The left servant of Wei State, Yang Yu, was lying in the ruins. He was holding the back of his head and shaking uncontrollably. He struggled to get up while yelling. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed and bowed to the figure holding the sword over there.
Wang Yuanqing of Xi'a was hanging under the eaves of the city tower, his chest was pierced by a broken stake, and he was shaking slightly with blood dripping. The moment the Dharma light blasted out, the impact of the air wave directly lifted him up, and he was cut off after being hit.
The position of the wooden pile exposed at the corner of the eaves has long since ceased to exist.
The guard general Yuan Xianggong fell in a pool of blood, with a lot of fine fleshy foam on his mouth and nose, and the armor on his body was shattered by the shock.
call……
Chen Qingzhi held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his whole body was trembling with violent breathing. He stared blankly at the light opposite him. The gap created by the sword light stretched like a shocking scar from the city wall under his feet to the city, and even
further direction.
I never thought that the White Dragon Sword would have such terrifying power.
When~
The sound of weapons falling to the ground spread, and the surrounding Wei soldiers dropped their weapons one after another. They were not without courage. No matter how difficult the enemy was to deal with, they were willing to fight with all their flesh and blood, but now it was beyond common sense.
If you continue to fight, you will not be brave, but you will lose your life in vain.
"Victory..."
On the city wall, a group of Liang soldiers were gasping for air. They stopped taking action against the enemies who had dropped their weapons. Instead, they quickly rushed to their generals. Hundreds of people organized and rushed to the bottom of the city tower to attack those who had not yet surrendered.
The defenders launched a counterattack and relied on their superiority to fight back the defenders at the city gate below.
After taking control of the city gate, he opened it and summoned the Liang Army's three thousand cavalry who had been waiting outside. Under the command of deputy general Ma Funian, they entered the city and cooperated with the infantry to advance layer by layer and occupy various important roads.
The siege of the city has come to an end. Chen Qingzhi was escorted down the city tower and sat by the city gate. He took off his armor and was bandaged by his soldiers. He took a big gulp of wine and sprayed it on his wounds. He frowned as he watched the soldiers and horses come in.
Emperor Yuan Hao and Qiu Daqian.
"Mr. Wudu... Kamui!"
Yuan Hao dismounted his horse and raised his hand towards Chen Qingzhi, but it was unclear whether his words were praising Chen Qingzhi or talking about the white dragon sword hanging on his waist.
"Your Majesty, there are only some sporadic resistance left in the city. Qiu Daqian's soldiers and horses can go to encircle and suppress it. My men should withdraw and rest. There is no chance that there will be another battle soon."
Chen Qingzhi didn't want to waste time on small talk, and briefly explained the next deployment. Over there, the emperor nodded, looked away from the white dragon sword on the other person's waist, smiled and nodded again.
"Gong Wudu and the Liang Army warriors really need to rest for a while. If there is some resistance in the city, then we will listen to Duke Wudu and leave it to General Qiu to handle it."
"Your Majesty's entrustment will be completed in the end!"
Qiu Daqian puffed up his chest, arched his hands heavily, and arched his hands towards Chen Qingzhi. He then got on his horse and called his soldiers to rush to various streets in the city.
After everyone left, the city gate became quiet. Liang Jun's infantry quietly dragged away the body of the Wei soldier by the gate, trying not to disturb the general who was resting against the city wall with his eyes closed.
In fact, Chen Qingzhi was not asleep, and his fingers were gently stroking the lines on the sword hilt.
"When you attack Luoyang, I will come back to sheath the sword."
Thinking of his gentleman's words yesterday, Chen Qingzhi couldn't help but sigh again. What he didn't know was that the gentleman he was thinking about was watching groups of soldiers marching into the city.
"If you use too much magic power at once, the magic sword will not be as smooth as Yue Hao's after all."
Chen Yuan witnessed Chen Qingzhi's attack on Xingyang for the first time in history. He didn't know how the opponent captured Xingyang at that time, but it was certainly not that difficult.
Perhaps the gift of the White Dragon Sword to the opponent had changed his trajectory a little, allowing General Xingyang to find a way to break the magic sword, and Chen Qingzhi, who had always relied on the power of the White Dragon Sword, was temporarily in trouble.
"It seems right to take back the magic sword..."
As for the next battle that the opponent will have to go through,
Chen Yuan was no longer interested in seeing what was going on. With the White Dragon Sword in hand, it would be useless to have reinforcements from the Wei army.
But the premise is that Chen Qingzhi doesn't charge ahead alone.
"It's time to go back..."
The moment he turned around, Chen Yuan suddenly stopped. He raised his face and looked in the direction of Luoyang. A halo of light flickered above the foothills to the north of Luoyang.
Kunlun mirror?
Sensing the familiar Qi movement, Chen Yuan flicked her fingers and jumped up into the air. A wooden sculpture in her sleeves rushed into the sky, and a dragon roar suddenly resounded.
Green scales and jade claws, dragon whiskers fluttering, lion's mane and antlers raised their heads to catch the falling Chen Yuan, dragging their slender and spirited bodies, swam meandering in the sun, and flew across the sky quickly.
The soldiers below heard the sound and looked up curiously, but there was nothing except the blue sky and the floating black smoke.
…
In Luoyang in the distance, a figure disappeared and ran quickly in the wilderness. The golden halo flashed past. Ordinary people could not see it, but as a cultivator, he had been waiting for an opportunity to break through the shackles and take a further step.
Becoming an enshrinement in Zuo Pushe Yang Yu's home was also an attempt to use the other party's financial resources and power to collect geniuses and treasures that would be helpful for spiritual practice.
The moment the energy came, he couldn't wait. He rushed out of Luoyang without any hesitation and rushed here with all his strength. He knew that there were some geniuses and treasures, but they were fleeting. If he didn't have the opportunity, he wouldn't even be able to see them.
Less than.
Entering the forest, he quickly found a location covered by a magic circle following his qi movement. He recited the magic formula in his mouth and kept calculating with his fingers. His eyes suddenly showed the posture and mouth shape of a chubby figure opening the magic circle.
"How can you hide this trick from me!"
The man seemed to have figured out how to open it, and just as he was about to pass, a dragon roar suddenly rang out from the sky. The man quickly retreated and hid behind a nearby big tree, hiding his body and energy.
When he looked at it, his eyes suddenly shrank.
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I saw a long, meandering shadow descending into the forest, bringing up a strong wind. When I saw the long shadow in full view, the face of the man who was hiding changed.
Unexpectedly, he could see a dragon in this world... But after a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. He could not feel the dragon energy from the long shadow.
Sure enough, a figure jumped down from the dragon's head, stretched out its hand, and the majestic long shadow suddenly shone with a burst of magic light, quickly shrunk and turned into a wooden sculpture, flew into the figure's hand, and then put it into his sleeve.
"Could it be that you also came here to find a source of energy?"
"This person's cultivation level..."
The man hiding behind the tree kept speculating in his mind. Chen Yuan, who had put away the wood carving, suddenly turned his head and smiled on his face: "Fellow Taoist over there, why don't you show up."
Behind the tree, the person who was still speculating heard this, his face froze, but he still removed the spell to restrain his breath and walked out. A smile instantly appeared on his face, and he raised his hands: "I made you laugh, I just passed by.
I saw a divine light appearing here, so I came over to check it out. I didn’t expect to meet a fellow traveler, why don’t we go in together?”
Well……
At this time, Chen Yuan was stunned. After taking a closer look, he found that he was not a Taoist from those two days.
In the blink of an eye, the man dressed in black robes, waving his long beard, came over with a smile and raised his hand.
"This is Xu Maoling."
"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you." Chen Yuan smiled and returned the greeting: "I'm always proud of you."
"Fellow Daoist Chang, you are young and have advanced cultivation, you are really amazing!"
The Taoist cultivator named Xu Maoling lowered his hand and looked towards the woods with the seal of the magic circle over there, "Since you and I are together, how about breaking the seal here and going in together to have a look?"
"good."
Amidst the sound of the wind blowing in the forest, Chen Yuan smiled and made a request.