There was an earth-shattering explosion above the heads of 300,000 people.
Between the bloody energy of the corpses and the evil energy of the overwhelming battlefield, a punch appeared between heaven and earth.
Huhuhu~
The endless surging spiritual energy was swallowed up by this punch and squeezed out of the world!
Let only this powerful punch remain on the heads of 300,000 people between heaven and earth!
The brutal battles on the battlefield were all frozen in this moment.
The officers and soldiers of the Sui and Tang armies all watched this scene bewilderedly.
That punch flew up to the sky with the surging and powerful will of the Great Dao.
Lu Qi.
How dare you punch an immortal!
An Rushan had a big arm cut off, and then the immortal came to save him. In any era, this was a big event and an impossible change.
But any general would have no choice but to give up.
Only the leader of the North-Suppressing Army in this era, even when faced with the probing hands of immortals, still strutted forward and roared to kill him.
However, the cactus rolling down from the top of the head swept across thousands of miles.
If God reaches down with a hand, it controls the fate of all living beings.
It's high above.
Cold and heartless.
Wherever the palm passed, there were endless ripples, and the mighty light overflowed, overwhelming the layers of space!
Rumble, rumble~
A shocking collision!
Lu Qi punched the cactus palm.
The sky was instantly covered by spiritual light, as if the yin and yang of heaven and earth were exchanging, and the universe was eclipsed, making it impossible to discern what was going on.
Only a few people can see it.
Under the overwhelming cactus.
Lu Qi's towering figure was constantly being suppressed and became smaller. His blood energy seemed to touch the sky above his head. At the end, he was pressed back by a palm print that looked like the sky was collapsing...
However, Lu Qi smiled coldly:
"On this battlefield, even if you are an immortal, you must kneel down for me!"
One word is spoken.
Suddenly, there was a storm outside Junzhou City.
There are thousands of weather conditions gathering like dragons and tigers!
Roar!
It seemed like hundreds of thousands of people roared in unison!
Shocking!
The sky seems to be cracking!
The personal popularity in the dark has condensed into a great chain, gathering into a general trend that can make even immortals change their colors!
"puff"
In the clouds, the noble immortal, whose body was full of happiness and longevity, suddenly looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of golden blood. His face looked pale and tired, and he murmured in disbelief:
"How could that happen!!"
With his fists and palms facing each other, he actually received a terrifying force shock, coming from the deep depths!
One more moment!
Immortal Ziyang quickly understood and looked at his personal popularity with a look of shock on his face...
Hua Hua Hua~
If a big river opens a dike, the energy will flow out!
"not good!!"
In an instant, he sensed the terrifying danger.
Master Ziyang stared at Lu Qi under the sky and the earth, with a cold feeling in his heart, if he wanted to freeze the world!
"Little Lu Qi, how dare you plot against an immortal?!"
"I remember you!"
The voice is lagging behind.
Outside Junzhou City, suddenly the clouds were clear and the wind was clear.
The billowing clouds and spiritual energy all dispersed.
The sky became thousands of miles clear blue.
at this time.
Master Sun Ci stood beside Lu Qi.
On the battlefield, many Sui and Tang generals, including Lu Qingping, were stunned and confused as to what happened just now.
Why did the immortal suddenly stop?
Lu Qi put his hands behind his hands and let out a deep hum, with a hint of disdain:
"This punch damaged his strength for thirty years. Finally, he realized the power so early and stopped immediately. It was really an advantage for him!"
Hiss~
Lu Qi punched the immortal, and not only was he fine, but he also damaged the immortal's luck for thirty years!
This is probably even more unbelievable than the legendary story of Lu Qi being undefeated in battles with immortals.
Because this time...
The immortal who took action in anger at first was actually knocked out of thirty years of luck by Lu Qi with one punch.
In the clouds.
Other immortals looked on coldly and laughed.
"Zhou Ziyang, Zhou Ziyang, he is young after all."
Zhou Ziyang, the ancestor of Penglai who practiced hard for three hundred years in the blessed land of Penglai and finally became a land immortal, felt that his background was too shallow in the eyes of other immortals in these clouds.
A person who has just become an immortal has no idea about some things.
Doesn't he know that after cultivating a land immortal, he will be especially wary of changes in Qi?
It would be fine if he only rescued An Rushan.
However, his mental state was a little worse, and he was led into a trap with just one punch from Lu Qi.
He could have taught Lu Qi a lesson at any time, but now he saw that Lu Qi was about to annihilate the entire Northern Tang army of 200,000 men.
At this time, Lu Qi and his 100,000-strong army were as lucky as a dragon. They were flourishing, reaching the intensity of burning oil!
Even the madwoman from Taiyi Mountain may not be able to withstand the Southern Sui Dynasty's military movement that is about to win a great victory with her own personal popularity!
Luck changes!
This is the most important thing that immortals need to remember!
Precisely because they did not dare to cross the border between the two countries when their fortunes were extremely strong, they each resorted to pulling fuel from the bottom of the cauldron to cultivate new dragons. Only by draining the fortunes of the two countries can they control a country that does not have such a strong fortune.
The country then promoted its own religion, then turned its own religion into the state religion, abandoned the monarchy, focused on divine power, and unified Jambu, which naturally became orthodox.
These must be done step by step.
The taboo is not to go against the general trend of luck!
In the battle of Junzhou City, the divine soldiers from Lu Qi descended from the sky and used their troops like gods. The Northern Tang Dynasty was defeated like a mountain and the fate of the 200,000-strong army was sealed.
It was okay that Zhou Ziyang only saved An Rushan and one person, but he still took action against Lu Qi.
That's basically because he wants to use his own power to reverse the general trend of victory or defeat in this war and change his fate against the will of heaven!
No matter how powerful his immortal spirit was, he could not defeat the 100,000 Sui soldiers who annihilated the Northern Tang's 200,000 troops. This was a great victory, which brought increasing national fortunes to the Southern Sui Dynasty.
With just one punch, Zhou Ziyang suffered a backlash that would change his life.
Because after that punch, it wasn't just the fate of Lu Qi and the 100,000 troops that came back to bite him.
And the national destiny of the Southern Sui Dynasty was roaring at him!
You have already won a battle, and you want to reverse the situation by killing Lu Qi.
Regardless of whether Immortal Ziyang thought so, he was already committing a crime by taking action against the commander-in-chief Lu Qi.
Under the rules of heaven and luck, there is a decision of its own.
The energy of an immortal is simply not enough to turn things around.
Therefore, Zhou Ziyang suffered a backlash and coughed up blood on the spot.
His personal popularity was destroyed by Lu Qi's punch for thirty years.
After this battle.
This Penglai Immortal Zhou Ziyang, who has just become a land immortal, may become a laughing stock in the world of Xianwu for thousands of years.
Let’s not worry about the specific process for now.
Zhou Ziyang is the first immortal in these years who was punched by a warrior and coughed up blood, and whose luck was broken for thirty years!
Becoming an immortal on the first day is a shame for an immortal.
…
An Rushan has been rescued.
The outcome of the battle outside Junzhou City was already decided.
No immortal dares to use his own energy to go against the general trend of victory or defeat in this battle. The price would be too high.
Although Beitang suffered another loss of blood this time, as long as An Rushan is alive, none of the lost money will be left!
The Northern Tang Dynasty, which had an absolute advantage, was devoured by 250,000 elite soldiers, and the two countries' forces were gradually brought into balance. This was exactly what the immortals wanted to see.
Only when the Sui and Tang Dynasties were evenly matched, their wars would continue to occur, and luck would continue to flow to the wars. Then in the victory or defeat of the wars, some leftovers would be eaten by the chess pieces of the major immortals, and then they would grow rapidly.
rise until their initial plan is achieved.
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On the battlefield.
Bloody corpses were everywhere.
A bloody chasm avenue appeared on the battlefield plain, winding and twisting.
But it directly divided the 200,000-strong army into two halves.
On the battlefield, smoke and blood filled the world.
Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere.
Lu Qingping finally completed her mission and dragged at least two-thirds of the 200,000-strong army on the retreat.
These hundreds of thousands of people were killed by 10,000 cavalry and cut off on the plain, like headless flies, they were already in a mess.
Under such circumstances, even generals with different military skills can lead their cavalry to chop up these ownerless bodies that have lost their hearts and will to fight, just like chopping melons and vegetables!
Next, there is a feast of minced meat!
Lu Qingping, covered in blood, half-crouched next to a large pit and inserted the knife not far away.
The prince did not feel the slightest discomfort about the cruelty of the battlefield.
Since the personal incident of reincarnation, he experienced the tragic loss of hands, feet, and blindness for seven days. Thousands of people were massacred in Wudang Mountain. What kind of hell on earth could be more unforgettable than his experience.
After all, the bloodshed on the battlefield is nothing.
The reason is because he is not killed so easily now, so he naturally does not feel that the battlefield is cruel.
Inside the big pit.
There was hot air billowing into the sky, and it seemed that there was a large meteorite inside.
That's a big left arm!
On the arms, the veins are like little dragon knots, and the fast muscles have explosive strength.
It was just lying there, but it was like a hill crashing there.
Lu Qingping just flashed her eyes and controlled the Blood God Son to fly towards that arm without hesitation!
"Ouch~"
Full of instincts of excitement and hunger, the little man of blood let out a terrifying scream and threw himself directly into An Rushan's arm.
Lu Qingping squatted in front of the big pit, watching the bloody villain touch his arm for the first time, and he was about to bite it, but he screamed in pain as if he had bitten a piece of red-hot lava.
But that can't resist the instinctive hunger of the blood god son who has no ideology!
The blood of the end of martial arts!
Still a complete big arm!
Even though it was blistered by the terrifying blood, it still devoured it greedily.
"An Rushan, like Lu Qi, has reached the peak of his martial arts cultivation. His blood energy is no longer the mountains and rivers he had in the early stage of his journey, but has become the boundless power of the Five Mountains and Four Lands."
The Five Mountains and Four Rivers are five mountains and four rivers!
"I wonder how far the Blood God Son can directly improve his own blood energy after swallowing one of An Rushan's big arms completely?"
"Grandmaster?"
Lu Qingping narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the Blood God Son, and sucked in the strong arm until it shriveled up more and more.
The villain image of the Blood God Son became extremely crystal clear at first, like a human figure carved from a blood diamond!
Its momentum began to rise gradually from the little master who possessed it when he was a palace slave, like a big river rushing down, rising unstoppably...
Little Grandmaster...Peak...Grandmaster...Peak...
Grandmaster...
And, continue to climb, skyrocketing!
Lu Qingping's eyes sparkled and she stared closely.
The young man raised his hand slightly, and on that arm, a drop of blood slowly floated into the palm of his hand...
He wanted to squeeze all the value out of this arm.
It seems that the inheritance of their fist skills is in the blood of Martial Arts Endgame...