Chapter 885 How Many People Have Fought in Ancient Times?

Fu Qingyang swooped down from the top of the city. At this moment, he was vaguely integrated with the Jade Dragon Sword, so that he disappeared in the eyes of the soldiers in the audience, leaving only the stunning sword light.

The sword energy contained in the Jade Dragon Sword was so powerful that it distorted the surrounding air, causing ripples caused by meteors rubbing the air around Fu Qingyang as he swooped down.

The eight-armed Tuoba Guanghe faced the sword light that seemed to be able to open up the world. His four pairs of palms suddenly closed and clamped Yang Ce's sword.

He was shocked to find that Yang Ce's power was incomparable, and he felt that it was difficult to compete with him.

Fu Qingyang forced Tuoba Guanghe down and landed with a "bang".

He still maintained his diagonal flying posture, as if he had transformed into a flying sword, sliding back against Tuoba Guanghe.

"Tsk!"

Tuoba Guanghe's military boots were torn, and his black feet with a metallic sheen were like iron plows, cutting two deep marks on the blood-soaked official road.

The two of them advanced and retreated, sliding dozens of feet away.

Tuoba Guanghe's eight palms were dripping with blood from the sword energy, and the skin was torn. The sword tip came closer and stabbed his chest. Although the tough skin was not broken, the sting was real.

Tuoba Guanghe's pupils lit up with scarlet runes, trying to influence the opponent's will through "bewitchment", but as soon as the runes lit up, a deafening drum sound came from his ears.

The newly formed runes collapsed instantly, and the emotions of escape and timidity surged in his heart again, and his fighting spirit was damaged.

Tuoba Guanghe realized that it was not Yang Ce who had become stronger, but himself who had become weaker.

The sound of the drum was so shocking that it not only frightened the spirit and eliminated the will to fight, but also affected the operation of spiritual power, substantially weakening the fighting power.

After Tuoba Guanghe entered the realm of the Grand Master, he abandoned most of the spells he had learned in the past, because in his opinion, the attack of any spell could not be stronger than his own full blow in the state of the three-headed and six-armed body.

There are too many so-called secret arts in the world, but in the final analysis, there is no escape from the word "power". From the perspective of a peerless master like him, there is no such thing as four or two in the world. Every monk in the past and present has been seeking power and only believes in one force. Fall to ten meetings.

It's just that the form shown is different.

Therefore, majoring in the physical body is the brilliant path that Tuoba Guanghe believes in. Let him be strong, and I will defeat all laws with my strength!

The muscles all over his body bulged, and veins popped out. Tuoba Guanghe suddenly let go of his four pairs of palms, letting the long sword containing abundant sword energy press against his skin and penetrate three inches into the flesh.

He roared deeply and slapped the spine of the sword with all eight palms.

"Crack!"

The Jade Dragon Sword that had been accompanying Fu Qingyang for a while was broken.

Seizing the moment when the enemy lost his weapon, Tuoba Guanghe stepped forward, and with a thud, the ground shook.

The eight hands were clenched into fists, either hooks or thrusts, cannon punches or punches, covering Fu Qingyang.

"Bang bang bang"

Eight fists punched out simultaneously, and a harsh and loud sound exploded in the void.

Fu Qingyang had already understood the enemy's thoughts at the moment when his sword broke. He seemed to have narrowly avoided the eight-punch attack, but in fact it was all expected and inevitable.

Although Yanshi's melee combat ability is not as good as that of the ancient God of War, who is like an immortal who is lying on the ground, but as a profession with high output and low defense, he has no means to save his life. How can he compete with a thick-skinned profession in melee combat?

Fu Qingyang swept back more than ten meters and moved his hands in the air.

Flying swords that were half an arm long were spread out in the air, and he popped them out one after another.

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"

The flying swords crisscrossed and shot at the enemy in different directions.

Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms appeared with illusory weapons, and he swung the weapons tightly. The sound of "ding, ding, ding" was heard endlessly, and he knocked away the flying swords that came through.

Fu Qingyang leaped into the air and spun sideways, accumulating one point of strength with each turn. The six half-arm-long flying swords flew back on their own and connected at the end to form a three-meter-long sword whip.

One stroke of the whip.

Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms stretched toward the sky.

The sword whip disintegrated, and the sword energy contained in it disintegrated into "sword rain", creating dense raindrops on Tuoba Guanghe's head, face and shoulders, and releasing droplets of blood.

Tuoba Guanghe's cheeks puffed up and he spit out a large amount of thick, thick mist.

With his status, the fog can cover a hundred miles in radius, and the entire country can be included in it. Ordinary strong winds can't even blow away the thick fog that spreads hundreds of miles.

When attacking the city, Tuoba Guanghe did not take the initiative to swallow the thick fog, because the thick fog of the Grandmaster level has the ability to blind the five senses, induce hallucinations, and have slight toxins. These effects are indistinguishable from each other, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the fog master will also be affected.

Now there is nothing to worry about.

The dense fog quickly spread, rushing towards the wilderness, official roads and city walls.

Suddenly, a roaring sound was heard, and a large river appeared outside the city. The water gathered into a river, and the river surged, setting off huge waves that were higher than the city wall.

Fu Qingyang held a seal as black as ink, standing unmoving in the turbulent waves.

The river discharged the thick fog, making it float on the water.

The Fog Lord's abilities such as teleportation and atomization in dense fog suddenly became useless.

Tuoba Guanghe flew high, with his feet in the void, looking down at Fu Qingyang in the water with gloomy eyes, but he was helpless.

The prop in Fu Qingyang's hand is Cai Qinhe's Hebo Seal, a regular prop.

In the hands of the water ghost, this item can show its true strength. In his case, it is more than enough to restrain the thick fog.

"You think that if you act like a coward, I will have nothing to do with you?"

Tuoba Guanghe plunged into the water.

Not long after, a loud thunder-like sound came from the water, the turbid waves emptied out, rolled back dozens of feet, and the entire river seemed to be boiling.

After another quarter of an hour, the thick fog that filled the inside and outside the city dissipated, and the water level also dropped rapidly.

The two masters removed the "realm" at the same time.

Although Tuoba Guanghe was helpless, Fu Qingyang's flying sword, swordsmanship, and sword energy were also disturbed underwater and could not exert their full power.

The two sides fought again on the muddy official road, abandoning fancy skills and props and fighting for their lives in close combat.

Tuoba Guanghe's fist power roared in the wilderness, and occasionally a punch hit the city wall, causing exaggerated cracks. Fu Qingyang's sword energy did the same, and the broken sword energy slashed the city wall with rolling rocks.

There was no one at the top of the city. The defenders had withdrawn to the bottom of the city. They had died in large areas in the thick fog, and then were shaken to death by the waves of battle between the two men.

Finally, Tuoba Guanghe used his bewitching eyes, causing the soldiers to go crazy collectively.

The real fight between gods brings disaster to Chiyu.

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing kept beating the drum. Only by keeping the drum beating could the battle continue.

Only then can we fight.

After knocking Yang Ce away with a powerful and heavy punch, Tuoba Guanghe picked up the blood on his chest and said in a coercive voice mixed with contempt:

"Swordsmen pay attention to quick battles. Once you get into a hard fight, you lose your sharpness and blunt your edge. Your sword energy has weakened. Yang Ce, even with the help of drums, you can't kill me.

"And I can easily kill you."

Fu Qingyang was weak and strong, and his opponent was an ancient war god with endless power. Even if the drum beat suppressed him and he was no longer at his peak, it would be extremely difficult to defeat and kill him.

This is the ninth level master.

The higher the level, the more difficult it is to skip a level, not to mention that level nine is already close to the ceiling for spiritual practitioners.

Tuoba Guanghe ran wildly and charged towards Fu Qingyang. The simple and unsophisticated attack method gave people the impression of facing the charge of thousands of troops.

If you switch to other professions, you will definitely choose to dodge and give way, not dare to attack directly.

But Fu Qingyang insisted on confronting him head-on, and he would not allow himself to retreat. If he retreated, there would be no Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang squeezed the sword skills with both hands, and the flying swords whizzed in, connected end to end, forming a straight line. On the line, gods and ghosts were able to make changes.

Tuoba Guanghe bumped into the tip of the sword.

At this moment, the drum beat suddenly stopped.

At the top of the city, Zhang Yuan's Qingyintang turned black, and a dark aura of decay condensed on his forehead.

His breath dropped rapidly, his energy and blood were weak, his armpits were sweating, his body was smelly, and he was mentally exhausted.

The Five Declines of Heaven and Man!

The price of forcibly killing the national master appeared.

Bang bang bang. The flying swords broke one after another. The magic weapon was as sharp as clay, but it could not pierce the forehead of the first warrior in the Northern Dynasty.

Tuoba Guanghe, whose aura was soaring, advanced bravely, and instantly reached Fu Qingyang. He punched out and the air exploded.

The sudden change caught Fu Qingyang off guard. In a hurry, he gathered his sword energy, condensed it on his fingertips, and pointed at the incoming fist.

There was a loud noise, and the shock wave spread, causing the city walls to crack and tremble.

Fu Qingyang, whose sword finger exploded into fleshy foam, flew backwards, his arms unable to stretch. The punch just now not only shattered his arms, but the force of the punch penetrated his body, and also shook his heart.

How could Tuoba Guanghe let go of this flaw? Murderous intent and excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes, turning into a black shadow, following him like a shadow, trying to take the opportunity to end Yang Ce's life.

"Boom!"

The drums sounded again.

Tuoba Guanghe's spiritual power stagnated for a moment, blood surged in his chest, and the rhythm of his attack was suddenly interrupted.

Fu Qingyang flipped in the air, stabilized his body, grabbed three tubes of life source liquid from the inventory, bit them into pieces directly with his steel teeth, and swallowed them mixed with the glass shards.

The arms clicked, bones connected, and flesh and blood regenerated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drums beat loudly at the top of the city, shaking for dozens of miles.

The emperor who was beating the drum was bleeding from his seven orifices, and thick blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth and hung on his chest and abdomen.

"Can you persist?" Fu Qingyang asked while pulling away.

Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache. When he heard this, he forced out an ugly and twisted smile: "I said that the emperor guarded the country and the king died in the country, you have no joke!"

Fu Qingyang said: "Okay! Kill him within half an hour!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands again and pressed them down.

Tuoba Guanghe sneered: "No matter how many soldiers there are, what's the point for us at our level?"

He suddenly shut up.

Four figures appeared through the air, including a woman wearing a gorgeous red dress holding a pot, a cold beauty wearing a black gauze skirt, a strong man with dark red hair and a green robe, and the female figure wearing strange clothes.

Four master-level soldier dolls.

Fu Qingyang gently exhaled a breath of sword energy: "Tuoba, if the six masters join forces, you will deserve your death."

The first half was just a warm-up and delaying time. He had been waiting for the three masters to resolve the corpse curse.

Although the national master's spell is powerful, it is only a single spell. The caster is dead and the power will gradually weaken. Moreover, those who are cursed are all masters and powerful. It is only a matter of time before the spell is resolved.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.