Eight hundred and fortieth chapters decisive battle in the western capital
"Pei Yuanqing..."
The roar was like rolling thunder, and the strong men of the Lu family rushed over and rushed towards Pei Yuanqing's place...
The leader was a gray-haired old man, who was rushing towards Pei Yuanqing. There were nearly thirty great monks flying in the air, thousands of strong Qi refiners, and the body refiners were slower and had not arrived yet.
"court death……"
Pei Yuanqing sneered as he watched the strong man from the Lu family approaching with great momentum, but he remained motionless and spat.
Three hundred meters...
Two hundred meters...
"Chi, chi, chi..."
Countless sharp arrows with a dazzling cold light flew up from behind Pei Yuanqing and roared out in a rain of arrows...
Of the thirty-one great monks, seven or eight were instantly shot into hedgehogs and fell to their deaths; five or six were hit by one to three sharp arrows and retreated in panic; thousands of Qi Refining experts rushed in filled with righteous indignation, and even more
Over a thousand people were shot on the spot and fell to the ground.
With just one wave of arrows, countless strong men were forced back, leaving corpses everywhere. The others glared at Pei Yuanqing with fire-breathing eyes, but no one dared to rush forward any more!
"idiot!"
Pei Yuanqing curled his lips and spat, did he really think that the dense guards and elite Sui troops around him were just a display?!
Not to mention whether these great Lu monks could kill him, they just couldn't compete with these countless armies.
The subsequent anti-Yang alliance was much calmer and did not launch a direct attack. Instead, it quickly dispersed to the left and right, like a fan, surrounding the silver-armored war guards and the East Palace Imperial Army from both wings.
The army led by Pei Yuanqing did not stop the actions of the anti-Yang camp, and could not stop it. The outer troops were arranged in a circular formation, and inside were Pei Yuanqing's personal guards... The silver-armored war guards were arranged in an "arrow formation."
, can shoot out like a sharp arrow at any time.
After a while, the anti-Yang camp formed a general encirclement on Pei Yuanqing's army, and many great monks were suspended in the air, watching eagerly.
Countless Qi-refining powerhouses and body-refining masters are ready to go, and their momentum is endless.
"kill!"
Murong Chengcheng took the lead in shouting luck and rushed to where Pei Yuanqing was.
More than thirty top monks rushed towards Pei Yuanqing from mid-air and from all directions.
The tactics of the anti-Yang camp this time are still very simple and direct. Capture the thief first, capture the king first, deal with Pei Yuanqing first, then deal with the silver-armored war guards and the army led by the East Palace, which will naturally be much simpler.
Pei Yuanqing is not the patron king Yang Lin, and the army he leads is not the patron palace army (mainly Xiaoguo Holy Guard).
Once Pei Yuanqing died, except for the silver-armored guards, no one believed that Dong Gong and his army would fight to the end and followed him to the death.
“Dong dong dong…ding dong dong…hiss, hiss…”
The sounds of various musical instruments are messy and disturbing. The more you listen to them, the longer you listen to them, the more you will go crazy.
This is the method of Jianghu figures. They have no war drums and no need for war drums.
The art of sound waves is not much worse than war drums, iron-blooded evil spirit, etc., that is, it is only half as good!
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The war drums of Pei Yuanqing's army started beating immediately, and the rhythm became faster and more intense, shocking people's hearts. The blood, morale, fighting spirit, murderous intention, etc. of the Sui army increased with the rhythm of the war drums!
The sound wave technique of the disciples of the Bayin Sect was not suppressed by the war drums of Pei Yuanqing's army, and was still very effective.
However, the sound of war drums has a greater impact. The two sounds seem to have nothing to do with each other, do not interfere with each other, and do not cancel each other out.
In this way, the growth rate of Pei Yuanqing's army is still higher than that of the enemy's army, which is naturally more advantageous.
It has been said since ancient times: the people do not fight with the officials.
It’s not just talk!
Although the number and quality of the strong men in the anti-Yang camp were far superior to that of Pei Yuanqing's army, the outcome was still unpredictable.
"The eight tones are missing, but the great tones are missing...the absolute sound of heaven and earth!"
Jiuxiao ancestor Fan Zhongsi, who had just advanced to the fairyland and was granted the title of Marquis of Yin Zhong by Li Guo, activated his martial spirit and made a long flute that was more than a hundred meters long, lifelike and as green as jade.
The long green flute trembled, and waves of inaudible ripples rippled away...
"..."
All the voices converged, and heaven and earth lost their voice.
No matter it was the sound wave technique of the Bayin Sect disciples, or the war drums of Pei Yuanqing's army, or even the shouts, shouts of killing, whistling, etc., they all disappeared.
"Eh?!"
Both the enemy and ourselves were shocked. The leader of the Bayin Sect, Xiao Mo Fan Li, and his own people, including King Li Wuxin who was watching the battle, Yu Juluo, and his own Jishi Monk, etc., were all suppressed by the methods of the ancestor of Jiuxiao.
, the surprised Demon Sect all looked at the ancestor of Jiuxiao.
Obviously, this is a method that the ancestor of Jiuxiao only possessed or realized after he advanced to the fairyland.
It can actually eliminate all sounds. It is definitely a method of supernatural power level and above.
Both the enemy and ourselves are brave and fearful. Fortunately, the ancestor of Jiuxiao has this magical power that only silences the sound and is not very aggressive. Otherwise, how should we deal with it? He is invincible!
The next scene is like a silent scene.
Bloody! Depressed! Chaos!
The dense anti-Yang camp besieged Pei Yuanqing's army from all directions, with arrows like rain and swords flashing. People on both sides fell in droves, and the ground was stained with blood.
Pei Yuanqing activated the military soul...the gods and demons came to the world, causing the momentum and combat power of the silver-armored guards to soar. They were as powerful as a giant crossbow, shooting out and penetrating the enemy formation like a broken bamboo.
More than thirty top monks fell down, but they were suppressed by the iron-blooded evil cloud of the silver-armored war guards. In addition, there were countless personal guards and monks following Pei Yuanqing, and Pei Yuanqing himself was extremely brave and fast, so it was impossible to form a formation.
They effectively encircled and formed a formation to besiege them, but Pei Yuanqing powerfully bombarded the three peak monks to death. Their bodies basically exploded and no bones were left.
In the bloody and silent melee, time still passes mercilessly...
In just over an hour, both camps were reduced by more than half. Corpses were everywhere, and blood dyed the ground red and flowed like a stream.
"Sound kill!"
Seeing that both sides suffered heavy losses, Pei Yuanqing's army's advantage was still greatly reduced, and they still began to fight fiercely with the great monks.
More than a hundred giant rice flutes suspended in mid-air vibrated in the air, and a sound wave visible to the naked eye turned into a torrent of swords, guns, swords and halberds, blasting towards Pei Yuanqing in the air...
"Crackling...boom, boom, boom..."
As soon as the giant flute moved, the effect of "the sound of heaven and earth" disappeared, and everyone except the ancestor of Jiuxiao suddenly heard a deafening noise that made people lose their mind.
"boom……"
Pei Yuanqing, who had experienced hundreds of battles, instinctively raised the silver hammer in his hand to block it, scattering the torrent of swords, guns, swords and halberds, but he groaned and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth.
The sonic power of Ancestor Jiuxiao not only has physical attacks, but also mental attacks, making it difficult for people to guard against, and Pei Yuanqing was injured.
"Dragon Sealing and Source-Sealing Technique!"
"The stars have changed!"
"The Great Merciful and Great Compassion Vajra Palm!"
…
Many top monks were overjoyed and took action without hesitation. All kinds of famous secret techniques swarmed towards Pei Yuanqing.
Pei Yuanqing was shocked, the magic power in his body was violent, and the two hammers danced wildly, but he also knew that it was extremely difficult to resist, and he would be severely injured even if he did not die.
