The two fight together like two war gods from heaven fighting together.
The powerful qi turned into a translucent barrier covering the entire forest.
Li Chengfeng's swordsmanship was domineering and fierce, and he stabbed Yang Yu from strange angles from time to time, which made her frightened.
However, Yang Yu was at the peak of the Grandmaster after all, and he was not at a disadvantage in the middle of the Grandmaster.
Her sword technique is different from that of Li Chengfeng. Her soft sword is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, and it is fatal.
Although her peak strength of the Grandmaster is extremely pure, Li Chengfeng's internal strength is far more powerful than that of the Grandmaster's mid-stage.
Just when the two were in a difficult position, the battlefield on the other side fell silent.
Under the powerful firepower of the Musketeers, coupled with the well-trained Qikill Army and the Yuwen tribe with high martial arts qualities.
After Yang Yu left, the White Lotus Sect, who was already at a disadvantage, quickly fell into a disadvantage and was unilaterally massacred by the musket army.
However, after two incense sticks, the ground was full of corpses of the White Lotus Cultists, and their bodies were full of bullet holes, and none of them were spared.
"Since these rebels have been resolved, let's go and support the Eighth Prince!" Yu Wenqi, the leader of the Yuwen clan, walked to Xuan Er and said.
Xuan Er looked at the Tianlang and Yu Wenqi beside him, then looked at the internal energy that was stirring in the distance and the invisible barrier.
"The war between the Grandmaster is no longer something we can intervene!" "Especially the Eighth Prince and Yang Yu are not ordinary Grandmasters!"
"Greedy Lang, take the Muskets Army to support the Eighth Prince. If something happens, be sure to rescue the Eighth Prince!" Xuan Er said in a deep voice.
Gan Lang nodded and rushed to the woods beside him with the musket army.
Xuan Er and Yu Wen Qi stayed near the carriage, Li Lizhi and Wu Xu, who were guarding the carriage.
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At this time, Li Chengfeng had basically figured out Yang Yu's sword moves, and he danced Feng's legs and pulled them back.
"Holy Spirit Sword Technique: Sword 13!" Li Chengfeng shouted softly, and the Xuanyuan Sword began to emit powerful throbbing.
The Holy Spirit Sword Technique was exchanged from the system, and each sword move has its own unique features.
Among them, Sword Thirteen is the most unique, and its strength depends entirely on the power of the person who swung the sword technique.
Since ancient times, powerful people, kings, princes, generals and ministers have all possessed the world's great power, not to mention that he is not only the eighth prince of this prosperous Tang Dynasty, but also a strong man with the strength of a great master.
A powerful force poured into the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand from the surrounding space.
Seeing this, Yang Yu did not dare to underestimate him. He put down the sword in his hand, and his internal force turned into countless white-robed Buddha statues behind her.
What's strange is that the faces of these Buddha statues are extremely ferocious, and they are holding a bloody head in their hands.
In the center of these Buddhas, there was a female Bodhisattva, Yang Yu and herself.
"Wusheng Lao Mother, the hometown is empty, the Buddha's country in her palm!" Yang Yu shouted softly, and the phantom behind him reappeared in his palm, killing Li Chengfeng with great hostility.
Jian Shisan collided with the Buddha's kingdom in his palm, and the powerful internal energy collided, and a terrifying internal energy vortex formed between the two for a moment.
The internal energy in the two of them rushed in quickly, but in the end, it was a move that Yang Yu had in his palm, and the figure of the Buddha Kingdom began to reveal a subtle crack.
"No... this is impossible!" Yang Yu's eyes were full of suspicion. As a martial arts genius of the Great Sui Dynasty, she had been studying tricks for decades, but she could not compare to this boy with a lower level than her.
Seeing the increasing cracks on the Buddha's country in his palm, Yang Yu seemed to see the moment his dream of restoring the country was broken.
Crack, a crisp sound sounded, and the group of Buddha's phantoms turned into bits of fragments and fell to the ground. Xuanyuan Sword stabbed Yang Qi with his might.
Yang Qi watched Xuanyuan Sword stab at him, but he was in a moment of loss of consciousness and didn't know what to do.
It was not until the sword light of Xuanyuan Sword struck her and passed through his left shoulder that she woke up and hurried to dodge to the side.
But even so, the sword energy still invaded her body, and the internal energy flowed in her body for a moment and was greatly affected.
Puchi! Yang Yu squirted out a mouthful of blood in a swaying figure.
Seeing this, Li Chengfeng could not let her go, and waved the Xuanyuan Sword again to kill Yang Qi.
In the battle just now, he knew how powerful Yang Yu was. If it weren't for the general trend and the power of Jian Shisan, it would probably not be so easy to win in an adversity.
That's why he wanted to kill Yang Yu here. As long as she died, no one from the White Lotus Sect could be afraid.
Yang Qi closed her eyes and let the Xuanyuan Sword stab at her. She no longer had the ability to fight back, and at least she could choose to die more decently.
"Master, I'm sorry... I may not be able to realize my dream!" Yang Yu murmured.
"Ding!" The sound of the golden iron and iron intertwined, and the Xuanyuan Sword was actually blocked by a man in black with a golden spear.
Li Chengfeng stepped back a few steps and stabilized his body. He was not unharmed in the confrontation with Yang Yu just now. Even the internal energy in his body was deficient. His strength was much worse than that of Quan Sheng.
The man in black seemed to have no intention of fighting. After repelling Li Chengfeng, he grabbed Yang Yu and flew away in the distance.
Li Chengfeng could not let it go? Feng Shen's legs urged to chase after him, but the consumption was too great. After chasing him for several miles, he could only watch the man in black take Yang Qi away.
At this time, the musket army that had been on guard against the outside world rushed over, and they had just discovered the man in black.
However, the muskets did not work for warriors at the Grandmaster realm for a while, and could only watch the man in black leave.
"Young Master, I'm late to save you!" Tianlang said apologetically with a kneeling face on one face.
Li Chengfeng helped him up: "It's okay, the battle between the great masters is no longer something you can participate in."
"It's a pity that Yang Yu ran away this time. Speed ​​up to Jizhou. If the White Lotus Sect shows up again, it will be a decisive battle!"
The two brought the musket army back to the carriage together, and rushed to Jizhou with the Qikill Army and the musket army.
Before they could arrive at the Jizhou city gate, they met the Jizhou garrison who came to check the situation.
Seeing Li Chengfeng's face turned pale, the soldiers behind him were covered in blood on their armor.
The guard who had already known his identity quickly got off the horse and knelt on one knee: "I have seen the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince was assassinated in Jizhou, and the Eighth Prince was found guilty."
Li Chengfeng didn't say anything, waved his hand and led the soldiers to the city gate.
After everything was settled, Li Chengfeng returned to his room and rolled down his sleeves.
There was a bright red blood line from his wrist to his entire forearm.
"Can Jian Shisan actually drive such a powerful force? It is so powerful that even my body is affected!" Li Chengfeng said with a frown.
Chapter completed!