Spirit Realm Walker

In the night sky, a figure like an iron tower came through the air, with three heads and eight arms, holding a sword, gun, and halberd. The dark golden skin shone with metallic luster, and the knotted muscles seemed to be the work of a master sculptor, full of mechanical beauty.

The three heads are like copper bells, with a wide mouth and a big nose, and a ferocious look. The overall image is like a ferocious sculpture of a ferocious god in a temple.

Coincidentally, the generals and soldiers fighting in the battlefield stopped one after another, looking at this god-like and demonic figure in horror.

The number one master in the North, Tuoba Guanghe.

As soon as he appeared, the boiling battlefield became silent.

Tuoba Guanghe looked down from a high position, looking across the messy battlefield, looking at Fu Qingyang at the top of the city, and said in a loud voice:

"Yang Ce, it's surprising that there is a swordsman like you in the Southern Dynasty. You are a junior, and I never bully the younger ones. Why don't you do this, I will take over your three swords.

"If you can hurt me, I will retreat and have a truce for three days."

The Demon Eye King sneered: "If you want to fight, just fight. What nonsense, Tuoba, why don't you let me play with you?"

He could see Tuoba Guanghe's sinister intentions at a glance. He first made a high-profile entrance to scare the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty, and then proposed a bet. If Fu Qingyang did not agree, it would be tantamount to showing cowardice.

The defenders who were already frightened saw that their marshal was timid, and their morale must have plummeted. In the ensuing siege, the Northern Dynasties would have every advantage.

If Fu Qingyang agrees, then he will be playing into Tuoba Guanghe's hands. The ancient war god's bronze skin and iron bones are invulnerable, and he has a level advantage. He can easily defend against the three swords of the eighth-level Yanshi.

You must know that Yanshi's advantage lies not in single combat, but in the manipulation of puppets and soldiers.

The Demon Eye King was hinting to Fu Qingyang that if he refused, he would be able to seriously injure or even kill Wanyan Batian if he was given another ten minutes. By then, with his three masters joining forces, it would not be difficult to deal with Tuoba Guanghe.

Fu Qingyang glanced at the soldiers at the top of the city and at the enemy troops below the city. Those eyes, either expectant or provocative, were all focused on him at this moment.

Fu Qingyang stood proudly on the top of the city, with everyone watching, holding down the hilt of his sword, "Okay!"

The expressions of Demon Eye King, Zhao Chenghuang and Tianxia Guihuo all changed.

Lingjun sighed.

Tuoba Guanghe raised his lips: "I won't hide!"

"You can't hide either!" Fu Qingyang said coldly.

With a clatter, the black cloak embroidered with gold threads hung behind the young marshal, showing off.

The aura of Yanshi, who was in the early stage of the eighth level, suddenly rose, like a sharp sword unsealed. Looking at Fu Qingyang's soldiers on both sides, he felt his eyeballs sting and tears rolling down his face, as if he had been pricked by an invisible hair-thin needle. He couldn't help but Look away.

After receiving the blessing of the cloak, Fu Qingyang opened the inventory and summoned the real sword - Cold Iron Jade Dragon.

A famous master-level sword.

In the eyes of the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty, the marshal's ability to capture objects from the void was a miracle, and their confidence skyrocketed.

Tuoba Guanghe said with a smile: "There is such a magic weapon in the world. After today, it will be my commander's trophy."

Fu Qingyang stepped forward at the top of the city, looking as graceful as a giant in his cloak. Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, he soared up and flew in front of Tuoba Guanghe, raising his long sword high.

As the long sword with cold light was raised, the soldiers of the two countries who watched this scene suddenly felt despair. The sword seemed to be slashing towards them, and they thought from the bottom of their hearts that they could not avoid it.

He can actually affect the spectators. His skills have improved again. Fu Qingyang is a pervert just like Yuan Shi. A pervert in different senses. Lingjun's hands and feet trembled and he muttered silently.

The jade dragon cuts down, the sword energy is like a rainbow.

However, facing such a sharp sword, Tuoba Guanghe simply closed his eight arms and formed a shield wall with swords, guns, swords and halberds.

"boom!"

Fu Qingyang's Jade Dragon Sword struck the steel shield wall. The sound it made was not the sharp sound of gold and iron colliding, but a thunderous explosion, which showed the abundant power contained in this sword.

Tuoba Guanghe was like a ball beaten by a giant, hitting the ground like a comet and smashing into the Northern Dynasty army camp, causing death and dust.

The soldiers on both sides stared nervously at the misty dust.

"Excellent swordsmanship. Between the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the two rivers and lakes, your swordsmanship, Yang Ce, is undoubtedly the best, unparalleled in the world." Tuoba's brilliant laughter came, and with a bang, he rushed up from the dust, In mint condition.

The soldiers of the Northern Dynasty were relieved and applauded one after another. I don't know who shouted: "The giant army of the gods is brave and invincible, and the eight-armed Tuoba controls the world."

In an instant, the shouts were deafening and loud.

The defenders of the Southern Dynasty looked disappointed.

Fu Qingyang turned a blind eye to the clamor, opened the inventory, and took out the soldier doll storage box bought from the elder of Jiange.

The thick bronze box half a man's height fell to the ground with a clang, and the lid of the box was opened. Fu Qingyang inserted the Jade Dragon Sword in front of him, and with his ten fingers moving, black shadows jumped out of the box.

Amidst the sound of the collision of bronze vessels, more than a hundred bronze soldier dolls appeared at the top of the city, with their heads and limbs hanging down, and their bodies crumbling, like marionettes.

Fu Qingyang flicked his fingers slightly, and the soldiers all raised their heads, looking at Tuoba Guanghe with stiff and lifeless faces.

He raised his hand again, and with a clanging sound, more than a hundred bronze soldiers rose into the sky, like locusts, like a rain of arrows, surrounding Tuoba Guanghe in the sky.

Fu Qingyang pressed his hands, and the soldier puppets that filled the sky and raised their bronze swords suddenly surged forward, firing hundreds of swords.

Every sword contains abundant power, and every sword is extremely skilled.

Hundreds of swords fired in unison.

Tuoba Guanghe finally showed a hint of dignity. He dispersed the swords, spears, swords and halberds held by his eight arms, and formed four seals in front of him.

A majestic and dark King Ming's Dharma condensed behind him, and the air around the Dharma was faintly twisted, forming a closed sphere.

The bronze soldier puppet's slash fell.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding." The bronze swords were broken into pieces one after another, and the sword energy contained in them was either reflected by the air shield, or escaped due to the broken swords, shooting in all directions.

Part of the sword energy fell on the city head, creating a finger-deep hole. The debris was like rain, and the defenders on the city head held their heads to avoid it.

Part of the sword energy fell under the city, and many Northern Dynasty soldiers did not even have a chance to react, so they were penetrated by the sword energy and collapsed in the blood mist.

When the storm like a rainstorm ended, the soldiers of both armies finally dared to raise their heads and stopped escaping. They couldn't wait to look at Tuoba Guanghe.

At this glance, the attitudes of both sides reversed.

The faces of the defenders of the Southern Dynasty instantly dimmed, but the soldiers of the Northern Dynasty cheered loudly.

Tuoba Guanghe was intact.

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

The exciting roar was like thunder, like a tsunami, and the morale of the Northern Dynasty soldiers was twisted into one force between these two swords, like a rainbow.

Seeing this scene, the senior generals of the Southern Dynasty looked solemn.

The Art of War says: Attack the city first, attack the heart first.

Tuoba Guanghe proposed the bet, not to show his force, but for this purpose. He only carried two swords, but it made the defenders lose heart and the morale of the Northern Dynasty army was high.

After he defended the third sword, he gave the order and the army attacked the city, and victory was certain.

The number one master in the North was not only a powerful warrior, but also an outstanding general.

Under the city, Demon Eye jumped onto the city wall and strode towards Fu Qingyang. He must dissuade this bet. Fu Qingyang's behavior was tantamount to personally breaking the morale of his own army.

He couldn't understand how, with Fu Qingyang's wisdom and calmness, he could agree to Tuoba Guanghe's bet?

Lingjun blocked the Demon Eye King: "Don't disturb the Marshal."

The Demon Eye King said coldly: "A mere saint, you have no idea how terrifying the ninth-level ancient war god is."

Even if he reaches the pinnacle of bewitching demonic eyes, he will still be ravaged by the ninth-level ancient war god. It is useless to weaken the opponent with spiritual violence, because he cannot break the defense at all.

Lingjun sighed: "I know he has no chance of winning, but you'd better not stop him."

"Why?" Demon Eye King frowned.

"When you encounter corrupt officials, when you encounter villains who bully men and women, can we stop you?" Lingjun asked.

"Then you are seeking death."

"So" Lingjun shrugged: "Everyone has character flaws. When faced with the character flaws of his companions, he can only recognize them."

Lingjun looked at Fu Qingyang, who was standing at the top of the city with an expressionless face, and thought of this good friend's past.

As a direct descendant of a spiritual realm family and the only son of the head of the family, Fu Qingyang's boyhood was miserable. His childhood was muddled and his talent was not obvious, but he was not bad at all.

By the time he was a teenager, his swordsmanship and fighting skills were average, and his physique was average. He could be called a product of the Fu family. However, his swordsmanship and fighting skills were so poor that he might not even be able to get a character card.

Nothing but a good-looking skin.

How could the talented head of the family give birth to a loser? The elders in the clan couldn't figure it out and sighed sadly.

The attitude and comments of adults often affect the child, so his peers in the clan began to laugh at him. Seeing that he would not be punished for laughing at the son of the family leader, and seeing that the elders turned a blind eye, they gradually became more and more serious.

From ridicule to insult, from insult to bullying.

Until one day, a stubborn young man took a wooden sword and broke the bones of all his peers who had bullied him.

Fight alone and never retreat!

This is Fu Qingyang's character flaw, and it is also his philosophy of persisting through dark times.

Fu Qingyang did not take back the priceless soldier dolls. He watched them fall like rain and scatter under the city. The cheers of the Northern Dynasty army were sharp and harsh, which was very similar to the slander and ridicule in his youth.

The first sword is the pinnacle of his single-target attack.

The second sword is the joint fencing technique he has recently learned.

He put all his strength and did not injure a single hair on the enemy.

He pulled out the Jade Dragon Sword and remembered the oath that the young man with a bruised nose and face made silently while standing in front of the mirror:

Don’t retreat!

Even if you die, you won’t retreat!

The frustration of the failure of the two swords surged in his chest and melted away. The concept he had adhered to for many years was boiling and roaring, turning into an indomitable raging sword intent. The spiritual energy around his body rolled into the divine weapon, exhausting his physical strength and still continued.

Fu Qingyang's temples were grey, and his black hair was mixed with silver threads. He didn't care about it at all and was still overstretching his strength.

"Don't retreat!"

He whispered to himself and threw the Jade Dragon Sword.

A cold light flashed between heaven and earth, and the sword energy filled the universe.

That cold light instantly penetrated Tuoba Guanghe and passed through his chest, so fast that the top expert in the North didn't even react.

He lowered his head in shock and looked at his bleeding chest.

All the noise stopped, and there was silence above and below the city.

"Your Majesty, I am late to save you, please forgive me." The beautiful woman knelt on the ground.

Zhang Yuanqing staggered down and sat down on the table, waving his hands: "It doesn't matter."

He looked at Wanmei and sighed:

"I didn't expect that my harem is crouching with tigers and hidden dragons. Although Zheng Longtu is a dabbler who relies on his family background, his cultivation is not bad. I didn't expect that he can't even block Wan Mei's moves. Being my concubine is really humiliating Wan Mei. Why not You be the leader."

Moisture Depriver is a skill that can only be mastered by level 6 plague gods.

In other words, this beautiful woman with the ability to run horses on her arms corresponds to the sixth-level Plague God.

The beautiful lady said with a loud voice:

"Your Majesty, this concubine is a female and is not worthy of the position of commander. I only want to serve and protect your majesty in the palace."

Your body and momentum are more than enough to kill enemies in battle, let alone as a commander. Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

Wanmei hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I dare not hide it from Your Majesty. In fact, I am a dead warrior trained by the Queen Mother, and my duty is to protect Your Majesty in the harem."

A dead soldier trained by the Queen Mother? No wonder the copy gives hints! Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

It seems that the Queen Mother also knew that her son was very naughty and would be difficult to become a wise king, so she arranged two bodyguards, Li Changshi and Wan Meiren.

One is in the light and the other is in the dark, protecting Zhao Shun at all times.

These two characters are what I rely on before my identity is revealed and before I get to know my teammates! Well, that's right. If I don't have close bodyguards, my strength is sealed, my teammates turn against each other, and the commander of the Imperial City Division harbors evil intentions, I have almost no way to survive.

Zhang Yuanqing said happily: "Loyalty cannot be expressed in words, loyalty cannot be expressed in words. Such a loyal and righteous man, I actually forgot your name."

Wanmei was flattered: "My concubine's name is Wandou."

"I will make you a noble concubine." Zhang Yuanqing boasted to Haikou.

Anyway, it was Zhao Shun who took the blame in the end, and it had nothing to do with Yuanshi Tianzun.

In the gratitude of Wan Meiren and the future Concubine Wan, Zhang Yuanqing said: "Sneak into the palace immediately, capture the three beauties, take them to a secluded place and imprison them, and then wait for my order."

The beautiful woman nodded, and her body turned into a stream of water, flowing away from the gaps in the scale-like black tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing waited for a few more seconds, then rushed to the door in a panic and said loudly:

"There's an assassin, there's an assassin, come and save him."

The Imperial Guards who were fighting the Gu Insects were shocked, and quickly held up torches and came closer.

Under the cover of the Fire Master, a commander of the Forbidden Army rushed forward and said: "Your Majesty, I have come to rescue you. Where is the assassin?"

Zhang Yuanqing pointed behind him, with a look of shock on his face, "Quick, go and save Commander Zheng. Commander Zheng is pestering the assassin in the palace."

The commander of the imperial army quickly looked into the palace, his expression instantly frozen.

Zhang Yuanqing continued to yell: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go and rescue Commander Zheng!"

The commander of the Forbidden Army had an ugly expression: "Your Majesty, look back and see that Commander Zheng died in the line of duty."

At this moment, the door of the palace, which was burning with fire, was suddenly knocked open, and a "river" swept the three beauties, rushing through the air, and fled towards the imperial garden.

The Gu insects flying all over the sky buzzed and flapped their wings, chasing after him quickly.

Part of the imperial army followed Gu Chong and "River" and continued the pursuit, while the other part stayed to protect the emperor, or command the eunuchs and maids to put out the fire.

Li Changshi walked out of the sea of ​​fire covered in blood. He glanced around anxiously and finally felt relieved when he saw that His Majesty was still alive.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.