Spirit Realm Walker

"Your Majesty has been ordered by heaven to live a long and prosperous life!"

"Long live your majesty!"

The soldiers of the Southern Dynasties in the city and at the top of the city did not feel the roaring sword light, and were still deeply immersed in the miracle of His Majesty the Emperor's two resurrections from the dead.

They excitedly waved their weapons and shouted "Long live", unswervingly believing that His Majesty is the true Son of Heaven, the human emperor destined by destiny.

The beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous long dress, full of maternal glory, was considered by the soldiers to be a goddess descending to earth to assist His Majesty.

The dissatisfaction, resentment, and anger towards the emperor in the past disappeared at this moment.

The Imperial City Division and the inner city defense troops who were on their way heard the "Long Live" of the tsunami roaring from Chengtou Mountain in the distance, and they were secretly glad to have reined in their horses and turned back in time.

With His Majesty's help from God, there is still a glimmer of hope to resist foreign enemies. If we surrender, the end will definitely not be good.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the sword light on the horizon and almost cried with joy. He thought to himself, damn you, you are finally here. If you don't come, your trusted brother will be killed!

Of course, in front of countless defenders, he had to maintain his dignity and said in a long voice:

"My great marshal is here, King Qin!"

Only then did everyone notice the sword light on the horizon that looked like a meteor.

At first glance, the sword light was still far away. In the blink of an eye, it descended on the city with the force of wind and thunder. Then, everyone heard the belated arrival of a thunderous sonic boom.

Looking closely, he saw that the man had a handsome face, wearing blood-stained armor, and a gorgeous black cloak embroidered with gold thread. He was majestic and handsome, and his handsomeness was iron-blooded.

It was Yang Ce who was guarding Linxia City.

Fu Qingyang's cold pool-like eyes swept across the entire audience and looked at Zhang Yuanqing.

The latter immediately landed at the top of the city, side by side with Fu Qingyang, facing the enemy at the height together.

"All the enemies in the capital have been killed, but Xiao Yuan, the palace master and the leader of the Red Fire Gang have been hit by the corpse curse, and the Yin Qi has invaded. They can't fight any more. They can only use the support to help us." Zhang Yuanqing lowered his voice and used the simplest language. Explain the situation.

"Magic Eye and Xiahou Aotian were left in Linxia by me to contain the main force of the Northern Dynasty. They were accompanied by only 800 elites." Fu Qingyang's explanation was even briefer.

Zhang Yuanqing looked up and saw a cavalry galloping toward the city gate like stars and the moon.

He looked back and said:

"My suit is in a cooling state, and the Yata mirror is also in a cooling state. Currently, the only one who can fight alongside the boss is this seven-foot body."

Fu Qingyang turned his head, looked at him a few times, and said calmly: "It's somewhat useful, but not very useful."

Boss, this hurts your self-esteem! Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

On the other side, Tuoba Guanghe waited for a while and saw that no master-level strongman came. He finally turned his attention to Yang Ce and Zhao Shun at the top of the city. These two core figures of the Southern Dynasty, their voices were like thunder:

"Yang Ce, without the help of Wanyan Rentu and that annoying weapon refiner, you are about to die, how dare you fight me."

Based on his status, it is not difficult to see that the woman in the red dress holding the bronze pot has stagnant Yin energy and poor spiritual power. Although she has the status of a master, she is nothing more than a decoration.

And the femininity dressed in weird clothes can kill evil spirits with one punch, so there is nothing to worry about.

He has figured out Zhao Shun's strength and can kill him within three moves.

The three masters are nothing to worry about.

Yang Ce is also no match for him, and it is imperative to conquer the capital.

Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing looked at each other. The former had a stern expression, while the latter had a determined look.

The cloak was fluttering in the night wind. Fu Qingyang raised his head, looked at Tuoba Guanghe coldly, and said:

"Tuoba, you have conquered the two rivers and lakes in the north and the south, and defeated all the warriors in the world. In order to seek a single defeat, you entered the dynasty as a general and fought in the north and south for more than ten years without any defeat.

"I also want to know whether Yanshi is the master or the ancient God of War is the lord on this battlefield."

As the clear, cold and arrogant voice echoed, he raised his hands, and countless invisible threads spurted out from his fingertips, fluttering all over the sky and connecting to the heads of the defenders at the top of the city.

The two thousand soldiers at the top of the city all lowered their heads.

As Fu Qingyang pressed his hands, two thousand soldiers rose into the air at the same time and jumped down from the twenty-meter-high city wall.

Tuoba Guanghe fell from a height and faced the surging enemy troops, showing excitement. He and Fu Qingyang fought in Linxia for ten days. The other side fought steadily and stood firm on the city wall, never using the art of controlling troops. Play a battlefield game with him.

He immediately waved his hand and laughed wildly:

"Juque Army, fight!"

Four hundred heavily armored cavalry swept out of the formation, and the heavy hoofs caused the ground to vibrate slightly. The horses of the Juque Army were all the strongest and tallest horses on the grassland.

The grassland tribes do not like this kind of horses because they cannot run fast, are not flexible enough, have strong explosive power, but not enough endurance. Although they are good horses for rushing into battle, they are not suitable for long-distance attacks and cannot fight protracted battles.

But in the Northern Dynasties, where smelting technology was developed, they were meat grinders on the battlefield, heavy armored cavalry running rampant.

Facing the charging torrent of steel, the two thousand soldiers showed no fear. The hundred soldiers in the front row bent over uniformly and waved their sabers towards the horse's legs.

The war horse whined and fell to the ground, and the giant soldiers on the horse rolled out.

The heavy cavalry from behind swarmed in, gently swung their swords, and chopped off the heads of those who had cut off the horse's legs.

A soldier from the Juque Army who fell out rolled several times and was stabbed through the heart by a charging Southern Dynasty soldier as soon as he got up.

The Juque Army soldier laughed ferociously, and stabbed the soldier in the chest with his backhand. The spilled blood did not drip, but turned into blood mist-like spiritual energy, which poured into the nasal cavity of the Juque Army soldier, nourishing the body and repairing the injury. panacea.

"puff!"

In the diagonal ground, a ghostly soldier came out and chopped off the head of the giant warrior with one knife.

Just after he killed the enemy, he was split in half by the heavy cavalry from behind.

The armored heavy cavalry was like a sharp knife, thrusting straight into the abdomens of the two thousand defenders, cutting the formation in half.

Tuoba Guanghe was strict in running the army, and his training was even more rigorous, especially in the Juque Army. Every one of them was an elite selected from the army, and he personally taught them how to practice. It took him ten years to achieve this state of affairs.

With an army of five hundred giants, the bottom line for an ordinary warrior is a first-class master (level 3), a commander is at the early stage of a minor master, and a centurion is at the minor master level.

The left and right leaders are the masters.

Such a team, led by him personally, can penetrate an infantry formation of ten thousand people and can also destroy an entire country.

The two thousand infantry of the Southern Dynasty fell in pieces.

At this time, Fu Qingyang jerked his right hand far away, and saw a rain of fire coming from the cavalry formation of the Juque Army.

In an instant, explosions rumbled everywhere, and the armored horses were either overturned by the air waves or blown to pieces. Several Juque soldiers were killed on the spot.

The sound of horse hooves came like a tide, and eight hundred elite troops entered the scene, inserting themselves from the left wing of the Juque Army.

The cavalry in the front row were holding large one-meter-high shields, which they pushed forward like bulldozers. Each shield-bearer was a strong man with broad and thick shoulders, and his arms were thicker than a woman's waist.

The cavalrymen in the second row are powerful, holding long-handled sabers that can kill both men and horses with one blow.

The third row is the cavalry with restless eyebrows and eyes, and their weapons are ordinary swords.

The fourth row was composed of archers with swords. They stood up in stirrups, drew their bows and fired with uniform movements. The arrows hit the necks of horses and the throats of heavy armored cavalry. Their archery skills were like gods.

The shield-wielding cavalry rushed into the camp and knocked the heavy armored cavalry of the Juque Army off their backs. Immediately afterwards, a team of horse-killing swords with strange strength rushed out and killed both men and horses on the spot with one strike.

During this process, the archer at the rear kept holding his bow to support his teammates.

After the sword force of the saber-slaying team was used up, the fire masters in the third row once again used their strength to invade like fire and finish off the giant troops who had been disrupted.

The brutal fighting began quickly.

Fu Qingyang looked down at the battlefield with a stern face, his fingers flicking and dragging. Under his control, the two thousand infantry and eight hundred cavalry cooperated tacitly, sometimes dividing their troops to outflank, sometimes targeting the opportunity to gather together to attack the enemy's weak points.

Sometimes they pretend to attack to attract attention and provide cover for attacking comrades on both wings, steadily consuming the number of Juque troops.

Yanshi's puppet control technique is divided into deep control and superficial control.

The so-called deep control is to transform the "soldier puppet" into a soldier puppet without emotions and pain, and then transfer one's own power to the soldier puppet through "silk threads".

One person is like a thousand soldiers, just like two thousand soldiers of the Southern Dynasty.

The shallow level of control only conveys instructions through silk threads, and the body is still controlled by the puppets themselves. This method is often used when the "soldiers" are all spiritual realm walkers.

Only in this way can the soldiers give full play to their combat power.

For example, eight hundred cavalry.

"Marshal Yang, your puppet control skills are nothing more than this. Brothers, let him see our strength." A mist master from the Juque Army took a deep breath and exhaled, and large streams of white mist were sprayed out. , spread quickly.

The mist masters in the Juque army followed suit one after another, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist. After a while, it thickly enveloped the wilderness outside the city, completely covering the soldiers on both sides.

Fu Qingyang's insight technique can no longer function.

From the mist came the sound of horse hooves, the clash of gold and gold, and the sound of sharp blades cutting bodies.

The defenders at the top of the city were lying beside the female wall, eyes wide open, trying their best to see the battle clearly. However, the fog was so thick that they could only hear their sounds but not their shapes.

Fu Qingyang felt that the threads on his fingertips were disconnected one by one, and the "soldier puppets" lost contact with each other.

In a short quarter of an hour, a total of 600 silk threads were broken, which meant that 600 soldiers were killed, and the number was still increasing.

After all, the soldier puppet is not the Yinyi of the Night God, and cannot share the vision. The thick fog blocks the sight, restraining the scout's insight skills, and Fu Qingyang seems to be blindfolded.

If this continues, defeat is inevitable.

Outside the thick fog, Tuoba Guanghe raised the corners of his mouth and said in a loud voice:

"Yang Ce, I haven't taken action yet. Now you know who is the king on the battlefield?"

Boom!

Suddenly, a drum sound like muffled thunder spread, shaking the whole place.

The billowing thick fog was stagnant.

Tuoba Guanghe's expression changed, thunder was rolling in his ears, and his heart was pounding with fear. He had been on the battlefield for many years and had slaughtered thousands of creatures. At this moment, he unconsciously felt fear.

He looked beyond the thick fog and followed the sound. On the city wall, he saw Zhao Shun standing in front of a large drum wrapped in dark green animal skin, holding a white leg bone and beating hard.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom."

The drumbeats became thicker and louder and more urgent.

Tuoba Guanghe felt that the sound of the drum was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart again and again, causing his blood to surge and his spiritual energy to stagnate.

In the thick fog, a figure rushed out, it was the cavalry of the Juque Army.

Then came the second, third, and fourth lines. More and more giant troops rushed out of the thick fog and fled in all directions, their expressions distorted with fear.

"Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes!" Zhang Yuanqing laughed and said: "Shuai Yang, I will beat the drum for you personally. You just fly your sword to take the heads and kill all the enemy chiefs."

This is Zhang Yuanqing's treasure chest. The Kui Niu Drum is a prop captured in the battle to hunt down the three elders of the Southern Sect. It is the best prop to dominate the stage.

It is said that the Kui Niu drum, which has eighty sides, was made by the Nine Heavens Xuannv for the Yellow Emperor. It shook for 500 miles at one time and for 3,600 miles in a row. The enemy's fighting spirit was completely lost and they were defeated like a mountain.

This is what Xiahou Aotian told him, and the information came from Grandpa Ring.

The old man also told Xiahou Aotian that Jiutian Xuannv was a demigod in the bachelor profession and the ancestor of alchemists like them.

This drum is extremely powerful, but the price is extremely harsh. The person who beats the drum must concentrate on it and cannot use skills or props, and the spirit must be strong enough to withstand the backlash of the Kui Niu Drum.

Therefore, the person who originally used the Kui Niu Drum was the third elder of the Southern Sect. The illusionist had a powerful spiritual body and was ranked among the top three in all professions.

This prop is of little significance when fighting the Imperial Guard. On the one hand, the Imperial Guard is close to immortality and cannot be killed even if the drum is suppressed. On the other hand, there are not enough main members on our side. If he is "restrained" by the Kui Niu Drum again, Xiao Yuan and others couldn't defeat the imperial master at all, and they couldn't use the Kui Niu drum.

Fu Qingyang's iceberg face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally showed a smile.

The few remaining three hundred cavalrymen rushed out of the thick fog and chased the fleeing Juque army. After a meal of chopping melons and vegetables, Tuoba Guanghe's ten years of hard work were in vain.

More than a thousand infantry and three hundred cavalry quickly gathered, raised their swords high, and rushed towards Tuoba Guanghe.

Tuoba Guanghe's eyes were gloomy, his chest and abdomen suddenly bulged, and the air flow rolled like his abdomen, all in one breath.

One thousand two hundred Southern Dynasty soldiers were wiped out.

Fu Qingyang and Tuoba Guanghe moved at the same time. One of them jumped out of the city wall and transformed into the sharpest sword light in the world. A man rose into the sky, like a arrogant and domineering magic sword.

At the top of the city, the emperor beat the drum.

Under the city, Princess Yinyao took out Little Red Riding Hood and happily collected the bodies of the Juque army.