At the thought of this, Qin Fangyang turned around, tore apart the space, and accelerated away.
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Go to the capital!
The first part of Star Soul Continent has a population of almost 200 million.
As the largest super city in Star Soul Humanity, its guard force has always been extremely strong.
In particular, Zuo Changlu and others had personally reinforced the protective barrier on the capital city many times.
It's extremely sturdy!
Even the last time the demons came back, with the power of the entire continent, they rushed violently without hesitation, and the number of high-rise buildings collapsed in the capital city was the fewest in the entire world.
Not only is there the royal family, but more importantly, the families of almost all the high-priced generals are concentrated in Shangjing City. Firstly, it is safe, secondly, it is easy to manage, thirdly, there are many opportunities here, and fourthly, it is a way to reassure the senior officials.
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Although few people rebel in this kind of racial war, there is always one person in thousands of miles.
For various reasons, Shangjing, the political center, has naturally become an economic center, a financial center, a gathering center, a residential center...
Qin Fangyang tried his best and only tore apart the space a few times. Although he hadn't reached his destination yet, he knew what had happened.
Troops are rising from all sides!
The goal... is to go to Beijing!
It’s dangerous to go to Beijing!
Moreover, looking at it like this, the forbidden airspace of the Heroic Soul Pass in the four directions has been destroyed a lot!
Qin Fangyang immediately turned around without any hesitation.
The closer we get to Beijing, the more depression Qin Fangyang feels becomes stronger!
That is the huge pressure of countless powerful Hunyuan Daluo people gathered together!
Qin Fangyang felt as if the sky ahead had completely collapsed.
Qin Fangyang ran in despair.
There is even a feeling of entering the gate of hell step by step.
"How many masters are here? How many great Luo are there?"
"Others will definitely not be able to catch up at this time...Does that mean I have to shoulder all this myself?"
"Then if I run forward step by step, I am rushing to die."
Qin Fangyang felt very sad and vaguely heroic.
This really doesn’t mean that there are no masters in Shangjing City. Of course there are masters, but there really are no real peak-level Da Luo masters!
In this moment of life-and-death battle, how could a top expert stay in the rear?
Even several masters of the royal family, such as Shi Feng, have already felt the presence of the front line.
So Qin Fangyang knows very well that as long as he passes this battlefield, he will be the only peak master!
Saying this made me very angry.
But think about yourself alone, facing tens of thousands of others...
No matter how courageous Qin Fangyang is, his legs still feel weak.
He doesn't worry about being unable to stop him, nor does he worry about whether he can win... because he knows very well: that is simply impossible!
But he was worried that after he died in the battle, if the emperor and the others still couldn't arrive in time, what would they do if they went to Beijing?
What should we do with the hundreds of billions of people in Star Soul Continent?
Qin Fangyang felt the cold wind blowing on his face, his eyes were persistent and firm.
My feet are also getting faster and faster.
"Knowing that this time you are going to die, you can actually run faster and faster..."
Qin Fangyang laughed at himself: "I am also a genius..."
"Is there any way... to delay the enemy while also delaying the time?"
Shangjing arrived in a flash.
Then Qin Fangyang was a little confused.
It turns out that there are not four enemies, but six!
I missed two ways!
Fortunately, these six enemies have a common flaw: they haven't arrived in Beijing yet!
Although the distance is only a few hundred miles!
But it didn’t arrive, it just didn’t arrive.
There are no fewer than thirty Heroic Soul Passes in each of these six directions!
Only the top masters can bypass it, but if a large group of troops want to get over it collectively, it is impossible. So they must destroy those heroic soul barriers first!
Only then can the large army advance straight in!
The millions of years of meteor showers in the Star Soul Continent have created a strange settlement phenomenon: there is no one in the suburbs at all!
All humans are in big cities!
Therefore, there are almost no human casualties and casualties among ordinary residents!
But the Six Route Army is here after all!
Qin Fangyang let out a long roar and flew above the entire Shangjing City shield!
He only felt that his heart was filled with heroism!
A lot of excitement!
He understood that 1.8 million of his colleagues had already died!
A Heroic Soul Pass is equipped with 10,000 regular defenders; and these enemies have already marched straight into Shangjing, which means... there are at least 180 soldiers in the Heroic Soul Pass in the six directions, and at least 1.8 million iron-blooded warriors.
They must all have died in the battle!
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get by!
"One million and eighty million heroic souls!"
Qin Fangyang screamed in the sky: "One million and eight hundred thousand good men!..."
Alarms have been sounded in the capital city!
Countless people will fly up.
Qin Fangyang stood in the sky and shouted: "Accelerate the reinforcement of the shield! The enemy is too powerful! Use all means and no matter the cost to strengthen the shield!"
"Even if it costs your life and soul to strengthen it! You are definitely no match for this group of enemies! Use all means to strengthen the shield. Now is the only way to delay time!"
"Delay for one more second, just one second! Wait for the throne's response!"
"I am Qin Fangyang! I am the pioneer officer returning from the front line! I ask you to do your best to strengthen the shield. Your Majesty, led by the army, is on the way!"
"We just need a few minutes! You hear me!!"
Qin Fangyang's roar shocked the entire Shangjing!
His voice was firm and decisive.
Countless warriors below instinctively became convinced!
Because they heard the desperate meaning in the voice of the man above!
As long as I, Qin Fangyang, don’t die!
No enemy can enter Shangjing!
You should first think of ways to strengthen the shield! Do whatever it takes, no matter the cost!
The order from the military headquarters was immediately passed down: "All capable warriors, strengthen the shield at all costs!"
Going to Beijing is too big!
The shield of such a huge city is the strongest, but temporary reinforcement is also the most expensive!
Warriors under the realm of God Control are not qualified to participate at all!
If warriors in the two realms of Yushen Guixuan want to strengthen the shield, they may have to pay for it with their own life and soul!
The warriors above Feitian quickly gathered and flew away in all directions of the city.
The military department is coordinating.
Experts from various ministries and commissions, under the leadership of their respective leaders, went to different positions.
Go to the capital.
In Zuo Xiaonian’s small courtyard.
Before the accident, Wang Lingyun was lying on a recliner drinking tea. He was covered in age spots. In the past few years, Zuo Xiaoduo had given him good things at all costs to recuperate his body.
But Wang Lingyun also clearly knew that his life had come to an end.
The Jinghong Sword is in the scabbard.
The scabbard is on Wang Lingyun's lap.
Since that day, Jinghong Sword has never been out of its scabbard.
There was no sound at all.
It seems that this sword is already dead.
When the crazy vibrations came and the house began to fall into dust, Wang Lingyun looked at everything in shock.
He felt as if something amazing had happened!
His heart suddenly contracted.
The atmosphere of imminent rain and collapse has enveloped Shangjing.
As the alarm sounds.
When the alarms of enemy attacks continued to ring out in every corner of Shangjing City...
Wang Lingyun knew that this time, he really faced a life and death crisis in Beijing.
He gently stroked the hilt of Jinghong Sword and murmured: "Grandpa...it seems that Xiaohong can't be saved. Xiaohong, are you willing to accompany me and be the last bloom in our lives?"
Well?"
Jinghongjian seemed to feel something, and suddenly there was a clang of sword sound.
In an instant, three inches out of the sheath, cold light shot out!
Suddenly, the small courtyard was filled with murderous intent!
Everyone knows that Jinghong Sword was the sword worn by the God of War back then, and is also an heirloom and amulet of the Wang family.
But only Zuo Changlu and his wife and Wang Lingyun knew.
The real Jinghong Sword.
Why an amulet.
There is a reason for this.
It’s not just because Jinghong Sword has a sword spirit.
Because, in Jinghong Sword, there is the power of will left by Wang Feihong, which is similar to the brand of the soul!
Wang Feihong practiced swordsmanship all his life and was devoted to the swordsmanship.
He devoted all his life, all his hard work, and all his spirit to his swordsmanship and his sword.
Apart from the sword, there is nothing else!
That's why he can use the sword to reach the top.
When he advanced to Hunyuan, Jinghongjian had a sword spirit.
After fighting for a long time, as his understanding of the sword became more and more profound, his will to swordsmanship became more and more pure!
By the time he shocked the world in that battle, he was already a great Luo cultivation base!
And his kendo will has been accumulated a lot in Jinghong Sword.
After a desperate fight to the death, although he died, he sealed his kendo will in the Jinghong Sword! He left the Jinghong Sword behind.
This is also the reason why Wang Feihong blew himself up and died, but the Jinghong Sword was not damaged at all.
It can be said that this is the essence of Wang Feihong's life.
Although without any consciousness.
However, it is indestructible!
But this kind of sword will can only be released once!
And there's a big price to pay.
Zuo Changlu was unwilling to let the last traces of his brother disappear. Moreover, Wang Feihong's last relic was left to his grandson, Wang Lingyun.
So Zuo Changlu sent the sword back to the Wang family and gave it to Wang Lingyun.
Wang Lingyun has poor qualifications and cannot absorb the will of the sword.
After that, no outstanding person appeared in the Wang family, so Wang Lingyun never mentioned this secret again.
After all, if the kendo will of the ancestors were in the hands of unworthy descendants, for Wang Lingyun, it would be the greatest insult to his grandfather!
This is the biggest smear to the name of the God of War and the reputation of the hero!
Until today.
Wang Lingyun suddenly felt that maybe today was the day!
"A powerful enemy is attacking. Going to the capital is in danger. The emperor is far away and there is no time to come back for help..."
"But my current energy... is not enough to fully exert the will of my ancestors in swordsmanship!"
"You only have one chance to attack, don't waste it!"
Wang Lingyun faced the Jinghong Sword and murmured: "My body has decayed. It is difficult to even walk normally, let alone kill the enemy? Xiaohong, so everything depends on you!"
"You take me with you to kill the enemy! Okay?"
The Jinghong Sword came out of its sheath and stood in the air.
Cold light flashes.
"I hope you can help me."
Wang Lingyun pleaded: "After all, this is me and you, the last battle!"
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"
Jinghong Sword made three sonorous sword sounds!
Wang Lingyun laughed: "Very good, very good!"
Then he moved his energy, exerted all his strength to absorb it, and devoured it at all costs. All the precious medicines left by Zuo Xiaoduo, useful and useless, were swallowed by him in one gulp.
Then the body slowly expanded!
But the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still rushing towards his body crazily.
With a bang, the Dantian shattered, but spiritual energy still poured in.
This is a kind of suicide.
Not even self-destruction!
At a certain point, the entire body will disintegrate.
It has no power to kill the enemy.
Think of your body as a ball and blow as hard as you can until the ball cracks and leaks, and that's the end.
No one would do that.
But now, Wang Lingyun did this.
His internal organs had been slowly and gradually destroyed with the intake of spiritual energy.
The face has also changed.
The whole body has become enlarged by more than ten circles.
At the fattest moment, Wang Feihong used his last strength to grab the Jinghong Sword and murmured: "Xiaohong, let's go kill the enemy!"
The tip of the sword slowly pierced his chest and pierced his heart.
Wang Lingyun's body stiffened instantly, and his eyes looked into the void with a smile.
His eyes were filled with pride!
My body is no longer good and I can't go into battle to kill the enemy. But my soul can!
Under the baptism of the ancestral sword will, using the soul to control the sword and using the blood to exert the sword will is more suitable and stronger than anyone else to control the sword will!
Although it can only be used once!
Although after using it once, I, Wang Lingyun, will never exist in this world again.
The Jinghong Sword and the kendo will of our ancestors will never exist in this world again!
But I, Wang Lingyun, was not embarrassed by my grandfather after all!
He is worthy of the title of the grandson of the God of War!
The whistling spiritual energy, carrying Wang Lingyun's blood and soul, rushed crazily into Jinghong Sword.
Jinghong Sword was trembling slightly.
The blood-colored light on the sword's body became increasingly intense.
A white-clothed phantom slowly appeared above the sword, with stern facial features, exactly what Wang Lingyun looked like.
The illusive figure becomes clearer and clearer, with a smile on his lips and a handsome face.
Just like the God of War who was dressed in white as snow and guarded the gate, he came to the world again.
The sound of the Jinghong Sword echoes incessantly.
The murderous aura is getting heavier and heavier, and the sword aura is moving vertically and horizontally!
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
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[My writing plan was disrupted. Originally I was going to write the manuscript for the next morning in the evening, but now it seems I can’t write it. Tomorrow’s update will be in the afternoon. 】