Holding the piano and saying that the wind is hidden is actually just exporting.

In fact, Feng Yin at this time is no longer the mummy he was when he first met Zhao Changhe... Although his face is still skinny, it is already the flesh and blood of a normal person. To be honest, he still has the slender appearance of a fairy.

, not ugly at all.

The change in appearance means the extent of their recovery. The more plump they look like normal people, 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, so he relied on the power of Dragon Bird and Xinghe's artifacts, plus intimidation, to scare him away.

When he played against Zhuque in northern Shanxi, he had recovered well and was almost at the mid-level level. However, he was defeated miserably by Zhuque, who had just entered the imperial realm at the time.

Now that he has recovered from the injuries from being beaten 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.

Feng Yin didn't believe that everyone on the opposite side had the ability to leapfrog, and he would not be scared away again. Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang seemed to be playing with music and attack, he actually gave up his harp and sword and came to fight in close combat... Feng Yin felt even more

If I still can't defeat you, I can really dig a hole and bury myself in it.

As a result, the longer Feng Yin fought with Tang Wanzhuang, the more doubtful Feng Yin became about life.

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

The sword light was continuous like water, with layers upon layers, and it looked very beautiful. However, none of the sword light that I saw was real. Inexplicably, the damage came from places that should not exist at all. It was everywhere and never stopped.

This is not just visual deception. At their level, they no longer fully understand vision, but even perception seems to have been seriously interfered with and deceived. This was originally what Feng Yin was best at, but in front of the other party, he was like

It is the suppression at the level of laws. All of your offensives are eliminated in the continuous spring water, and an inadvertent splash of water can make you riddled with holes.

What's this?

Feng Yin 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 with 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 was a void, and Tang Wanzhuang did 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. It was like a traveler walking hesitantly in the vast desert who saw an oasis, but actually walked in that direction, no matter how he walked.

If you can't get to the location, everything you see and know is false.

Mirage.

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

Fortunately, his methods are also very capable of entangling. Tang Wanzhuang's cultivation is slightly weaker than his, so it is true that he cannot win quickly. However, the more Feng Yin fights, the more confused he becomes. He has no idea where the opponent is or where to attack.

Why Lai, just relying on his own cultivation and stronger speed to drag him down, how can he fight 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 still eagerly waiting to see the outcome of the aerial battle, hoping that their own demon god would be able to determine the outcome for everyone.

Feng Yin had a headache.

It's not that 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 back and the army below pounces on me, the opponent can only watch Yanmen being broken.

.

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

This battle seems unwinnable.

As Feng Yin thought this, the fighting spirit in his heart became weaker and weaker, and he began to think about retreating.

A smile appeared in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes, knowing that this man was accustomed to come and go as the wind brought him, 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 almost the same.

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

"Whoa!" The spring water sword light converged and turned into a rainbow, heading straight for Feng Yin's location.

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

Feng Yin instinctively blasted out a violent whirlwind, enveloping Tang Wanzhuang's human-sword-integrated figure.

This was the first head-to-head confrontation between the two sides. Originally, Feng Yin should have been overjoyed and suppressed him by relying on his higher level of cultivation.

However, the fact is that Feng Yin hesitated.

He was suspicious and thought that Tang Wanzhuang should not leak his aura so easily and give up his 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 turned out to be a completely real sword, nothing else! Feng Yin, who made the wrong judgment, let out a scream of pain. The next moment, a strong wind swept through, and the strong wind pressure made Tang Wanzhuang retreat several feet. Under the gaze of everyone inside and outside the city,

Next, Feng Yin took advantage of Tang Wanzhuang's retreat, turned around, and ran away without a trace in an instant.

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

All the troops and horses in southern Shanxi were stunned.

They couldn't understand the battle situation, they could only watch and they found that their demon god failed in a head-on collision with the opponent, and 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! Even when he was defeated by Suzaku in northern Shanxi, I heard that the two sides fought with two or three sticks of incense, leaving the Qiao family in ruins. In the end, they were defeated. How could they lose so quickly and inexplicably?

!

Is this the Demon God? 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 floating 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, 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 soft and gentle, no longer capable of withstanding the pressure of the wind. It was as gentle as the wind, reaching the ears of everyone 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 did you want to rebel against the leader of the Tang Dynasty?

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

What is the reason for the empty city of Yanmen? General Huangfu is leading his troops to attack the barbarians from the north. What are we doing? It will remain infamy for thousands of years in the history of history.

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." A voice echoed in the heart, and finally someone slowly dropped their weapons.

The sound of "clang" sounded like morning bells and evening drums that struck everyone's heart. Like toppling dominoes, the sound of more and more weapons falling to the ground resounded throughout the plain outside the city. Even the opponent's general abandoned his sword on the ground and knelt on one knee.

In front of the battle.

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

"Miss..." Baoqin whispered and asked, "What about now?"

Tang Wanzhuang secretly took an elixir and whispered: "Go and surrender... and then use them to stabilize northern Shanxi... The Suzaku method before was of no use. 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 here to seduce men."

"...I didn't say that."

"Can I not know what you are thinking? You even want to ask if my quick decision here is to help you go north."

Baoqin: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Whether I'm injured or not, I can't go out of the fortress or go to other places. 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's the matter 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 god emerges.”

Yes, the empty city plan is not here. No one in the capital would have 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 that has just been broken through... In previous years, it was considered a sea-killing needle.

, it is insufficient today.

Fortunately, the battle ended quickly, and the injuries were gone. There was no serious problem, and he could still support himself. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, looked at the vastness in the north, pursed her lips slightly, and whispered to herself: "Feng Yin appears here.

, which means that Li Boping is indeed cooperating with the Hu people... So at this moment, the war is not necessarily ignited only here. I need to maintain mobile support to see if I should rush to other places. The battle beyond the Great Wall... can only rely on him

Own."

Baoqin sniffed, her expression almost made her cry: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"He just wasn't in his mind... Even he always thought about putting two people together, but in the end it was me who took the initiative..."
To be continued...