Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Three: You have been strengthened, give a certain red!
The fact that the Dragon King of the Yangtze River angrily tore off the iron cable across the river was a huge psychological blow to the men of Fugong Er on the riverside who also witnessed this battle between gods.
Because the distance was too far, they naturally could not hear the conversation between Kong Qing, Huashan Prefecture Lord and Yangtze River Dragon Lord, so they analyzed the situation based on what they saw and came to such a conclusion...
The white-clothed Taoist priest from the Tang Dynasty fought with the huge dragon for a while and then subdued the dragon, and drove the opponent to seize all the iron ropes across the river. And the Taoist priest on their side claimed to be able to call the wind and rain, and had boundless magical power.
There was nothing Yuan could do to stop it.
Then, they will think again, even if someone as powerful as Hou Yuan is not good enough, we will certainly not be good enough!
As a result, the morale of Fugong Er's army became almost visibly depressed. On the contrary, the morale of Tangying's army became high in a short period of time.
Just after the blue giant dragon's claws submerged into the river, the Tangying navy, which had been lingering far away by the river, raised its sails under Huang Junhan's command and rushed towards Queyue City on the other side.
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At this time, Kong Qing, who was standing on the Seven Star Altar, also raised the Seven Star Sword in his hand with a serious face and pointed towards the sky.
"The wind is coming!"
Kong Qing, who was standing in the center of the river, also waved his hand, and the sapphire on the ring shone brightly.
The next moment, the southeast wind rose out of thin air, blowing the sails of the Tang army's warships, and the warships instantly became as fast as galloping horses.
"Hahaha……"
Huang Junhan, the general manager of Huaizhou, stood on the warship, feeling the sudden strong east wind, smiling wildly.
"That's it, no need to turn the helm, just aim at the dock of Queyue City and rush towards it, let them see how powerful we are!"
"Hey ha!"
After hearing his words, the Tang army archers holding bows and arrows stood on the deck one by one, raised their hands, and cheered in victory.
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On the altar across the Yangtze River, Hou Yuan slammed the gold medal with Baite's name written on it on the ground.
"The Yangtze River Dragon Lord, he dared not get angry even after being bullied like this. It's simply a shame! Damn it, after struggling for a long time, I have to rely on myself in the end!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and called over a messenger standing nearby.
"You, go and inform the brothers that the Tang Army will rush over soon, and ask them to quickly disband in front of the mountain. I will cast a spell on the mountain to protect you. As long as I am still alive, Queyue City will not be lost!"
"yes!"
After the messenger agreed, he quickly ran to the side.
After a while, Queyue City's defenders, led by mid-level officers, neatly lined up in front of the mountain with weapons in hand.
Hou Yuan took out a yellow cloth belt, tied it horizontally on his forehead, and said viciously.
"No matter who it is, if you want to take down a certain Queyue City, just use your life to do so!"
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The battle between mortals below has not yet begun, but the battle between gods above has completely ended!
Bang bang bang...
Lord Huashan Mansion came down from the air with a smile on his face and applauded.
"Master Qingwei, your battle with the Dragon Lord of the Yangtze River today, and your actions of dividing the autumn colors are enough to shock the world."
"The Lord is too flattering..."
Kong Qing bent down slightly and bowed humbly to the Lord of Huashan Prefecture to thank him.
"Actually, from the beginning to the end, it was just Long Jun testing Pindao's hands at will, so it's evenly divided. What's more, if Fu Jun didn't use the power of Huashan to support Pindao, Long Jun's temptation to Pindao might not be able to be accepted.
Come down."
"Qingwei, you are so humble! You can fight with the Dragon Lord of the Yangtze River in the real world. There are not many practitioners in the world who have this ability."
Mr. Huashan Mansion stroked his beard with his hand and said sincerely.
"I originally thought that this time I was going to have some fights with the Yangtze Dragon Lord, but I didn't expect that it would be the same with or without me..."
"Where... where... the Lord's compliment is so great that I dare not accept it!"
Facing the praise from Lord Huashan, Kong Qing still looked humble...
Because he knew in his heart that although on the surface it seemed that he was really at odds with the Yangtze Dragon Lord, in fact, if there was no heavyweight figure like Huashan Fujun on his side, the Yangtze River Dragon Lord might not be against him.
Even if he strikes hard, he may not agree to fight hand-to-hand with him fist to fist.
And if it's not a hand-to-hand fight, even if you are wearing a 'no-win glove', I'm afraid you won't be able to win or lose with the opponent. It's more likely that you will be beaten all over the floor by the opponent.
run……
Seeing Kong Qing's neither arrogant nor arrogant behavior, Lord Huashan couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.
This kind of mentality of neither being arrogant nor impetuous, and being modest and humble in retreat is really a good seed for cultivating Taoism.
With such a character, it's no wonder that he went from a weakling who could be easily killed by him to a figure who could go head-to-head with the Yangtze Dragon Lord in less than a year...
"Qingxiazi has really taken in a good disciple who is better than anyone else! Judging from our experience, it won't be long before Qingxiazi's title of 'No. 1 in the Taoist Sect' will fall on you, Qingwei!"
As the saying goes, a good word can warm the winter, and being so praised by a great god like Huashan Fujun, even though Kong Qingming knew that the other person said this because he wanted the position of City God of Huayin County, he still felt a little bit off.
"The prince of the government is really overly rewarded, I really don't dare to accept it..."
Kong Qing was humble for a moment before continuing.
"The Lord of Fu also contributed a lot to this matter, and Pindao feels deeply about it. After Pindao returns to Chang'an, Lord Fu might as well ask Lord Da Lang or Lord Erlang to come to Chang'an to find Pindao, so that Pindao can reciprocate.
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"good!"
After receiving an accurate word from Kong Qing, the Lord of Huashan Mansion suddenly felt at ease and touched his beard with his hand with a smile.
"Master, if you say this, I will feel relieved..."
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Just as Kong Qing was chatting with Lord Huashan, the warship led by Huang Junhan below had already rushed ashore without turning the rudder as he ordered. It was like a wall lying across the Fugong's army.
in front of.
"The first team comes forward, the second team draws their bows, targets, and after three breaths, fire a volley!"
Following Huang Junhan's order, a group of soldiers holding swords and shields immediately stepped forward and squatted down at the edge of the deck, while the archers standing behind them drew out their arrows and put them on their bows.
A soldier standing on the far left squinted one eye, glanced ahead, and then shot an arrow directly.
Whoosh!
After the long arrow drew a parabola, it fell into the army of Fugong standing behind the dock, and hit a sergeant in the arm.
"ah……"
Before the sergeant who had been hit by an arrow could cry out in pain, he saw that the archers on the warship had drawn their bows in unison. After a few breaths, a large wave of arrows appeared above their heads.
"Ah...ah..."
The rain of arrows fell and covered the sides of the military formation. In an instant, the entire military formation seemed to be missing a piece, and violent screams came one after another.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a white ball of light suddenly ejected from the Liangshan Mountain behind and exploded above their heads. Then dozens of streams of light flew out of the ball of light and fell into the military formation below.
A soldier fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow. While the soldier was moaning and groaning in pain, suddenly a stream of light came towards him and hit him.
The next moment, the soldier immediately jumped up from the ground like a tiger, stretched out his hand to grab the arrow shaft on his body, and pulled it out. Blood spurted out from his wound, but he didn't even notice it, and he used force to
An inhuman roar.
"Roar!"
On the mountain behind them, Hou Yuan was raising his magic sword crazily and twisting his body.
"Collect the soul and soul, guard the fetus, record the essence and fill the blood, solidify the liquid and condense the tendons..."
As he spoke, his free hand grabbed a handful of white powder in a bowl next to him and poured it towards the candle in front of him.
"disease!"
Peng!
After the white powder collided with the flame of the candle, the light exploded and a ball of white flame exploded, rising dozens of feet high. Then a white ball of light that was exactly the same as before flew out from the fire and landed in front of the mountain.
The sky above the army exploded, and dozens more streams of light fell from the sky and fell on the sergeants.
Every soldier hit by the stream of light will have his eyes reddened in an instant. He is not afraid of life, death, or pain, and his strength seems to have become much stronger.
"You have been strengthened, go ahead!"
Hou Yuan raised the magic sword in his hand, pointed at the vanguard of the Tang army led by Huang Junhan in front, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Don't be afraid of each other. They are just ordinary people, and you are already gods. Come on!"
Under his command, the sergeants with red eyes immediately held weapons in their hands and rushed forward to face the opponent's rain of arrows. Even if they were hit by three or four arrows, they could not fall down and jumped as fast as flying.
Facing this inhuman opponent, Huang Junhan and his men immediately fell into a hard fight.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Watching the battle on the riverside, Hou Yuan suddenly laughed crazily, then chanted the spell again, grabbed handfuls of powder and threw it at the candle.
"Rush... rush... rush... rush to someone!"
"Your sorcerer's spells are very interesting..."
Just as Hou Yuanzheng was desperately strengthening his men and directing them to fight against the Tang army, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the side.
"It's really strange. Is there any inheritance of Taiping Dao now? Are you from the branch of Brother Zhang Jiao or the branch of Yu Ji?"
After hearing the voice, Hou Yuan turned his head in surprise, only to find that the demon Qingwei dressed in white had run over from the Yangtze River at some point and was standing on the side of his altar.
Face looked at himself up and down curiously, still mumbling something.
"Let me show you who your master is... What, you just know that someone is called Shenjun, oh my god! Shenjun is obviously a nickname. You actually don't know the name of your master from the beginning to the end.
ah!"
Then, Hou Yuan saw Qingwei look at him with contempt.
"It seems that I have overestimated you. You are nothing more than cannon fodder!"