Chapter 585: The Battle of Lin Zhao (Shamelessly Asking for a Monthly Pass)
The tall and thin monk was stunned by the sudden slap from the Nanzhao Goddess.
Fortunately, he had been practicing physical training since he was a child and his physique was not weak. In addition, the goddess of Nanzhao did not kill him and only suffered minor injuries.
Faced with the Nanzhao goddess's question, the tall and thin monk was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
A sneer appeared on the face of Nanzhao Goddess: "If I hadn't come here a long time ago, how could it be such a coincidence that I would appear at the critical moment and use the Buddhist sacred weapon to save you and me?"
"So, this time the Buddhists and the Southern Conquest Army joined forces to deliberately harm Nanzhao, right? You encouraged the King of Nanzhao to send troops north, and your intentions are to be punished."
Faced with the malicious speculation of the Nanzhao Goddess, the tall and thin monk just remained silent. No one is a fool. He did so deliberately. Even if he wanted to speak for his master, he could not find the right words.
The tall and thin monk had no way of knowing why Shimen and the Marquis of Longchuan wanted to join forces to scheme against Nanzhao, and he did not dare to ask.
At this time, a breeze blew, and the goddess of Nanzhao felt cold all over. She squatted on the ground with her legs folded, tears falling from her beautiful face, and she murmured to herself: "Why do you want to harm me, Nanzhao? It's a waste of our trust in you."
"There are half a million Nanzhao warriors. Not to mention the tens of thousands who died in the attack on the Qin people, but of these 350,000, they should have returned alive. They could have lived with their families."
"It's all you," the goddess of Nanzhao closed her eyes and let out a desperate roar.
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High in the sky, Lin Ze and Zhao Tuo were thousands of meters apart, using their momentum to press towards each other.
I saw the two of them colliding with each other fiercely, trying to overpower each other, but they went back and forth for a long time, and no one could overpower the other.
A trace of surprise flashed across Lin Ze's face. Zhao Tuo's cultivation was much better than that of Li Si and the Buddhist Vajra Master.
After all, he is a military commander, so he pays more attention to martial arts cultivation?
Compared with the surprise expressed by Lin Ze, Zhao Tuo was shocked in his heart. Lin Ze has been practicing martial arts for no more than twenty years, right? His strength is on par with mine?
So what does it mean to practice for more than a hundred years after breaking through to become a master? Is it just a waste of time?
With all kinds of thoughts rising in his mind, Zhao Tuo suddenly regained his momentum and said: "The champion, can you listen to me?"
Regarding Zhao Tuo's sudden change of attitude, Lin Ze just sneered: "Let's talk about anything after we fight. Maybe, after the fight, there are some things that don't need to be said."
Zhao Tuo understood the meaning of Lin Ze's words. The negotiation was based on the equality of strength between the two. If the difference in strength between the two was too big, and someone was killed in this battle, why would there be any need for nonsense?
"Okay, I will do as you wish. We will talk about it after the fight."
Zhao Tuo straightened his face, took a short halberd from his back, and said in a deep voice: "The Barbarian King's Halberd was the magic weapon obtained by killing the Barbarian King when I first led the army to the south."
Lin Ze raised the long sword in his hand: "You should be more familiar with Tianwen Sword than I am, so I won't introduce you to it."
After speaking, his wrist shook, and sword flowers appeared in the air. It was Lin Ze's killer move against Li Si that day.
Compared with that day, which took time to prepare, Lin Ze, who had greatly improved his cultivation this time, quickly gathered nine sword flowers and flew towards Zhao Tuo.
Looking at Zhao Tuo again, the short halberd was flying uncertainly, and a ten-foot-long fire dragon appeared out of thin air, flying over with its fangs and claws.
The sword flower and the fire dragon collided with each other, making a huge noise, and finally they were both annihilated.
The long-range attack was fruitless. Lin Ze's expression remained unchanged. He held the Tianwen Sword and rushed towards Zhao Tuo. Every sword fell with murderous intent.
Zhao Tuo was not afraid and came forward with a short halberd in hand.
The Tianwen Sword and the Barbarian King's Halberd collided again and again, causing continuous muffled thunder in the sky.
A quarter of an hour later, the two separated. Lin Ze stared at Zhao Tuo with his brows furrowed. The strength of the two was almost the same. If he wanted to kill him, he had to find a way.
A thought came to mind, and Lin Ze immediately ran the God of War Catalog at high speed, feeling the power of the master boiling in his body, and rushed forward again.
This time, Lin Ze didn't use any fancy moves, but stabbed Zhao Tuo straight into the heart with his long sword.
Seeing that Lin Ze still refused to give up, Zhao Tuo just smiled and rushed forward with all his strength, striking Lin Ze headfirst.
Facing the Barbarian King's Halberd getting closer and closer to his forehead, Lin Ze not only did not dodge, but moved forward as hard as he could, trying to insert the long sword into Zhao Tuo's heart.
Judging from the time, when the long sword in Lin Ze's hand shattered Zhao Tuo's heart, his own head would also be chopped into pieces by the Barbarian King's Halberd. This was obviously a way of killing both of them.
However, neither Lin Ze nor Zhao Tuo had any intention of stopping or dodging, as if they were not afraid of death.
With a "ding" sound, Lin Ze clearly felt that the Tianwen Sword in his hand had pierced a hard object. No matter how much he madly exerted his master's power, he could not move forward any further.
At the same time, the Barbarian King's Halberd stayed an inch above Lin Ze's forehead and was blocked by the rich white light. At the critical moment, Lin Ze naturally used the Book of Songs.
Lin Ze's face was neither happy nor sad, with the "Book of Songs" on his head, and the long sword in his hand turned into a rain of swords, attacking Zhao Tuo from all directions.
Zhao Tuo calmly took back the Barbarian King's Halberd, took out the simple oil lamp from his arms, and held it in front of him. He let the rain of swords fall and remained motionless as a mountain.
All the rain of swords was eliminated by the yellow light emitted by the oil lamp.
"Buddhist sacred weapon?" Lin Ze took back his sword and asked as if nothing had happened, as if the person who had just murderous intentions towards Zhao Tuo had nothing to do with him.
"The Champion has good eyesight. This oil lamp is the sacred Buddhist artifact given to me by Buddhism for my protection," Zhao Tuo replied honestly without any thought of concealing it.
Zhao Tuo looked at the "Book of Songs" on Lin Ze's head and marveled: "I didn't expect that the champion would have such an adventure at such a young age, but I don't know who the supporter behind the champion is?"
Lin Ze replied indifferently: "It's just good luck."
Lin Ze did not say that he had no one to support him. The sacred artifact was taken from the Confucianists. If Zhao Tuo was willing to guess, let him guess.
Hearing Lin Ze's vague answer, a trace of surprise appeared on Zhao Tuo's face: "Is it possible that there are still forces supporting Qin?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Tuo coughed lightly and asked: "May I ask the champion, am I qualified to say a few words to you now?"
Lin Ze moved slightly, stepped back a hundred meters, put the Tianwen Sword into its scabbard, and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Since he can't kill the opponent, Lin Ze doesn't mind listening to Zhao Tuo for a few words, maybe he will gain something unexpected.
Seeing Lin Ze's decisive behavior, Zhao Tuo had a smile on his face and said: "I want to make a deal with the Champion. I wonder if the Champion is interested?"
"Tell me about it," Lin Ze said calmly.
Zhao Tuo said slowly: "When the champion has destroyed the 350,000 Nanzhao army, don't continue going south. How about going north?"