pattern, bright and eye-catching.
She was dressed in white and stood on an ancient sword.
The sword blade tore through the air, and the tip opened a conical air shield to block the strong wind.
The end dragged a grayish-white turbulence in the clouds, just like the thin white line left on the flight path of an airplane after it passed through the clouds that Zhao Duan saw in his previous life.
She was near the ground in the blink of an eye. Mid-air, she twisted her wrist, and the sword leaped up from under her feet, handing the hilt to the woman. A pair of dazzling, clear eyes looked down indifferently at the "God of Law" below.
The Empress of Dayu, Xu Zhenguan!
"The Empress..."
The middle-aged God of Law turned his head in astonishment and looked back, mumbling something in his mouth. A flash of deduction flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to understand something and sighed:
"It's not my fate to die."
He did not try to kill Zhao Duan by force, because the moment the empress arrived, the invisible energy locked onto his back.
If he delayed even for half a breath, the Taia Sword would be enough to pierce his heart and kill him here.
The "God of Law" did not hesitate. When he turned around, he clasped his hands together, and layers of shadows appeared around him, as if countless of him were overlapping at this moment.
At this moment, he hid himself behind many layers of space gaps.
"Anyone who offends the ministers of the Yu State shall die!"
Xu Zhenguan was unusually indifferent. The moment she uttered a word, the sky within a radius of ten miles shook, and the sky and the earth were filled with sword energy. Her snow-white fingers let go of the hilt and made a sword gesture.
His finger drew a semicircle in the air, and the Taia sword was also pulled by the energy, passing through the sky and earth. In the vast forest, every tree and grass looked like an enemy.
"go!"
Xu Zhenguan pointed his finger at the "God of Law" in the air, and the Taia Sword, filled with murderous intent, turned into a ray of light, illuminating the world for a moment.
"boom!"
The sword tip broke through the sound barrier, like a long rainbow, "nailing" the leader of the God of Law Sect into the ground!
Zhao Duan was blown away by the air wave and somersaulted several times in the air before falling to the ground. When he stood up with a dizzy head, he saw a huge deep pit in the woods ahead.
At the bottom of the pit is the Taia sword piercing into the soil.
There was no "God of Magic" at the bottom of the pit, only a large piece of torn gray robe and a large pool of bright red blood.
Ran away? Didn't Zhenbao manage to stop him? Yes, this guy was probably really close to being a "pseudo-celestial being," and Zhenbao wasn't a complete "celestial being" either... plus his expertise in spatial magic made it extremely difficult to stop him.
As Zhao Duan's thoughts flashed, he saw the Taia sword at the bottom of the pit tremble, and it pulled itself out with a whoosh, flew back to the hands of the empress who was as graceful as a goddess, and stabbed itself into the scabbard in her hand.
"Your Majesty..." Zhao Duan opened his mouth, "Why are you here? Isn't it still far from Jianning Prefecture..."
Xu Zhenguan's spiritual sense swept through, and after confirming that his beloved dog was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, frowned, and said:
"Tell me later about this. How are things here?"
Zhao Duan then remembered that Lao Hai and the others were still fighting hard in the back, so he quickly explained.
Xu Zhenguan raised his eyebrows, held the sword in one hand, grabbed his belt with the other, and flew into the air with him. Following Zhao Duan's instructions, they rushed towards the mountains and forests where the Fashen Sect was stationed.
Halfway through the journey, he saw a large group of people, led by an old eunuch in a dragon robe, gathered in the forest and rushed towards him.
When the two sides met, Eunuch Hai was also stunned. Then he recalled the golden light in the sky that he had just seen from afar, and a look of understanding appeared on his face. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Behind the old eunuch, the others also saluted: "Your Majesty!"
Zhao Duan put his feet on the ground and glanced around, and found that Tang Jinzhong, Song Jinxi, Lang Shiba, Ji Yue and other familiar people were there.
Many people in the Martial Arts Hall were injured, but there was no obvious loss of personnel.
"Where are the sorcerers from the God of Law Sect?" asked the empress.
Song Jinxi hurriedly replied:
"Your Majesty, we fought with those sorcerers to protect Zhao Shaobao's departure. After Zhao Shaobao left, the leader of the Fashen Sect suddenly disappeared during the fight.
The group of sorcerers lost interest in fighting and suddenly turned and fled. We were worried about Lord Zhao's safety, so we didn't pursue them, but came to their aid.
Tang Jinzhong carried a knocked-out warlock and muttered, "We left three or four more warlocks behind."
He pointed at several warlocks in the team who were either knocked unconscious or on the verge of death.
Zhao Duan was not surprised and said:
"These sorcerers only have the advantage of being ambushed. If a real fight breaks out, they're no match for us. The God of Magic sent their leader to kill me, and the rest will naturally flee. Your Majesty, perhaps you can catch up with them?"
The empress suddenly looked into the distance, a faint light flashing in her beautiful eyes. After a moment, she shook her head and said:
"There must be a teleportation formation hidden nearby. They have all fled far away. Don't chase them. To prevent them from luring the enemy away from the mountain and causing trouble in the city, return to the city first."
Zhao Duan nodded with lingering fear: "As you wish."
Then, as if remembering something, he explained:
"Your Majesty, I may be unlucky now..."
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In a mountain valley.
The ground covered with yellow leaves suddenly lit up with strange beams of light. A huge circular magic circle lit up and then went out.
A large group of magicians appeared in the forest, some sitting down, some tending to their wounds, and some looking around vigilantly.
The body refining sorcerer Xiongba covered his bloody body, and his sorcerer robe was almost torn to pieces.
He sat down on the ground and turned around to see the fat boy holding the "ghost flag" with several holes in it with a distressed look on his face. He couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Why don't you die?"
The little fat man was furious and said sarcastically, "Aren't you alive too?"
"Okay, we're safe for now. Luckily, the leader is proficient in teleportation techniques and has made arrangements in advance. Otherwise, it would have been really dangerous..." The wretched old Taoist priest counted the talismans in his robe and sighed.
"Luckily, the leader arrived early today, otherwise we would be in danger. These imperial guards are really hard to deal with."
Everyone sighed, and some worriedly said:
"I wonder what happened to the leader."
As soon as he finished speaking, a nearby rock suddenly rose up, and the "Man in the Stone" emerged from it and said to everyone:
"Spread the leader's message. Hidden in the forest for the time being, recuperate, and revenge will be exacted soon."
The sorcerers breathed a sigh of relief as they found a backbone.
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Prince Jing's Mansion.
In a pavilion, Prince Jing Xuwen played chess with the princess today.
Lu Yan'er was not good at Go. Even though she gave Prince Jing three pieces, she still lost in the middle game and had to resign.
"You are so careless today. In the past, you should have been able to hold on until the end." Prince Jing glanced at the princess and said lightly.
Princess Lu, who was elegant and quiet in front of outsiders and habitually cold-faced in private, said calmly:
"I wonder if Zhao Duan is dead or not."
Prince Jing stared at the princess for a few seconds and said with a smile:
"I know you were severely injured in the last battle at Lake Pavilion, and you're filled with resentment. I calculated the days, and the killing curse has been in effect for seven days today. Now that it's past noon, the power of the curse should have dissipated, and the man surnamed Zhao should have died of illness. I have sent people to keep an eye on you, and report back immediately if there's any news."
Lu Yan'er lowered her head silently and picked up the chess pieces on the wooden chessboard:
"Just relying on that sorcerer from the White Sect in your mansion? I see you're still reluctant. Didn't you say you've mobilized a lot of sorcerers? Why don't you attack together?"
Prince Jing had no doubts and sighed:
"The sorcerers of the Law God sect are not under my control. They only obey the man who calls himself the 'Law God'."
Lu Yan'er said casually, "Why don't you ask the God of Law to help? Isn't Zhao Du'an a big threat to you?"
Prince Jing shook his head and said:
"The God of Law is not in Jianning yet, but he should arrive in the next two days. It is said that his cultivation level is approaching that of a pseudo-celestial being, and is comparable to Hai Chunlin, who was at his peak when he was alone on Qingshan Mountain. If he could help..."
Lu Yan'er paused while picking up the chess pieces, a solemn look flashed across her eyes, and she said without leaving a trace:
"The Empress's Fengshan ceremony is imminent, and at this time, you asked the God of Law to send someone here... I don't care what you want to do, but aren't you afraid that the Empress will kill you directly?"
Prince Jing shook his head and said, "She won't, and the closer it gets to the Fengshan ceremony, the less likely she will."
Suddenly, the Crown Prince Xu Jinglong came running over in a hurry. Before he even arrived, his voice was heard:
"Father! Something terrible has happened. The secret agent reported that Zhao Duan is not dead, nor is he in the Canal Transport Office. Someone witnessed him leading Hai Gongfeng and others out of the city, running... running..."
"Where are you running to?"
Prince Jing stood up suddenly, stared at him and asked.
Xu Jinglong glanced at Princess Lu who was silently picking up the chess pieces, and said:
"He went to the Fashen Sect."
Prince Jing's face suddenly became as gloomy as water. He paced back and forth in the pavilion, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he suddenly walked out of the pavilion.
"Father? Where are you going?" Xu Jinglong hurriedly followed.
Prince Jing did not answer, but walked straight towards the attic in the mansion. It was the attic where the sorcerer from the White Sect had been performing rituals in the mansion in the past few days.
The seven-day period has passed, and logically, the ongoing curse should have ended after noon.
However, just as the father and son walked to the bottom of the attic, suddenly, they heard a sharp and dull whistle in the air.
Prince Jing and Xu Jinglong looked up, their pupils suddenly narrowed, and saw the Taia sword wrapped in golden light whistling towards them in the dark sky.
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