Baoqin said that Feng was hiding his ugliness, but in fact he was just exporting it.
In fact, Feng Yin at this time was no longer the mummy appearance that Zhao Changhe saw for the first time... Although his face was still rather thin, he already had the flesh and blood of a normal human being. Seriously speaking, he even had a somewhat emaciated appearance like an immortal, and was not ugly at all.
The change in appearance indicates the degree of their recovery. The fuller they look like a normal person, the more complete their recovery is and the closer they are to their peak strength.
His recovery was relatively poor earlier, and Zhao Changhe had not yet broken through the defense. He relied on the power of Longque and Xinghe's artifacts, as well as intimidation, to scare him away.
When he fought against Suzaku in Jinbei, he had recovered quite well and was almost at the mid-term level. However, he was defeated miserably by Suzaku, who had just entered the realm of defense.
Now that he has recovered from the beating by Suzaku, he is still at the same level, facing Tang Wanzhuang, who is also a newcomer to the realm of imperial power.
Nothing ever happens more than three times.
Feng Yin didn't believe that everyone on the other side had the ability to leapfrog, and he wouldn't be scared away again. Tang Wanzhuang seemed to be good at sound attack, but she even took the initiative to abandon her zither and sword and came to fight in close combat... Feng Yin thought that if he still couldn't beat you, he could really dig a hole and bury himself in it.
As a result, the longer Feng Yin fought with Tang Wanzhuang, the more he doubted his life.
The wind was unpredictable and elusive, and had always been a headache for the enemy in close combat. But now he found that this woman was even more unpredictable than himself.
The sword light was like a continuous stream, layer upon layer, and looked very beautiful. However, none of the sword light I saw was real. Inexplicably, there was harm 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 relied on vision, but even their 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 he inadvertently splashed could make him full of holes.
What's this
Feng Yin couldn't even figure out the opponent's foundation for a while.
People are too accustomed to the existence of light.
Compared to the existence of wind, this is almost a comprehensive transcendence and suppression of the laws, and is not an opponent of the same level.
"Swoosh!" Feng Yin's skinny hand passed through Tang Wanzhuang's lower abdomen.
However, that was a void, Tang Wanzhuang did not exist at all. The sword light appeared from nowhere and had already slashed towards his throat.
Yes, he appeared from nowhere, and after fighting for several rounds, Feng Yin still couldn't find where the other person was. It was like a traveler walking in the vast desert and saw an oasis, but when he actually walked in that direction, he couldn't reach the place no matter how hard he tried. Everything he saw and knew was false.
Mirage.
Feng Yin quickly avoided the wave of throat-cutting attacks, feeling a little scared.
Fortunately, his methods were also very effective. Tang Wanzhuang's cultivation was slightly weaker than his, so he could not win quickly. However, Feng Yin became more and more confused as he fought. He had no idea where the opponent was or where the attack came from. He just relied on his own cultivation and faster speed to drag the opponent. How could he fight
Looking down, the soldiers of southern Shanxi were hiding outside the artillery range 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 them.
Feng Yin had a headache.
Originally, we had planned that the other side would have Yujing to defend here, but there were only a few soldiers left in Yanmen. According to common sense, as long as we could hold back Yujing and the army below would rush forward, the other side would have to watch Yanmen being broken.
What about now? Our side didn't dare to attack the city at all and stayed far away, but Tang Wanzhuang was very relaxed. They hid in the city, they had houses and food, they could delay as long as they wanted, but how long did you want your army to stay outside the city
It seems like this battle can't be won.
As Feng Yin thought about this, his will to fight became weaker and weaker, and he began to feel like backing off.
A smile appeared in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes. She knew that this demon, who was used to going with the wind and had a strong character, was the weakest among all the known demons. He was scared away by Zhao Changhe at the beginning, and it was almost the same now.
When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
"Swish!" The Chunshui sword light converged and turned into a long rainbow, heading straight for Feng Yin.
It is difficult to hide the power of an attack that concentrates such strength. The pull of Qi will naturally be noticed by an opponent of Feng Yin's level.
Feng Yin instinctively blasted out a violent whirlwind, engulfing the figure of Tang Wanzhuang, who was united with the sword.
This was the first head-on collision between the two sides. Feng Yin should have been overjoyed and suppressed the opponent by relying on his higher level of cultivation.
But the fact is, Feng Yin hesitated.
He was suspicious and thought that Tang Wanzhuang should not reveal her aura so easily and give up her advantage in the law so easily. It didn't make sense.
Looking at the violent attack, in fact, at least half of his mind was used to frantically sense the surrounding light and shadow, and half of his strength was used to prepare for attacks from other places at any time.
The outcome is obvious.
"Clang!" The sword light easily pierced through the seemingly violent whirlwind. The sword light surged in the wind and penetrated into Feng Yin's chest.
It was actually 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 through, and the strong wind pressure pushed Tang Wanzhuang back several feet. Under the watchful eyes of everyone inside and outside the city, Feng Yin took advantage of the moment when Tang Wanzhuang retreated, turned around, and ran away without a trace in an instant.
The soldiers and horses inside and outside the city opened their mouths wide.
The soldiers and horses in southern Shanxi were all dumbfounded.
They couldn't understand the situation of the battle. They only knew that as they watched, they found that their own demon god failed in a head-on collision with the opponent, and was inexplicably pierced through the chest by the straight sword light.
Then, as if relying on his extremely fast body movements, he avoided the vital points and disappeared in an instant.
This is an ancient demon god! Even when he was defeated by Suzaku 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, and you ran away three times out of the three battles people know about. You didn't even fight for a few rounds this time. Do you use your wind 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 wall, which looked like a dream under the morning light.
"Miss!" Tang Wanzhuang staggered as soon as she landed on the top of the city wall. Baoqin quickly supported her and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Well, if you want a quick decision, you have to fight." Tang Wanzhuang's expression did not change. She sat down and whispered, "I will continue to play the piano. Don't let it get away."
The sound of the piano rose softly, without the previous sound attack that could withstand the wind pressure. It was as gentle as the wind, reaching the ears of everyone far away outside the city.
Then it spreads in my heart, creating ripples.
Everyone saw the white-haired mother at home, the peaceful countryside with lush green fields, children running on the ridges, and their laughter floating in the blue sky with kites.
Ahead is a fortified city with artillery, as well as the goddess who has dominated the world for more than a decade.
It is a war that cannot be won at all and it is also an unreasonable war.
Why did you rebel against the Tang leader
Why should we let everyone fall into war because of the selfish desires of some people
Why is Yanmen City deserted? General Huangfu is leading his troops to attack the barbarians in the north. What are we doing? We will be infamous in history forever.
The value of sound attack is never physical, but spiritual.
Tang Wanzhuang, who had been trapped by injuries for many years, finally displayed the meaning of her lifelong practice on the battlefield.
"Those who surrender will not be killed." The voice rose in his heart, and finally, some people slowly dropped their weapons.
There was a clang, like the morning bell and evening drum beating in everyone's heart. Like a domino, more and more weapons fell to the ground and resounded across the plain outside the city. Even the enemy's main general dropped his sword and knelt on one knee in front of the battle.
An army of 20,000 to 30,000 men surrendered in the face of a garrison of only one-tenth their own number.
"Miss..." Baoqin whispered, "What about now?"
Tang Wanzhuang quietly took a pill and whispered, "You go and collect the surrenders... and then use them to stabilize northern Shanxi... The previous Suzaku method is useless, we need to sort out the system first."
"Then... you... oh, how come you are hurt again, it's really..."
Tang Wanzhuang: "I'm not trying to hook up with men."
“… I didn’t say that.”
"How could I not know what you were thinking? You even wanted to ask whether my quick decision was to help Bei Xiang."
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 from here, and I can go back and forth in time to provide support. If I go far away, I'm afraid the capital will be too empty... 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, who has just broken through the triple secret treasure... In previous years, it was considered a stabilizing force, but today it is not enough.
Fortunately, the battle ended quickly. Although he was injured, he was not seriously injured and could still stand. Tang Wanzhuang stood up and looked towards the vast north. She pursed her lips and whispered to herself, "Feng Yin's appearance here means that Li Boping is indeed cooperating with the Hu people... Then at this moment, the flames of war may not only be here. I need to maintain mobile support and see if I should rush to other places. The battle outside the Great Wall... can only rely on him."
Baoqin sniffed, her expression almost crying: "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's just not paying attention... Even when he always wanted to put the two of us together, I was the one who took the initiative in the end..."
"Why don't you take the initiative to talk to me..."
"Hey, is this what a virgin would say?"
Baoqin sniffed and kept silent.
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 chances of getting married."
"If he doesn't come back, will you live alone?"
"Won't."
"Neither can I! Mind your own business, old woman!"
Baoqin left a few words 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 had more confidence in Zhao Changhe, and was less confident about the battle situation in other departments.
For example, at the moment, Hangu Pass… Although Cui Wenjing, a veteran of the Heavenly Ranking, is in charge, and Yang Jingxiu and others, although they are "in seclusion", may not resist if they are really attacked. He may have broken through the three secret treasures after so long… He looks quite reliable. However, similar to Xia Chichi in the capital, Cui Wenjing has not been able to break through the Imperial… He is called the Heavenly Ranking, but in this world of gods and demons, I really don’t know if it is enough.
… …
In fact, the battle at Hangu had not started at this moment.
Li Boping himself led the army eastward, and Cui Wenjing stationed a lot of troops here, they were mobilized from Jiangnan and Jianghuai. They were not used to the climate and water, so it was not a big problem for them to help defend Hangu Pass. Tang Buqi and Wan Dongliu were all here, plus Cui Yuanyang and the Yang family, they were truly a strong army.
If neither side has control of their territory, then this would be the closest thing to a normal large-scale war in history, and it would be impossible to resolve it quickly.
But Li Boping didn't want to stay in a stalemate with Cui Wenjing.
No matter what the outcome of the battle in the northern frontier was, if Zhao Changhe won and the Hui army was defeated, Guanlong would be destroyed; if the Hu people won and marched south, he would be nothing but a dog. Neither was in his interest.
The only thing that suits his interests is that while the decisive battle in the northern part of the border is going on and the outcome cannot be determined in a short time, he has already taken advantage of the situation to lead his people to break through the Central Plains and gather a large force. By then, whether the Han army returns or the Hu people go south, they will not be able to do anything to him.
But if you want to break through Hangu Pass quickly, you must have gods and demons to control the territory. Otherwise, relying on war alone is just a dream. It is not that easy to fight.
However, even the gods and demons in control of the realm found that it did not seem to work as they had imagined.
Huang Yang's haggard face turned red in the military camp, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Li Boping was shocked: "Why are you injured, sir?"
"Qinghe Sword..." The cold eyes of a round-faced little girl just now flashed through Huang Yang's mind, and he was still frightened.
I really didn't expect that the opponent's magic weapon was not Cui Wenjing at all, but his young daughter who had just come of age and got married, or simply put, the full-blooded version of the Qinghe Sword!
The four swords of mountains and rivers bring peace to the world.
This was the divine sword that was created by Piao Miao back then, specifically to suppress Huang Huang Anmie and his gang that represented the Devil of Destruction. It was a natural nemesis!
Not only that, the little girl's practice is also a bit strange.
On the surface, it seemed that she had just barely broken through the second level of secret storage, but for some reason, Huang Yang's magic was like hitting a wall, and she almost lost her soul.
Is it the protection that the Qinghe Sword gives 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, the spell will not be cast in the military camp, but instead try to target ordinary soldiers outside.
Huang Huang represents desolation and withering. He could have made the enemy's army decay and become 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. When he faced Zhao Changhe in Qinghe, he could not shake Zhao Changhe's extremely vigorous Qi and blood cultivation, and the assistance of the sword. This was because Zhao Changhe specialized in Qi and blood cultivation and strengthened his body, so he could withstand it. It is understandable.
But how to say this time... It's like a drop of ink trying to stain a piece of white paper, it looks like it succeeded, it works. But when you stretch your perspective, the white paper is like an endless river and mountain, a drop of ink dripped on it, not even a pore, you can't even see where it is. Try your best to spread it, you can only sigh in despair.
A drop in the bucket is not as shameful as this; it can be considered as a tiny insect compared to the vast mountains.
A pair of cold eyes appeared in front of him again.
"Piao Miao!" Huang Yan shouted at the top of his lungs, and his whole body bounced up in the tent with a "bang", sweating profusely, as if he had just had a nightmare.
Li Boping and others looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on.
Huang Yang panted heavily and said hurriedly: "This battle cannot be fought unless the Lord takes action personally... If it is really her, except for the Night Emperor and the Lord, no one in the world can be her opponent!"
Lord...
The lord of the wilderness refers to Jiuyou.
Jiuyou subdued all the demons representing all kinds of mess and brought them under his command, and also subdued some 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?"
Huang Yan panted and said, "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 the Qinghe Sword... But, but I can't break the protection of the Qinghe Sword."
"Actually... if it's really Piaomiao, that's a good thing..." Jiuyou chuckled and whispered, "It'd better be."
As he spoke, Jiuyou flicked his fingers gently: "If it's just the Qinghe Sword, then I can make it temporarily ineffective."
Cui Yuanyang was attending a military meeting in the military camp. Cui Wenjing suddenly realized something: "Yangyang, what happened to you just now?"
Cui Yuanyang scratched his head and said, "It felt like a fly was biting me and I slapped it."
Generals: “…”
As they were talking, Cui Yuanyang's expression changed slightly: "Qinghe? Qinghe?"
Cui Wenjing stood up suddenly: "What?"
"I don't know. Qinghe seems to have fallen asleep again suddenly..." Cui Yuanyang was anxious: "This shouldn't be!"
"But the Sword of Silence is just a sword after all." A 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 were here, he would know that the Jiuyou that Changan saw was not half as expressive as the one shown here.
This is the complete form of Jiuyou, descending 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 pursuing Prince Zhao and is crying and shouting to be taken as a concubine."
Jiuyou: “?”
Cui Yuanyang's frightened pale face suddenly changed, and he put his hands on his waist and pointed: "Fox spirit, shameless! The Li family has been nobles for generations, and you have no shame!"
Jiuyou was too lazy to argue with the little girl. This was not the way to mess up his backyard... She waved her hand leisurely and said, "Yes, yes, my young lady, come back with me and see how much he values you."
As the words came out, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt as if he was lifted up by an invisible hand and was floating in the air involuntarily.
But the next moment, he felt relaxed again, as if the invisible force was offset by someone.
Looking up, the shadow of Jiuyou floating in the void had already ascended to the sky: "You finally made a move, my dear sister."
Cui Yuanyang seemed to see a face very similar to Jiuyou, looming in the void, with eyes closed, silent and quiet.
Cui Yuanyang's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Why... I don't even feel this kind of... unhappy feeling towards Jiuyou, and want to hit her
(End of this chapter)