The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 777

Chapter 777 War on all sides

 Hold the piano and talk about the hidden ugliness, but in fact it is just exporting.

In fact, at this time, Feng Yin no longer looked like the mummy he had when he first met Zhao Changhe... Although his face was still skinny, he was already the flesh and blood of a normal person. To be honest, he still had the slender look of an immortal. Not ugly at all.

 The change in appearance means their degree of recovery. The more plump they look like a normal person, the more complete their recovery is and the closer they are to their peak strength.

His recovery was relatively poor earlier. At that time, Zhao Changhe had not yet broken the barrier. He relied on the power of Longque and Xinghe's artifacts, plus intimidation, to scare him away.

In the battle with Zhuque in Northern Shanxi, the team had already recovered well and was almost at the mid-level level. However, it was defeated miserably at the hands of Suzaku, who had just entered the imperial realm at that time.

Now that he has been injured by Suzaku, he is still at the same level when he comes out. He is also facing Tang Wanzhuang, who has just entered the imperial realm.

There are no more than three things.

Fengyin doesn't believe that everyone on the opposite side has the ability to leapfrog, and he won't be scared away again. Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang seemed to be playing with music and attack, she even took the initiative to abandon her harp and sword and come to fight in close combat... Feng Yin even felt that if I still can't beat you, I can really dig a hole and bury myself in it.

 As a result, the longer the battle with Tang Wanzhuang went on, the more Feng Yin became suspicious of life.

The wind is the most unpredictable and unpredictable, and it has always caused the enemy a great headache in close combat. But now he found that this woman was more elusive than himself.

The sword light is continuous like water, layered on top of each other, and it looks very beautiful. However, none of the sword light that he saw was real. The damage was somehow coming from a place that shouldn't exist at all. It was everywhere and never stopped.

This is not just a deception of vision. At their level, they no longer fully see vision, but even perception seems to have been severely interfered with and deceived. This was originally what Feng Yin was best at, but in front of the opponent, it was like suppression at the legal level. All his offensives were eliminated in the continuous spring water, and an inadvertent splash of water could leave him riddled with holes.

What's this?

Fengyin could not even break the opponent's foundation for a while.

The existence of light is something that people in the world are too accustomed to.

 Compared to the existence of wind, this is almost a kind of comprehensive transcendence and suppression in terms of laws, and it is not an opponent of the same level.

 “Whoosh!” Feng Yin's skinny hand passed through Tang Wanzhuang's lower abdomen.

 However, it is a void, and Tang Wanzhuang does not exist at all. The sword light appeared from nowhere and had already been slashed towards his throat.

 Yes, he appeared from nowhere. After fighting for so many times, Feng Yin couldn't find where the other person was. Just like a traveler who is hesitantly walking in the vast desert and sees an oasis, but when he actually goes in that direction, he can't reach the place no matter how hard he walks, and everything he sees and knows is false.

 Mirage.

 Feng Yin quickly avoided the wave of throat cuts, feeling terrified in his heart.

 Fortunately, his methods are also very capable of entanglement. Tang Wanzhuang's practice is slightly weaker than his, but it is true that he cannot win quickly. However, the more Feng Yin fought, the more confused he became. He had no idea where the opponent was or where the attack came from. He just relied on his own training and speed to hold him back. How could he fight like this?

Looking down, the Shannan army and horses below were hiding out of the range of the artillery with frightened faces. At least they did not flee directly. Everyone was eagerly waiting to see the outcome of the aerial battle, hoping that their own demon **** would be able to determine the outcome for everyone.

 Feng Yin had a headache.

It's not like I didn't plan that the opponent would have Yujing to defend here, but Yanmen didn't have many soldiers. Generally speaking, as long as I hold Yujing down and the army below pounces on me, the opponent can only watch Yanmen being broken. .

What now? Our own side did not dare to attack the city at all and hid far away, but Tang Wanzhuang was very leisurely. He hid in the city and had a house and food. How long do you want to wait outside the city with your army?

This battle seems unwinnable.

Feng Yin thought so, and the fighting spirit in his heart became weaker and weaker, and he started to retreat.

Tang Wanzhuang had a smile in her eyes, knowing that this man was accustomed to come and go with the wind, and he was the weakest among the demon gods he knew. He could be scared away by Zhao Changhe in the past, but now he is about the same.

 When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!

 “Whoosh!” The spring water sword light converged and turned into a long rainbow, heading straight for Feng Yin.

 With such a concentrated blow, it is difficult to hide the power, and the energy pull can naturally be known by opponents of Feng Yin's level.

 Feng Yin instinctively blasted out a violent whirlwind, including the figure of Tang Wanzhuang who combined human and sword into one.

 This is the first head-to-head confrontation between the two sides. Originally, Feng Yin should be overjoyed and suppressed by relying on his higher cultivation level.

 However, the fact is that Feng Yin hesitated.

He was suspicious and thought that Tang Wanzhuang should not leak her aura so easily and give up her legal advantage so easily. This was unreasonable.

Looking at the violent blow, in fact at least half of his energy was used to frantically sense the surrounding light and shadow, and half of his strength was used to respond to attacks from other places at any time.

 The outcome is obvious.

“Choke!” The sword light easily penetrated the seemingly violent whirlwind. The sword light surged in the wind and penetrated into Feng Yin's chest.

It's actually a real sword, nothing else! Feng Yin, who misjudged, let out a scream of pain. The next moment, a strong wind swept through, and the strong wind pressure forced Tang Wanzhuang to retreat several feet. Under the gaze of everyone inside and outside the city, Feng Yin took advantage of Tang Wanzhuang's retreat, turned around, and ran away without a trace in an instant.

 The troops and horses inside and outside the city all opened their mouths.

 The army and horses in southern Shanxi were all stunned.

They couldn't understand the battle situation. They could only watch and they found that their demon **** failed in a head-on collision with the opponent. Inexplicably, the straight sword light penetrated directly into the chest.

Then it seemed that he relied on his extremely fast movement to avoid the vital point and disappeared in an instant.

 This is the ancient demon god! Even when he was defeated at the hands of Suzaku in northern Shanxi, it was said that the two sides fought over two or three sticks of incense, leaving the surroundings of the Qiao family in ruins, and were ultimately defeated. How could such a defeat be so quick and so inexplicable?

This is the devil? You appeared in this world and ran away three times in three known battles. You didn't even fight for a few rounds. Is your wind used to escape?

Tang Wanzhuang suppressed the blood that was about to pour out of her throat and said softly: "Those who surrender will not be killed."

People looked up and looked at her figure slowly falling down the city, looking like a dream under the early morning light.

"Miss!" Tang Wanzhuang stumbled as soon as she landed on the city wall, and she quickly held Qin in her arms: "Are you injured?"

"Well, if you want a quick decision, of course you have to fight hard." Tang Wanzhuang's expression did not change, she sat down and whispered: "I will continue to play the piano, don't reveal my secret."

The sound of the piano was gentle, without the sound attack that could withstand the wind pressure before, it was as gentle as the wind, reaching everyone's ears far outside the city.

Then there was a slight ripple in my heart.

Everyone saw the gray-haired mother at home, and the peaceful countryside, with lush green fields, children running on the field ridges, and laughter flying in the blue sky with kites.

 In front are the fortified city artillery and the goddess who has been powerful in the world for more than ten years.

That is an unwinnable war and an unreasonable war.

 Why do you want to rebel against the leader of the Tang Dynasty?

 Why should everyone be plunged into war because of the selfish desires of some people?

Yanmen City is empty, why? General Huangfu is leading his troops to attack the Hulu in the north. What are we doing? It will remain infamy for thousands of years.

 The value of sound attack has never been physical, but spiritual.

Tang Wanzhuang, who had been trapped by injuries for many years, finally blossomed the meaning of her lifelong practice on the battlefield.

 “Those who surrender will not be killed.” The voice echoed in the heart, and finally someone slowly dropped their weapons.

 The sound of "dang" is like a morning bell and evening drum that beats in everyone's heart. Like toppling dominoes, the sound of more and more weapons falling to the ground resounded throughout the plains outside the city. Even the opponent's general abandoned his sword on the ground and knelt on one knee in front of the battle.

 The army of 20,000 to 30,000 soldiers abandoned their weapons and surrendered in front of only one-tenth of their number of defenders.

"Miss..." Baoqin quietly asked, "What about now?"

Tang Wanzhuang secretly took an elixir and whispered: "You go and surrender...then use them to stabilize northern Shanxi...The Suzaku method before was useless. We have to go through the system."

"Then...you...oh why did you get so hurt again? It's really..."

　　Tang Wanzhuang: “I'm not trying to seduce men.”

　　…I didn't say that.”

“How can I not know what you are thinking? You even want to ask if I am here to help you go north.”

 Hold the piano: “…”

Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Whether I'm injured or not, I can't go out of the fortress or go anywhere else. The capital is not far from here, and I have time to come and support. If I go far away, I'm afraid the capital will be too empty... What is there now? We don't have a precise number of how many ancient demon gods have been revived, and it will be very troublesome if a new unknown demon **** emerges.”

Yes, the empty city plan is not here. No one in the capital thought that Tang Wanzhuang would dare to leave the capital at this time. The most powerful person in the capital is Her Majesty the Queen herself. The triple secret treasure she just broke through... was considered a Dinghai magic needle in previous years, but it is insufficient today.

 Fortunately, this battle ended quickly, the injury was normal, nothing serious, and you can still support yourself. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, looked at the vastness in the north, pursed her lips slightly, and whispered to herself: "Feng Yin's appearance here means that Li Boping is indeed cooperating with the Hu people... So at this moment, where the war is ignited But it may not be the only place here. I need to maintain mobile support and see if I should rush to other places. The battle beyond the wall... he can only rely on himself."

Baoqin sniffed, with an expression on his face that made him cry: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,, you, you, right, yeah, yeah, I that, I don't eat secretly for ten or twenty days, am I afraid that he's going to eat secretly? Wu woo woo..." ...Even I always think about stacking two people together, but in the end it was me who took the initiative..."

 “Why don't you take the initiative to talk to me…”

“Hey, is this what the young girl said?”

Baoqin sniffed and stopped talking.

Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "Besides, this is for your own good. Your body is not broken. If he doesn't come back, you are still a young girl and it will not affect your marriage."

 “If he doesn't come back, will you live alone?”

"Won't."

　　"Neither can I! Old woman, take care of yourself!"

Bao Qin said angrily and left the city to collect the surrender. Tang Wanzhuang helplessly looked at her maid, who was getting smaller and smaller, and sighed softly.

 In fact, she was more confident in Zhao Changhe, but less confident in the battle situation of other ministries.

For example, in Hangu at the moment... Even though Cui Wenjing of the veteran Tianbang is in charge, and although Yang Jingxiu and others are "reclusive", they may not be able to resist if they are really invaded. He may have broken through the triple secret after so long... It still seems Quite reliable. However, similar to the situation of Xia Chichi in the capital, Cui Wenjing has not been able to break the imperial list so far... It is said to be a heavenly list, but in this world of gods and demons, I really don't know if it is enough.

 In fact, Hangu is not playing at this moment.

It was Li Boping himself who led the army to the east, and Cui Wenjing had many troops stationed here. They were mobilized from Jiangnan and Jianghuai to garrison. They were not acclimated to the acclimatization of the fortress, so assisting in the defense of Hangu was not a problem. Too big. Tang Buqi and Wan Dongliu are all here, plus Cui Yuanyang, plus the Yang family, they are truly a strong force.

 If both sides have no control, then this is the closest to a normal large-scale war in history, and it is impossible to resolve it quickly.

 But Li Boping did not want to accompany Cui Wenjing in a stalemate.

 No matter what the outcome of the Battle of Saibei is. If Zhao Changhe wins and returns to the army, Guanlong will definitely be destroyed; if the Hu people win and go south, he can only be a dog. Neither serves his interests.

The only thing that was in his interest was that while the decisive battle was going on in Saibei and the outcome could not be determined in a short period of time, he had already taken advantage of the situation and led his troops to attack the Central Plains and gather momentum. By then, no matter whether the Han people return or the barbarians go south, there will be nothing they can do against him.

But if you want to quickly break through Hangu Pass, you must have the gods and demons to control the realm. Otherwise, war alone is a dream, and it will not be so easy to fight.

However, even the gods and demons who controlled the realm found that it didn't seem to have the desired effect.

Hangshang's face turned red and withered in the military camp, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Li Boping was shocked: "Why did you get hurt, sir?"

"Qinghe Sword..." The cold eyes of a round-faced girl at that moment flashed through Huangshang's heart, and he was still frightened.

I really didn't expect that the opponent's Dinghai Needle was not Cui Wenjing at all, but his young daughter who had just grown up and got married, or to put it simply, the full-blooded version of the Qinghe Sword!

 The four swords of mountains and rivers stabilize the world.

This is the divine sword that Piao Miao created back then specifically to suppress the desolate and desolate gang that represents the demon gods of destruction, Tianke!

Not only that, the little girl's practice is also a bit strange.

On the surface, it seemed that she had just barely managed to break through the second level of secrets, but for some reason, the desolate magic seemed to hit a wall, almost knocking her out of her mind.

 Is it the protection that the Qinghe Sword gives its owner? Why doesn't it feel too much like...

"General Li, don't worry, I'll try again." Huangshang adjusted his breath slightly and tried again.

 This time, instead of entering the military camp, try to recruit ordinary sergeants on the periphery.

Desolation represents desolation and withering. He could have caused the opponent's army to decay and become powerless, turning thousands of miles of fertile land into a wasteland. The more this happens, the higher his practice will be. This is his way. When he faced Zhao Changhe in Qinghe, he could not be shaken by Zhao Changhe's extremely strong Qi and blood cultivation and the assistance of the sword. This is because Zhao Changhe specializes in Qi and blood and exercises his body to be strong, so it is understandable that he can withstand it.

How can I put it this time? It's like a drop of ink trying to stain a piece of white paper, but it seems to be successful and effective. The viewing angle can be stretched, and the white paper is like an endless river. A drop of ink is not even a pore on it, and you can't even see where it is. I tried my best to spread it, but all I could do was despair.

 A drop in the bucket is not so shameful. It can be regarded as a small insect and thousands of miles of mountains.

 A pair of cold eyes appeared in front of him again.

“Misty!” Huangshang yelled at the top of his lungs. His whole body bounced in the tent, sweating profusely, as if he had had a nightmare.

Li Boping and others looked at each other in shock, completely unaware of what was happening.

Huangshang breathed heavily and said hurriedly: "This battle can't be fought unless the Lord personally takes action... If it is really her, there is no way anyone in the world can be her opponent except Ye Emperor and the Lord!"

Honoured Lord…

 The Lord of Desolation refers to Jiuyou.

Jiuyou has subdued all these demon gods who represent the messy things and has also subdued some people like Feng Yin who only seek the Book of Heaven, so this group of people came to help Li Boping.

"Do you see it clearly?" Jiuyou's voice came from the void: "Are you sure it's Piaomiao?"

Huangshang gasped: "No, I'm not too sure. If it's really misty, I shouldn't be able to come back. It's more likely that it's the image of the Qinghe Sword... But, I can't break the protection of the Qinghe Sword."

"Actually...if it's really misty, that's a good thing..." Jiuyou chuckled and whispered: "It's best."

Following the words, Jiuyou flicked his fingers: "If it's just the Qinghe Sword, then I can make it temporarily ineffective."

Over there, Cui Yuanyang was attending a military meeting in the military camp. Cui Wenjing suddenly felt something: "Yangyang, what happened to you just now?"

 Cui Yuanyang scratched his head: "It felt like a fly was biting me, and I slapped him."

 Generals: “…”

As he was speaking, Cui Yuanyang's face changed slightly: "Qinghe? Qinghe?"

Cui Wenjing suddenly stood up: "What?"

“I don't know, Qinghe seemed to have suddenly fallen asleep again...” Cui Yuanyang said anxiously: “This shouldn't be the case!”

"It's just a short period of silence and sleep. After all, the sword is just a sword." A shadow of a woman in black suddenly appeared in the military tent. She looked Cui Yuanyang up and down with interest: "Tsk, it seems like..."

If Zhao Changhe were here, he would know that the Jiuyou seen in Chang'an is not half as expressive as what is shown here.

This is the complete form of Jiuyou, descending from outside Kunlun.

Cui Yuanyang's face turned pale and he said loudly: “Who are you!”

Jiuyou smiled and said: "I am your good sister..."

Cui Wenjing suddenly interjected: "This is the young lady of the Li family. It is said that she is pursuing King Zhao, crying and shouting that she wants to be accepted as a concubine."

Jiuyou: "?"

Cui Yuanyang's frightened pale face suddenly changed. He put his hands on his hips and pointed: "Fox, you are shameless! The Li family has been a prince for many generations, and I would rather have no shame!"

Jiuyou was too lazy to argue with the little girl, and this was not how he wanted to mess with his backyard... She waved leisurely and said: "Yes, yes, the young lady Ming Media is marrying, come back with me and see how much he values ​​you. "

Following the words, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt as if he was picked up by an invisible hand and levitated involuntarily.

 But the next moment it was quick and easy, and the invisible force was offset by someone unknown.

 Looking up, he saw that the Nine Shadows floating in the void had already ascended to the sky: "You finally took action, my good sister."

Cui Yuanyang seemed to see a face very similar to Jiuyou's, looming in the void with his eyes lightly closed and silent.

Cui Yuanyang's heart suddenly jumped.

  Why...didn't you even feel this kind of...unhappy towards Jiuyou and wanted to hit her?

 (End of this chapter)

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