Fu Cailin is indeed a great master who has been famous for decades. He has extremely rich combat experience and has made plans early.
Yi swordsmanship is all about predicting the enemy's intentions first. The prerequisite is to have a keen eye to see through the enemy's true and false situation, make judgments, and block the opponent's subsequent moves one step at a time. Just like in chess, one move counts three moves, and one always takes the initiative.
Qi and machines clashed, and Feng Heng fell into the chessboard, just like a master playing chess, and was finally seen through. The innate Qiankun Kung Fu pushed the Nine Mysteries to a new level. He used Yin and Yang to absorb the heaven and earth. With a flying sword, he could kill hundreds of feet.
enemy.
It's a pity that Master Yijian, who inherited the unique skills of Gaowu and worked step by step, met Feng Heng, who inherited the immortal martial arts.
In the past eight years, Feng Heng has shifted from being a staff member to being in front of the stage. Shenfeng preached and acted alone, which is no longer what he used to be.
At this moment, Fu Cailin's flying sword failed. He reached out and made a move. The Yijian drew a perfect trajectory and was about to return to his hand. However, the immortal imperial law pardoned the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the tornado attack was like dozens of sharp cones, drilling at different angles.
Towards the sword body.
Wow!
In the midst of lightning and flint, the Yi sword that had accompanied Fu Cailin for a period of time immediately shattered and turned into countless fragments.
Feng Heng's long sleeves were rolled up in the distance, and the fragments fell like a goddess scattering flowers. At the same time, the speed of the yellow scarf warrior increased sharply, and his body was like a ghost, and he swooped down.
This kind of dragnet is meant to kill, and the majestic Yijian Master has his sword broken. No matter how you look at it, it is a dead end.
However, Fu Cailin made a mistake with his palms, and the Zhen Gua image was born, and he displayed the second skill of the innate universe, shocking Baili.
Shocked for hundreds of miles, I will never lose my dagger (hàng)!
This is the Zhen hexagram, the sound of external thunder, heard for hundreds of miles, the image of the ancient princes, the order can warn the country, guard the ancestral temple and the country, and worship the Lord for it, so that the dagger and the scorpion will not be destroyed!
As soon as this unique skill appeared, the fragments of the Yijian instantly dissipated, and the thirty-two strong men were also frightened by its majesty. For a moment, their eyes were filled with the intertwined palm power hexagrams, and they withstood countless heavy blows in the blink of an eye.
The bodies of the Yellow Turban warriors are indeed as strong as gold and iron, and are invulnerable to weapons and bullets, but the Qiankun Qijue is not brutal. A stream of energy that seems to be gentle but is actually overwhelming penetrates into the body. They spurt out blood and are severely injured in an instant.
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But it's no use.
These are no longer alive, they are not afraid of life and death, and attack without stopping.
Feng Heng recited spells and cast spells, and used the Yellow Turban Warrior to waste his edge. Fu Cailin was not afraid. His palms seemed to be sealed, and sword energy overflowed from his fingertips. Stars appeared all over the sky. Every point seemed to be an attack, but also seemed to be eternal.
Not moving.
The fourth wonder of the universe, the cycle of heaven!
The way of heaven is eternal and the cycle begins again and again!
This move has the most important artistic conception, integrating offense and defense, and it is already perfect. The thirty-two yellow scarf warriors are attacking like a wave, but Fu Cailin is strolling in the courtyard, staring at Feng Heng from a distance.
"Only when you abandon the sword can you gain the heart of Yi Jian!"
Feng Heng frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, Fu Cailin lost his sword and the threat did not diminish at all.
With the energy overflowing and criss-crossing, the entire battlefield faintly turned into a huge chessboard. This time, it was her in Tianyuan. When Fu Cailin used the flying sword method next, there would be no direction or shadow.
Shocking and irresistible.
Feng Heng secretly warned, Gu Chengyou said that she lacked combat experience, and no matter how mysterious the Taiping Art was, she would not be able to exert its essence. The Korean Peninsula was suitable for training herself, and the confrontation with this great master was a valuable experience.
At this moment, thoughts flashed in Feng Heng's mind. Finally, he tapped the jade bamboo stick, and the formation of the thirty-two warriors changed again, ranking in the Nine Palaces and Five Elements, Qimen Dunjia.
Having inherited what Feng Sheng had learned earlier, Feng Heng had dabbled in the Qi Men Dun Jia, and the Taiping Yaoshu also included formation methods. Now that he has returned to his original nature, it is even more unpredictable.
"Chaoying!"
Feng Heng himself is as graceful as a frightening giant, graceful as a swimming dragon, walking in all directions and transmitting sounds from afar.
She is no longer a member of the world, so why should she put herself in danger?
Soon a frosty figure in white appeared behind Fu Cailin.
Lin Chaoying was holding a Taiping sword that looked like a talisman or a flag, and her eyes were as sharp as an ice sword, with a fierce and deadly look.
Fu Cailin's pupils suddenly shrank, his tall and majestic body turned, and he used the sixth skill of Qiankun to reverse the situation one step ahead.
This prediction was so wonderful that the next moment the sword of peace stabbed him lightly in the back of the heart.
The originally cyclical artistic conception of heaven was shattered in an instant, indestructible. Under the sharp sword force, even the void seemed to collapse inch by inch!
If the cycle of heaven were still there, Fu Cailin would have been severely damaged, but the Yijian master changed his moves in advance and reversed the situation. It was like a murderous intention from the sky, shifting stars and changing places, directing the sword energy towards the Yellow Turban warrior.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the destructive sword energy actually cut the originally indestructible Yellow Turban Warrior in half. His upper body fell to the ground, and he screamed in agony, still alive.
Lin Chaoying was startled, but Feng Heng's face remained as usual. He sent yellow scarf warriors to rush forward one after another, trying to disrupt Fu Cailin's formation even if he died.
After this buffering, Lin Chaoying's eyes recovered, and the Taiping Sword circled, wiped, chopped, and cut. The sword was opened and closed, and it stabbed Fu Cailin's vital parts all over his body.
Not as mysterious and ever-changing as Feng Heng's Taoism, each of her movements was extremely simple and clean, but the spells on the sword were flowing, and many spells were born randomly, making it difficult to prevent them.
One sword creates all kinds of magic!
If the art of Taiping is the pursuit of simplicity from the complex, the art of Taiping Qing is the pursuit of simplicity from the complexity. The two women complement each other and are perfect.
In this way, when the two women fight steadily, even if Fu Cailin's unexpected moves fall out and the innate Qiankun is exquisite, they can only kill all the yellow scarf warriors in the end...
puff!
When the Taiping Sword passed through his chest, Fu Cailin's brows showed a look of calmness and strong regret: "I'll die if I hear the truth in the morning! But it's a pity, a pity..."
Two completely different emotions fell on his ugly yet charming face, but they complemented each other.
The next moment, the look in Fu Cailin's eyes disappeared, and he slowly sat down, his head hanging down weakly.
"Bury him!"
Feng Heng and Lin Chaoying's chests rose and fell, showing respect, waving their hands and giving orders.
Soon, the two women floated to the top of the palace, and the entire capital was covered with beacon smoke.
Goguryeo was a small country that spanned seventy years between the Sui and Tang dynasties in history. It took four generations of emperors and a lot of national power to finally conquer it.
destruction!
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Daye four years ago, summer.
The Sui Emperor went on a personal expedition and issued an order to exterminate the barbarians. All Turkic people, old and young, went into battle. Tubo, Dangxiang, Khitan, Shiwei, Gaochang, and Tuyuhun formed a coalition.
All lost.
The Sui army destroyed the country for dozens of years, and those who surrendered were expelled and collected. Adult men were all forced to work as coolies, and children under the age of seven went to the Central Plains to learn Chinese and wear Hanfu.
In the same year, summer.
Goguryeo, Silla, and Baekje were destroyed by the Shenfeng Army.
The divine phoenix warship crossed Fusang and destroyed it easily.
From then on, the Sui Dynasty raised its eyes and looked around the world, covering all directions, and the world was at peace. 8)