The wooden wall crumbled, revealing the outline of a hunchback.
Hoho… Uh hoho…
A low, hoarse gasp came out of his dry lips, his head tilted, his empty eye sockets swept around, stopping at the people under the eaves outside the door, his sharp fangs bared.
As if sensing the emperor's aura of the leader, a hoarse voice sounded.
"Emperor... Yang Jian..."
"die!!"
Lu Liangsheng, who was standing outside, vaguely recognized the outline of Chen Fu from his skull-like face. As he waved his sleeves, his magic power swept up the emperor under the eaves. At the same time, Chen Fu cracked the floor, and streams of black air spread out. He rushed out and his sharp claws scratched the air. Yang Jian instinctively raised his sword to block, but he felt his body was light. Before he could come to his senses, the attic was already in the distance.
"Your Majesty, please do not move."
Lu Liangsheng reached out and embraced the old man to protect him behind him. The Moon Sword was now hanging at the mountain gate to prevent the zombies from entering the Taoist temple. The sword control technique could not be used for the time being. The "Hell Soul-Calling Curse" had too wide a reach. The soldiers below and the emperor in front of him could not bear it at all. As for the illusion technique... This zombie could not see anything at all and was not affected...
At the moment when he was quickly calculating the pros and cons in his mind, the figure under the eaves suddenly became blurred. Lu Liangsheng grabbed a thumb-sized scabbard from his waist, lit up the magic light, and covered it with a golden color.
Bang!
The golden light created a ripple and touched Chen Fu above. Black smoke came out of his claws and he stumbled back two steps. Lu Liangsheng raised his finger, which glowed with magic light. He waved his sleeves and wrote the word "Yang" in an imperial edict. He dipped the word into the money bag, and the bag opened automatically. Copper coins flew out one by one, trembling and rustling, rising into the sky.
In an instant, the flying copper coins stopped in the air, as if hovering for a moment, and then turned into golden light all over the sky, shooting towards the disheveled old man below.
A gamble—
Boom boom boom boom!
Dense and numerous golden points poured down madly, and the white rocks exploded one after another when the copper coin touched the floor tiles, stirring up smoke and dust. The skinny body was also shrouded in golden light in an instant, and it shook continuously like rain hitting banana leaves.
The golden light stopped, smoke and dust rolled up, Lu Liangsheng stretched out his hand, and the copper coins that were stuck on the ground flew back one by one, piling up in his palm.
In a cloud of dust, the shaking body slowly moved backwards, then fell down with a bang.
Over there, the emperor and his guards were staring in amazement. It was the first time for most of them to see Lu Liangsheng use such horrifying magic. The magic power pouring down from the sky was so powerful that ordinary mortals could not withstand it for even a moment and would have been reduced to ashes.
"What a powerful spell..."
Yang Su, who was guarding the emperor, was holding a magic sword and looking at the dust and stone chips that were stirred up. As a fellow cultivator, he also had indescribable emotions in his heart.
"If I hadn't spent half my life on the official career, I might have been pretty good."
The old man thought about it, his eyes suddenly darkened, he took a step forward and held the sword in front of Yang Jian. At this time, the scholar holding the golden light shield of the Xuanyuan sword sheath stared at the opposite side, the smoke and dust rolled away, revealing a skinny figure lying on the ground.
The night wind blew, ruffling his hair and beard slightly. Chen Fu suddenly curled his lips, baring his fangs. A red light flashed around his body, and his body stood up stiffly.
"roar-"
The nails on both hands grew rapidly, and he roared towards the sky. Around the broken ground, magic arrays appeared, forming the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.
—Six Dings and Six Jias·divine power and might!
The magic circle spread out and turned into balls of blue starlight that flew into Chen Fu's body. The next second, thunder and lightning surged under his feet, and the broken floor tiles turned into dust and blew away inch by inch.
In everyone's vision, green light mixed with red light flashed, and it came crashing down with a bang, its arms dancing wildly, its sharp nails intertwined with the red light and frantically grabbed the golden light shield, its nail tips scraping past, making a harsh and unpleasant metallic friction sound.
Lu Liangsheng, who was standing opposite, used his magic power and stretched out his hand to grab outside. Several scrolls spread out in the forest broke away from the tree trunks and flew over here. As the magic light flashed on them, the neighing of war horses was heard.
Xilulu-
On the cracked floor tiles, iron hooves galloped, the red warhorse charged, and with a long neigh, the man stood up.
The headless figure above was wearing a green robe and holding a green dragon sword, which reflected the light of the lantern on the ground, revealing the winding dragon body of the sword, which cut through the air with a humming sound, and cut off the figure that was tearing the magic shield.
when!
The blade chopped the opponent's shoulder and neck, sparks flashed, and illuminated the area of several inches. Six swordsmen in white robes pierced the darkness and descended to the ground together, their robes flying, and their swords were as powerful as dragons, chopping, slashing, stabbing, and picking at the old man's back... drawing a series of cold sword lights.
Boom boom boom…
Sparks flickered and jumped wildly, leaving scars but unable to break the skin and flesh. The old man who was grabbing the golden light shield was not affected at all and continued to bombard it. The ripples on the shield became more and more frequent, and cracks appeared faintly.
Lu Liangsheng whistled, grabbed the thumb-sized scabbard at his waist and threw it over his head, "Duke Yue, I leave this to you, protect His Majesty—"
As soon as the words fell, a slender and elegant figure rushed over with its hooves, and the light flashed across the dragon head, lion mane, deer horns, and elk body...
With a thrust of its long horns, it crashed directly into Chen Fu's side, with a clanging sound of metal clashing and the entire body rose from the ground and flew into the night sky.
As six white-robed swordsmen chased after him, gravel on the ground flew everywhere in the golden light shield, and Lu Liangsheng leaped out through the golden light.
There were a few bangs in the air, and Chen Fu swept his sharp claws across, sweeping six long swords together and deflecting them. The wind whistled in his ears, and he tilted his head. He saw a figure chasing after him in the air, his robes rustling, and from his open sleeves, pieces of golden light shot out.
The righteous universe!
The hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, and Lu Liangsheng, dressed in a green shirt and white robe, rushed over with a bang. At the moment when golden light exploded on the opponent's body, the scholar stretched out his hand from his wide sleeves, and the magic power of the righteous universe mixed with the great power of Confucianism suddenly burst out.
"Get down!"
A palm slapped on Chen Fu's crown with a dull thud, and the old man's hair flew everywhere, as if the air was instantly rippled and spread out in all directions.
Lu Liangsheng pressed down the skull-like head with one hand, and stepped on the man and the corpse to the ground. The bricks and stones cracked rapidly from under their feet and spread to the surrounding areas.
"Mr. Lu... Liang!"
The air was filled with corpse qi. To resist the mighty force pressing down on his head, Chen Fu slightly bent his claws and squeezed out intermittent sounds.
"You... don't... understand, I... am already immortal—"
A red glow appeared in his hollow eye sockets. Chen Fu suddenly raised his face to the clear moon in the sky. He swept his naked arm and opened Lu Liangsheng's arm that was pressing on his head. The corpse energy surged wildly. He heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. He reached out with his backhand and casually blocked the dragon sword that was cut off. With a twist of his wrist, the heavy blade broke with a bang, and the headless general on horseback turned into starlight and disappeared.
"Since you have taken over the country... I want you to feel... the pain of losing your country... Let everyone in the world feel... the pain in my heart..."
The old man followed the emperor's aura and looked towards the golden light shield with empty eyes. Yang Jian's face turned blue, he bit his lips tightly, took a deep breath, pushed his cousin Yang Su aside, and shouted: "It is my destiny to unify the world. If I cannot be the emperor, then I will die today. Chen Fu, I am not afraid of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so how can I be afraid of your death!!!"
"I will let you die slowly..."
Chen Fu was hit hard by a palm push from the scholar, his body shook, and he rushed straight towards the emperor. Lu Liangsheng took a step forward and reached out to grab him, but the latter swung his hand back, and the old man's arm collided hard. The old man's sharp claws tore one of his sleeves. Lu Liangsheng turned his wrist, grabbed the back of the opponent's hand and pulled it back, and with his other hand, he pushed out the Qianyang Palm to hit him in the chest, and his energy and magic power passed through his chest.
With his stiff body still, and his gray hair swaying slightly, Chen Fu slowly raised his skull face and squeezed out a voice.
"court death-"
Pushing against the scholar's arm, Chen Fu forced his way forward. His claws left afterimages, and the surrounding area was filled with the sound of cloth ripping and breaking.
At a certain moment, his feet paused, and Chen Fu threw himself into the collision. Fragments flew all over the sky, and the green and white robes fell off inch by inch and floated in the night sky. Lu Liangsheng flew more than ten feet away, like a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain, and crashed into a wooden building behind him.
Boom!
There was a loud noise in the darkness, and the whole wooden building was shaking.
…
“Protect the emperor!” “Protect the emperor!”
"Go up there quickly, His Majesty is here too, we'll leave a good impression!"
On the stone steps leading up to the mountain gate, four scholars took advantage of the zombie tide to hold up their robes and ran quickly upwards. Behind them were two girls, Min Yuerou and Tu Ling. Especially the former, although the girl knew that Mr. Lu had great magical powers, she still hoped to see that he was safe at the first moment.
The shouts of the four people in front suddenly stopped, and they all stopped. Min Yuerou suddenly bumped into the back of one of them. Just as she was about to speak, pieces of cloth fluttered like butterflies in her sight, and a familiar figure flew out and smashed into the wooden building.
"Lu Liangsheng—"
Min Yuerou screamed out loudly, broke free from the little maid who was holding her arms, passed the four people in front of her, and ran to the shaking wooden building over there. It was dark, and in the ruins, she could not see the figure buried underneath at all.
The woman's face was pale and her slender body shook twice. She immediately dropped the sword and crawled to the ground. Her white hands quickly dug at the broken bricks and tiles, and her lips trembled.
"Liangsheng... Lu Liangsheng..."
She scraped away the broken bricks and pushed away a broken piece of wood. She murmured to the end, choking with sobs and crying, "Don't die... You said you would come to the capital to find me... Don't go back on your word... You are a great imperial teacher, you can't go back on your word..."
"Miss, be careful!"
The sound of the rabbit bell was anxiously shouting, and the skinny corpse demon slowly turned its head to look over. The four scholars shuddered and raised their hands to cover the little maid's mouth, waving at her repeatedly: "It's none of our business, it's none of our business, we are just passing by to watch the fun..."
"Yes, yes, this little girl is ignorant and easily startled."
However, Chen Fu was too lazy to pay attention, turned around and strode towards the ruins.
The woman who was digging in the ruins over there heard the maid's words and turned around. Behind her, there was a ferocious-looking old man with bared fangs turning his face back.
Min Yuerou touched the long sword on the ground and held it in her hand. She tremblingly made a sword-drawing stance and stood in front of the ruins. Tears flowed down her face and her legs began to go weak, but she refused to move.
Hohohoho…
A unique low groan came from his throat, and Chen Fu stretched out his hand to slap away the long sword that was in stance. When he grabbed the face of the woman opposite him, thunder rumbled in the night sky, and a flash of lightning streaked down. The old man kicked his feet and floated backwards, and the lightning crackled on the place where he had just stood.
As if sensing a certain direction, he turned sideways and raised his hand with a claw. His invulnerable skin instantly grasped a huge sword that was piercing through the air. The sword was golden all over. His palm shrank like lightning and he quickly threw the opponent away with the sword.
In mid-air, Yuwen Tuo fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand pierced into the floor tile, leaving a long deep mark before he stopped.
"Master Yuwen!"
The guards hiding under the golden light shield shouted excitedly, and even Yang Jian was excited. This was the eldest disciple of the national teacher, a man with rare supernatural powers in the world. He could kill 80,000 Turks with one sword. Even if he could not defeat the enemy, he could at least delay them for a while.
But Yuwen Tuo, who slowly stood up, didn't think so. This place was in Chang'an, and he couldn't let go of his supernatural power to kill the devil with one sword.
If they really use all their strength, the city walls and nearby houses will definitely not be able to be saved.
Amid the stalemate, the night wind blowing around suddenly stopped, and the swaying forest seemed to stop at this moment. The Toad Taoist who was excitedly absorbing the corpse poison and corpse gas outside the mountain gate put away his smile and turned to look at the Taoist temple above.
In the messy square, a fox cry was heard in the empty night.
Chen Fu, who was originally staring at the golden sword in the hands of the young man opposite him, looked up at the night sky, followed the sudden fox cry, and slowly looked back, where he saw a tilted and collapsed wooden building.
Min Yuerou, who was standing there holding a sword, had a look of shock on her face and turned around quickly: "Liang Sheng..."
On the ruins of broken walls and wood, fragments slid silently and rolled down, followed by more rubble and broken tiles rolling down.
The pile of ruins bulged and then broke open, revealing a figure standing inside. In the darkness, densely packed spots of pale blue light lit up, extending and outlining, transforming into constellations.
"Chen Fu... the dead should rest in peace..."
Lu Liangsheng slowly turned his face to the side, his hair hanging down like a waterfall on his shoulders, and his hoarse voice was accompanied by the howl of a fox.