Chapter 777: Smoke From All Directions

Baoqin said Feng Yin was ugly, but she was just showing off.

In fact, Feng Yin was no longer the mummy that Zhao Changhe saw for the first time... Although his face was still thin, he was already the flesh and blood of a normal person. To be honest, he looked a bit like an immortal, not ugly at all.

The change in appearance means the degree of their recovery. The fuller they are like a normal person, the more complete their recovery is and the closer they are to their peak strength.

Earlier, his recovery was not so good. At that time, Zhao Changhe had not yet broken through the realm of defense. He relied on the power of the artifacts of Longque and Xinghe, plus intimidation, to scare him away.

When he fought with Zhuque in Jinbei, he had recovered well and was almost at the mid-term level. As a result, he was defeated miserably by Zhuque, who had just entered the realm of defense.

Now he has recovered from the injury of being beaten by Zhuque, but he is still at this level when he comes out, facing Tang Wanzhuang, who has also just entered the realm of defense.

There is no such thing as three times.

Feng Yin does not believe that everyone on the opposite side has the ability to leapfrog, and he will not be scared away again. Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang seemed to be good at sound attack, she even took the initiative to abandon her zither and sword and came to fight in close combat... Feng Yin felt that if he still couldn't beat you, he could really dig a hole and bury himself in it.

As a result, the longer he fought with Tang Wanzhuang, the more Feng Yin doubted his life.

Feng Zui was erratic and unpredictable, and he had always been a headache for the enemy in close combat. But now he found that this woman was more unpredictable than himself.

The sword light was continuous like water, layer upon layer, and it looked beautiful. However, none of the sword light seen by the eyes was real. Inexplicably, there was damage coming from places that should not exist at all, everywhere, without stopping.

This was not just a visual deception. At their level, they no longer completely relied on vision, but even perception seemed to be seriously disturbed and deceived. This was originally what Feng Yin was best at, but in front of the opponent, it was like a suppression at the level of law. All his offensives disappeared in the continuous spring water, and the splashes of water that were inadvertently splashed could make him full of holes.

What is this?

Feng Yin couldn't even break the opponent's foundation for a while.

The existence of light is too common in the world.

Compared with the existence of wind, this is almost a comprehensive transcendence and suppression in terms of law, and the opponent is not of the same level.

"Swoosh!" Feng Yin's skinny hand passed through Tang Wanzhuang's lower abdomen.

However, it was a void, and Tang Wanzhuang didn't exist at all. The sword light appeared from nowhere and had already slashed towards his throat.

Yes, it appeared from nowhere. After fighting for a few rounds, Feng Yin couldn't find where the opponent was. It's like a traveler who is hesitating in the vast desert and sees an oasis, but actually walks in that direction. No matter how he walks, he can't reach the place. Everything he sees and knows is false.

Mirage.

Feng Yin quickly avoided this wave of throat cutting, and felt a little scared.

Fortunately, his means are also very entangled. Tang Wanzhuang's practice is slightly weaker than his, so he can't win quickly. However, Feng Yin became more and more confused as he fought. He had no idea where the enemy was or where the attack came from. He just relied on his own practice and faster speed to drag the enemy. How could he fight?

Looking down, the Jinnan army below was hiding outside the range of the artillery with fear on their faces. At least they did not flee directly. Everyone was still looking forward to the outcome of the battle of gods in the sky, hoping that their own demon god could decide the outcome for everyone.

Feng Yin had a headache.

Originally, it was not that he had not planned that the enemy would have Yujing to defend here, but Yanmen had few soldiers. According to common sense, as long as he could hold Yujing back and the army below would rush forward, the enemy could only watch Yanmen being broken.

What about now? His side did not dare to attack the city at all and hid far away, but Tang Wanzhuang was very leisurely. They hid in the city, had houses and food, and could drag it as long as they wanted. How long did you want your army to stay outside the city when you went out to fight?

It seemed that this battle could not be fought.

Thinking of this, Feng Yin's fighting spirit became weaker and weaker, and he had some intention of retreating.

Tang Wanzhuang smiled, knowing that this man who usually followed the wind and had a strong and resolute character was the weakest among the known demon gods. He was scared away by Zhao Changhe at the beginning, and now he is almost the same.

The bravest wins when two meet on a narrow road!

"Shua!" The spring water sword light converged and turned into a long rainbow, heading straight for Feng Yin.

It is difficult to hide the power of such a concentrated attack. The aura will naturally be known by opponents of Feng Yin's level.

Feng Yin instinctively blasted out a violent whirlwind, enveloping the figure of Tang Wanzhuang's sword.

This was the first head-on collision between the two sides. Feng Yin should have been overjoyed and suppressed him by relying on his higher cultivation.

However, the fact is that Feng Yin hesitated.

He was suspicious and thought that Tang Wanzhuang should not leak his breath so easily and give up his advantage in the law so easily. This made no sense.

Looking at the violent attack, at least half of his spirit was used to frantically perceive the surrounding light and shadow, and half of his strength was used to respond to attacks from other places at any time.

Such an ending is obvious.

"Clang!" The sword light easily penetrated the seemingly violent whirlwind, and the sword light surged in the wind and penetrated Feng Yin's chest.

It turned out to be a completely real body and real sword, nothing else! Feng Yin, who made a wrong judgment, let out a painful scream, and the next moment a strong wind swept, and the strong wind pressure pushed Tang Wanzhuang back several feet. Under the attention of everyone inside and outside the city, Feng Yin took advantage of the moment when Tang Wanzhuang retreated, turned around, and ran away in an instant.

The soldiers and horses inside and outside the city opened their mouths wide.

The soldiers and horses in Jinnan were all dumbfounded.

They couldn't understand the battle situation. They just watched and found that their own demon god failed in a head-on collision with the opponent, and was inexplicably penetrated by the straight sword light directly in the chest.

Then it seemed that he relied on his extremely fast body movement to avoid the vital points and disappeared in an instant.

This is the ancient demon god! Even when he was defeated by Zhuque in northern Shanxi, it was said that the two sides fought for two or three incense sticks, and the Qiao family was in ruins. In the end, he lost. How could he lose so quickly and inexplicably!

Is this the demon god? You appeared in this world. People know that you ran away three times in three battles. Even this fight didn't last many rounds. Is your wind used to escape?

Tang Wanzhuang suppressed the blood that was about to flow out of her throat and said softly: "Those who surrender will not be killed."

People looked up at her figure slowly floating down the city head. Under the halo of the morning, it was like a dream.

"Miss!" Tang Wanzhuang staggered just after landing on the top of the city wall, and she quickly supported herself with her zither: "Are you injured?"

"Well, if you want to make a quick decision, you have to fight." Tang Wanzhuang's expression did not change, and she sat down and whispered: "I will continue to play the zither, don't show it."

The sound of the zither rose lightly, without the sound attack that could withstand the wind pressure before, as soft as the wind, and sent to everyone's ears far away outside the city.

Then it rippled in the heart, splashing ripples.

Everyone saw the white-haired mother at home, and saw the peaceful countryside, the fields were lush and green, the children were running on the ridges, and the laughter was floating in the blue sky with the kite.

Ahead was the fortified city artillery, and the goddess who had been awe-inspiring for more than ten years.

That was a war that could not be won at all, and it was also an unreasonable war.

Why did you rebel against the first seat of Tang?

Why did you let everyone fall into the flames of war because of the selfish desires of some people?

Yanmen City was empty, for what? General Huangfu was leading the people to attack the barbarians in the north, what were we doing? Under the history, the infamy will last for thousands of years.

The value of sound attack has never been physical, but spiritual.

Tang Wanzhuang, who had been trapped in injuries for many years, finally blossomed on the battlefield with the meaning of her lifelong practice.

"Those who surrender will not be killed." The voice rose in the heart, and finally some people slowly dropped their weapons.

"Dang" sounded, like the morning bell and evening drum knocking in everyone's heart. Like pushing down dominoes, more and more weapons fell to the ground and resounded in the plain outside the city. Even the opponent's main general threw his sword on the ground and knelt on one knee in front of the battle.

Two or three thousand troops, in front of only one tenth of their own number of soldiers and horses defending the city, threw down their weapons and surrendered.

"Miss..." Baoqin whispered, "What about now?"

Tang Wanzhuang quietly took a pill and whispered, "You go and surrender... Then use them to stabilize northern Shanxi... The previous Suzaku method is useless. We need to sort out the system."

"Then... you yourself... Oh, why are you injured again, it's really..."

Tang Wanzhuang: "I'm not trying to seduce a man."

"... I didn't say that."

"How can I not know what you are thinking? You even want to ask if I'm making a quick decision here to help in the north."

Baoqin: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang said unhappily, "Whether I'm injured or not, I can't go out of the border or go somewhere else. The capital is not far away from here, and I have time to travel back and forth for support. If I go far away, I'm afraid that the capital is too empty... Now we don't have a definite number of how many ancient demon gods have revived. If a new unknown demon god emerges, it will be very troublesome."

Yes, the empty city plan is not here. In the capital, no one thought that Tang Wanzhuang would dare to leave the capital at this time. The strongest person in the capital is Her Majesty the Queen herself. The triple secret treasure she just broke through... In previous years, it was considered a stabilizing force, but it is not enough today.

Fortunately, this battle ended quickly. Although she was injured, it was not a big deal and she could still stand up. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, looked at the vastness in the north, pursed her lips gently, and whispered to herself: "Feng Yin's appearance here means that Li Boping is indeed cooperating with the Hu people... So at this moment, the place where the war is ignited may not be only here. I need to maintain mobile support to see if I should rush to help other places. The battle outside the Great Wall... can only rely on him."

Baoqin sniffed, and her little expression was about to cry: "Wuwuwu... Why is he pretending to be a gentleman? He hasn't cheated for more than ten or twenty days. Am I afraid that he will cheat? Wuwuwu..."

"He just doesn't think about it... Even the usual thinking of stacking two people together, in the end I took the initiative..."

"Why don't you take the initiative to tell me..."

"Hey, is this what a virgin says?"

Baoqin sniffed and didn't say anything.

Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "Besides, this is for your own good. Your body is intact. If he doesn't come back, you are still a virgin and it won't affect your marriage."

"If he doesn't come back, will you live alone?"

"No."

"Neither will I! Old woman, take care of yourself!"

Baoqin said angrily and went out of the city to collect the surrender. Tang Wanzhuang looked helplessly at her maid who was becoming more and more disrespectful and sighed softly.

In fact, she has more confidence in Zhao Changhe, but she is less confident about the battle situation of other tribes.

For example, Hangu at this moment... Although there is Cui Wenjing, a veteran Tianbang, in charge, and Yang Jingxiu and others are "secluded", they may not resist if they are really beaten in. He may have broken through the three secret treasures after so long...It seems quite reliable. However, similar to the situation of Xia Chichi in the capital, Cui Wenjing has not been able to break through the imperial guards so far...It is said to be a Tianbang, but in this world of gods and demons, I really don't know if it is enough.

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In fact, the battle at Hangu Pass did not start at this moment.

Li Boping led the army eastward, and Cui Wenjing had a lot of troops stationed here, which were mobilized from Jiangnan and Jianghuai. They were not used to the climate and water outside the border, so it was not a big problem for them to help defend Hangu. Tang Buqi and Wan Dongliu were all here, plus Cui Yuanyang and the Yang family, a real strong army.

If neither side had a defense, then this would be the closest to a normal large-scale war in history, and it would be impossible to resolve it quickly.

But Li Boping did not want to stay with Cui Wenjing in a stalemate.

No matter what the result of the battle in the northern frontier was. If Zhao Changhe won and returned to the army, Guanlong would be destroyed; if the Hu people won and went south, he could only be a dog. Neither of them was in his interest.

The only thing that was in his interest was that while the battle in the northern frontier was in progress and the result could not be determined in a short time, he had already taken advantage of the situation to lead the people to break through the Central Plains and gather a large force. By then, whether the Han army returned or the Hu people went south, there was nothing he could do.

But if you want to break through Hangu Pass quickly, you must have the Gods and Demons of the Realm, otherwise it is a dream to rely on war alone, how can it be so easy to fight.

However, even if it is the Gods and Demons of the Realm, it seems that they don’t work as imagined.

Huang Yang’s face turned red in the military camp, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Li Boping was shocked: "Why is the sir injured?"

"Qinghe Sword..." Huang Yang’s mind flashed the cold eyes of a round-faced girl just now, and he was still frightened.

I really didn’t expect that the opponent’s Dinghai Shenzhen was not Cui Wenjing at all, but his little daughter who had just come of age and got married, or simply said, the full-blooded version of the Qinghe Sword!

The four swords of mountains and rivers, the world is at peace.

This was created by Piao Miao in the past, specifically used to suppress him, Huang Yang, and the group of gods who represented the destruction of the devil. It was a natural enemy!

Not only that, the girl’s practice was also a bit strange.

On the surface, it seemed that she had barely broken through the second level of secrets, but for some reason, Huang Yang's magic was like hitting a wall, almost knocking him to death.

Is it the protection given by the Qinghe Sword to its owner? Why doesn't it feel like...

"General Li, don't worry, I'll try again." Huang Yang adjusted his breath slightly and tried again.

This time, he didn't cast the spell in the barracks, but tried to cast it on ordinary soldiers on the periphery.

Huang Yang represents desolation and withering. He could have made the enemy's army decay and powerless, and turned thousands of miles of fertile land into wasteland. The more this happened, the higher his cultivation would be. This is his way of rising and falling. When he faced Zhao Changhe in Qinghe, he couldn't shake Zhao Changhe's extremely vigorous blood cultivation and the assistance of the sword. This is because Zhao Changhe himself specializes in blood cultivation and has a strong body, so he can resist it, which is understandable.

However, how to say this time... It's like a drop of ink that originally wanted to stain a piece of white paper, and it looks like it succeeded and worked. The visual angle can be stretched, and the white paper is like endless mountains and rivers. A drop of ink is not even a pore on it, and you can't even see where it is. Try your best to spread it, but you can only sigh in despair.

A drop in the bucket is not as embarrassing as a small insect and a mountain range.

A pair of cold eyes appeared in front of him again.

"Piaomiao!" Huang Yang shouted hoarsely, and the whole person bounced up in the tent with a "bang", sweating profusely, as if he had a nightmare.

Li Boping and others looked at each other, not knowing what happened at all.

Huang Yang panted heavily and said hurriedly: "This battle can't be fought, unless the Lord takes action personally... If it is really her, there is no one in the world except Ye Di and the Lord who can be her opponent!"

Lord...

Huang Yang's Lord refers to Jiuyou.

Jiuyou subdued all the demons representing all kinds of messes and brought them under his command, and also subdued some of them like Fengyin who only wanted the Heavenly Book, so this group of people came to help Li Boping.

"Did you see it clearly?" Jiuyou's voice came from the void: "Are you sure it's Piaomiao?"

Huangyang panted: "No, I'm not too sure. If it's really Piaomiao, I shouldn't be able to come back. It's more likely to be the image of Qinghe Sword... But, but I can't break the protection of Qinghe Sword."

"Actually... If it's really Piaomiao, it's a good thing..." Jiuyou smiled and whispered: "It's better."

As he spoke, Jiuyou flicked his fingers lightly: "If it's just Qinghe Sword, then I can make it temporarily ineffective."

Over there, Cui Yuanyang was attending a military meeting in the military camp, and Cui Wenjing suddenly felt something: "Yangyang, what happened to you just now?"

Cui Yuanyang scratched his head: "It felt like a fly was biting me, and I slapped it."

Generals: "..."

As they were talking, Cui Yuanyang's face changed slightly: "Qinghe? Qinghe?"

Cui Wenjing stood up suddenly: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, Qinghe seems to have fallen asleep again..." Cui Yuanyang was anxious: "This shouldn't be!"

"It's just a short sleep, the sword is just a sword after all." The shadow of a woman in black suddenly appeared in the military tent, looking up and down at Cui Yuanyang with interest: "Tsk, it seems..."

If Zhao Changhe was here, he would know that the Jiuyou seen in Chang'an was not as expressive as half of what is shown here.

This is the complete Jiuyou, coming from outside Kunlun.

Cui Yuanyang's face turned pale, and he shouted: "Who are you!"

Jiuyou smiled and said: "I am your good sister..."

Cui Wenjing suddenly interrupted: "This is Miss Li, it is said that she is chasing after King Zhao, crying and shouting to be taken as a concubine."

Jiuyou: "?"

Cui Yuanyang's frightened little face suddenly changed, and she pointed at her waist: "Fox spirit, shameless! The Li family has been a noble for generations, and it's better to be shameless!"

Jiuyou was too lazy to fight with the little girl. It's not the way to mess up his backyard... She waved her hand leisurely and said: "Yes, yes, the young lady who was married in a formal way, come back with me and see how much he values ​​you."

As the voice sounded, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt like she was lifted up by an invisible hand and floated up involuntarily.

But the next moment, she was relaxed quickly, and the invisible force was offset by someone.

Looking up, the shadow of Jiuyou floating in the void had ascended to the sky: "You finally made a move, my good sister."

Cui Yuanyang seemed to see a face very similar to Jiuyou, looming in the void, eyes closed, quiet and silent.

Cui Yuanyang's heart suddenly jumped.

Why... I didn't even feel this kind of... very unhappy and wanting to hit Jiuyou?