Chapter Thirty-One: A Sword of Frost and Cold, Yu Feizhi Fights
Lu Fanchi looked at the horizon in the distance, and saw streaks of blue light shining in. His figure gradually dissipated in a moment. When it completely dissipated, he could only hear a sound in the sky.
"Jiuding is entrusted to you..."
The sound grew louder and farther away.
Lu Fanchi, who had regained his energy, reached out to touch the stone tablet in a daze. He wanted to take a rest, but it was not the time to rest yet, and the army outside had not retreated yet.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, and his soul returned to his body. When he opened his eyes, the Jiuding in front of him disappeared.
Fang Daoquan's body was still there, but Chu Muqing was nowhere to be found. It was urgent now to find the kings of the Five Kingdoms and ask him to retreat.
Lu Fanchi stepped on the ground with his foot, and the medicine man under the Qingji altar could not stay, so he took this opportunity to try to use the power of Jiuding.
When he made a backhand, the Jiuding Qi in his body sank, and a crack opened in the ground.
"Jiuding transforms into shape!"
The energy of the Nine Cauldrons in Lu Fanchi's hand turned into a bronze cauldron and hit the ground. It was originally a crack and split open. The ground was shaken and a hole was suddenly smashed. Lu Fanchi's whole body fell down, and the bottomless darkness could not be seen.
In the middle, thousands of medicine men jumped up, and Lu Fanchi was surrounded by nine cauldrons, crashing all the way to the bottom.
Fang Daoquan's body fell to the ground first, and was eaten one by one by the drug crowd.
Lu Fanchi was like a meat grinder, smashing the medicine crowd into pieces, and the pungent smell spread to the bottom.
When he was about to approach the ground, Lu Fanchi summoned his wooden sword, turned around in the air, stepped on the wooden sword, and flew out of the Qingji Altar.
On the Great Wall of Prisoners, nearly one million soldiers and horses were eaten by the medicine men. More than half of them were eaten by the medicine men. The victory of the medicine men was not due to their numbers, and they were biting unconsciously like crazy. Even the medicine men were eating each other.
At this time, on the northern cliff, several monks from Wu Kingdom looked at this hell on earth from afar.
A girl in green clothes was riding on a horse next to her. Her pupils were shaking and her face was pale. She was obviously frightened by the scene in front of her. She said to the woman in red clothes next to her: "Aunt Chen, let's help. I can't watch these foreign objects being so sadistic."
The woman in red did not respond, her face was cold and her eyes were lifeless and worry-free, just like the emptiness of a peerless master. The sword resting on her waist in her white jade hand had a sword as slender as her waist.
The bearded man next to him said: "Princess, please don't bother this aunt. We shouldn't be here in the first place, so don't get involved. If the king knows, he will blame you."
The girl in green shirt ignored the bearded man and shouted: "Aunt Chen!"
The woman in red frowned slightly and said coldly: "One sword."
The woman in red stepped forward lightly, with sword aura lingering between her sleeves. The pupils on her face shrank. In the blink of an eye, a cold aura came out. She drew the sword with her forehand. When she took it out of the sheath, the sword was engraved with "There is snow in the world".
Names appear one after another.
Dressed in red, he jumped up, his sword energy transformed at his feet, and his sword broke through the sky.
Before he drew his sword, there was a chilling wind of sword energy that penetrated his bones.
The soldiers who didn't know why looked up and saw the sword energy filling the sky, with layers of ice and snow floating in the air. Suddenly, the cold wind penetrated their armor and pierced their hearts, as if they were in the northern cold.
When he lowered his head, all the people in front of him turned into piles of ice.
The woman in red waved her sleeves and slashed horizontally. With one sword strike, the cold wind roared within three thousand miles, and the sword energy rippled on the ground. It swung hundreds of times, shaking the medicine man's ice pile.
The king shouted that the Sword Immortal appeared in the world, and a sword of frost solved the urgent need. He ordered the soldiers to defeat the prisoner dragon with one force.
The woman in red looked down at the high-spirited soldiers at her feet with her brows, without any flutter in her heart. When she turned around, she pushed the sword with her backhand, sheathed it, circled it in the sky, and then returned to the cliff of Beishan.
The girl in green shirt clapped her hands and said, "Thank you Aunt Chen."
The woman in red nodded in response and stood next to the girl again, while the bearded man interjected: "What should I do if the king blames me when I get back?"
The woman in red said: "You carry this pot."
The bearded man let out a laugh, rolled up his sleeves angrily, and walked up to the woman in red. Just as he was about to curse, the scholar in white who was sitting on the stone stopped him and said: "Peace, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, sir."
Let me just say a few words. We came here this time just to watch Jiuding and Ziweixing. We had no intention of competing. Our seniors just followed God's will and cleaned up these foreign objects. Yuguo really lost his humanity this time. It was so inhumane.
The weapons were thrown into the battlefield, and the people of Yu State were completely devastated. This battle is doomed."
Without the obstruction of the medicine men, the army on the ground was overwhelming. The advancing troops raised their heavy shields and moved forward slowly under the continuous fire of the four Qianfang Tianji crossbows. The people behind them pushed the siege vehicles and gradually approached the city.
Door.
A large number of spears were thrown out from the Qingguo flying ferry, covering dozens of monks who rushed to the Suzaku Pavilion with flying treasures. With an order, all the monks jumped into the city.
A sword cultivator used the cold light of his sword to pick off more than a dozen Yuguo soldiers. Feng Xiu followed closely and breathed out a spiral hurricane from his palm, blowing all the soldiers on the side off the wall in an instant.
The fire cultivator was even more merciless. The fire in his hand set off a sea of flames and swallowed up the Qianfang Tianji Crossbow.
In an instant, the Zhuque Tower collapsed.
Boom!
Outside the city gate, the siege firing pin kept beating, and cracks appeared in the wooden railings inside the gate. Yuguo soldiers dropped their weapons and pressed against the gate.
The scholar in white sighed: "The breath of Yuguo is about to expire."
"As long as I'm here! You can't die!"
On the top of the city, a man dressed in white responded to the scholar in white. Although he was scarred and his clothes were shabby, he still held half of the Phoenix Wing Spear tightly in his hand.
"General Chu!" The Yuguo soldiers and Chu Muqing looked at each other.
"Where is the Chu family army!"
"Fight!" The remaining hundreds of Chu family troops in the White Tiger Pavilion responded.
"Open the city gate!" Chu Muqing ordered the Yuguo soldiers next to him.
The Yuguo soldier was gurgling weakly. Is Chu Muqing going to fight a hundred against ten thousand? He responded in a low voice: "General Chu... this..."
"Open! City! Gate!" Chu Muqing blew out a breath as he spoke, as if he had lost his mind, pushed the soldier, and roared again.
The situation was urgent, and the young man driving the wooden sword in the distance said urgently: "Can't open it!"
Lu Fanchi jumped down from the wooden sword and stopped Chu Muqing. The two immediately started arguing. Both sides were furious. Under the angry shouts, the young man tried his best to push Chu Muqing back with both hands.
"Lu Wawa! Don't stop me."
Chu Muqing did not fight back. He was full of violence and showed no air of a general.
"Chu Muqing, you are crazy! How can you resist this tens of thousands of troops like you are now?"
Lu Fanchi grasped Chu Muqing's shoulders with both hands and probed with his telekinesis. Just now, with the power of the Nine Cauldrons at the Qingji Altar, the spiritual power of Chu Muqing's Taoist heart had gradually disappeared.
Chu Muqing grabbed the back of the boy's head with one hand and twisted it away. He pointed at the village fields in the distance and shouted: "Lu Wa, have you seen it? Can you see people bending over and lowering their heads in the fields? They have all fled, fearing death.
Ah! Now Fang Daoquan is dead! Just keep these people out and kill them all! Only then can they continue to cultivate their land."
Lu Fanchi could see it clearly. The city had not been breached yet, but the people on the avenue were running around with useless bags. Once the city gate was breached, would these people still be alive? There were also thousands of households in Qingping City.
Where can I escape to?
"Chu Muqing, I have a way to make them retreat! Don't open the city gate! I will fly over immediately to find the five kings to persuade them to retreat."
Lu Fanchi tried his best to stay calm, but his legs were trembling uncontrollably. He had never seen a battlefield, let alone a massacre. The ground smelled of blood everywhere. The place surrounded by the Great Wall of Prisoners was like a pool of blood on earth.
Chu Muqing readily agreed: "Okay! As long as you can make them retreat, I will never open the city gate."
When Lu Fanchi heard this, his brain had no time to think, and he said hastily: "Okay, you must persist, I am very fast!"
After saying this, Chu Muqing laughed heartily and watched Lu Fanchi fly through the air with his wooden sword.
Looking from a distance, the flags of the five kingdoms of Xuan, Shu, Qing, Man, Wu and Wu were hung high on the edge of the camp between the mountain passes.
Looking down at the ground, there were corpses with various bodies and limbs everywhere, and Lu Fanchi couldn't help but feel his stomach churn.
At this time, the people on the ground also discovered Lu Fanchi, beckoned their hands, set up a formation, raised their hands to draw their bows, and fired thousands of arrows.
"rise!"
Lu Fanchi gritted his teeth, raised his body upward, and the wooden sword under his feet also flew upward, extending the range of the bow and arrow.
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
The people on the ground did not relax, and another wave of thousands of arrows followed. Lu Fanchi still had room to dodge, but just as he was flying up, four monks who controlled flying treasure weapons suddenly appeared in front of him, shooting at him.
Come and get some spiritual light.
At present, there are enemies on all sides, just listen!
when!
At the moment of lightning and flint, Lu Fanchi summoned the Nine Cauldrons within his body to block the attack in front, while countless arrows flew towards his crotch. He twisted his hand to control the cauldron downwards and bounced all the arrows back to the ground.
"Get out of the way!" Lu Fanchi said to the people in front of him.
"Let? Are you kidding! Gou Yuren, take your life!" said one of the water cultivators.
Two fists are no match for four hands. If you delay here for a moment, the city gate behind you will break open faster.
Risking his life! Lu Fanchi gritted his teeth and rushed past the four people. He waved the cauldron and hit one of them, disrupting their formation.
The water cultivator pursued him relentlessly, stamped his feet and summoned countless water-shaped clones in front of him, blocking Lu Fanchi's path again.
Lu Fanchi was dumbfounded that Shuilinggen's monks could do such shameless tricks.
When he turned around, a sword cultivator rushed towards him. Lu Fanchi was not focused on the battle at the moment, so he reacted a moment too slowly and stabbed his shoulder with the sword.
Lu Fanchi shouted and held the sword tightly. The swordsman couldn't pull it out even though he tried his best. He was about to abandon the sword when he looked up and saw the young man pointed a green light at his forehead and fired a shot from his forehead.
pass through.
"Injury in exchange for killing? It's a bit brave, but..." Shui Xiu suddenly became mute and looked at the young man with startled eyes as he pulled out the sword. The scar on his shoulder healed quickly, "What kind of skill is this!"
"Come on!" As Lu Fanchi shouted, several more monks appeared in front of him, and they were already tightly surrounded.
Behind the many monks, a small flying ferry broke through the sky, and Lu Fanchi's heart felt extremely cold.
The bowman on the bow drew the bow and charged it up.
call out!
Under the astonishing arm strength, the arrows shot out quickly, the spiritual patterns flashed, and the arrows ignited flames.
The water cultivator didn't realize that the arrow was shot at him. The arrow pierced directly through the back of his head, stopping his laughter that was not contained in his mouth.
When the monks were panicking, they looked back and saw that a few unlucky guys were hit by the silver needles coming towards them and were killed in an instant.