Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 1072 Decoy
Qi Yu Ning stood still, the scepter in his hand trembled slightly, and the copper bell on the top buzzed and vibrated, summoning an echo of death.

In the middle of the field, Feng Qiwu was fighting with the Yin soldiers at an extremely fast speed.But this is only to hold back the enemy temporarily. If he wants to completely eliminate this group of undead warriors, even he has no countermeasures for a while.

"Yan Yueque, you do have some tricks... But if you want to defeat me like this, that's not enough!"

Feng Qiwu's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he was merciless in his strikes. During the movement of his spiritual skills, a dark horse crossed across and chopped off several Yin soldiers.A large swath of dead air escaped from the severed limbs, and quickly blended with the dark air in the cemetery.

And the result of what he did was to make Pang Zayin soldiers even more frenzied by the anger of death, and rushed towards him with all their fangs and claws.

Seeing the Yin soldiers gathering more and more, Yan Yueque showed a narrow smile, and made seals with both hands. A strange whirl of spiritual power was slowly accumulating in the gloomy sky.

"Ten Star Monument!"

In an instant, a whole body of black gold, several feet long and wide, like a huge tombstone of a black coffin, suddenly fell from the sky and fell towards Feng Qiwu head-on.

With a loud "bang", Feng Qiwu did not escape from the range of the stele. At this time, his figure had disappeared, and a large number of Yin soldiers attacking around were also smashed into the ground by the stele, and the two sides only rose to the ground. A burst of gunpowder smoke rose, and there was no sound.

"Bright chains!" Yan Yueque formed a seal again, and chains shining with white light emerged out of thin air, wrapping the sky monument layer by layer, sometimes accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying.At the upper end of the chain, there is a sacred wave of the most rigid and yang, which has a natural restraint effect on the ghosts of the underworld.

This move can be said to be a unique magic weapon to deal with ghosts.But Yan Yueque's move was to suppress Feng Qiwu and Yin soldiers together!
Lu Hongyu knew that he could no longer stand by and watch.But just as he was holding the spear in his palm, another stranger who came with Yan Yueque suddenly leaped towards him with a flickering figure.Wearing pale gold clothes, the spear in his hand fluttered like a poisonous snake, stabbing him all over the body.

"Who are you?" Lu Hongyu hastily parried and blurted out.

The man sneered: "Tuoba Yao, this is the name of the person who will send you on the road!"

On one side were Yan Yueque and Feng Qiwu, and on the other side were Tuoba Yao and Lu Hongyu. In this gloomy cemetery, two chaotic fights broke out at the same time.

On the surface, Feng Qiwu had been completely suppressed by Yan Yueque, and Tuoba Yao was also stronger than Lu Hongyu. Group B was at a disadvantage overall.

But is this really the case?
"boom!--"

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted, and the stele rose several feet high, and then burst instantly.The broken pieces were annihilated into pieces of powder in mid-air.It is simply doubtful what kind of brutal explosion it has experienced.

Under the smoke and dust, Feng Qiwu stood up slowly. At this moment, he looked quite strange.What's even more strange is that the Yin soldiers standing beside him also seem to be much more "docile".

Could it be that he has found a way to control the Yin soldiers again in such a short period of time?Yan Yueque frowned slightly, but soon, his eyes suddenly widened——

no, no...

The figures of those Yin soldiers are all distorted to varying degrees at this moment. It is the dead energy that surrounds them and is being forcibly stripped away.And the source of the other party's absorption is...

It's Feng Qiwu!

He was actually absorbing death energy!

Not only the Yin soldiers, but even the death energy coiling around the entire cemetery, he was crazily swallowing it.This kind of action made the gloom around him rise by more than an order of magnitude, and even those dark soldiers became just food for him to replenish his energy.

He was usually gloomy, but at this moment, he looked even more half-human and half-ghost.

"You..." Yan Yueque stared dumbfounded, "You are a living person, how can you directly absorb the dead energy? This will make the yin and yang in your body unbalanced, and you will die directly in a short time!"

Feng Qiwu raised his head slowly, rolled his eyes, and laughed strangely: "Before that, it's enough for me to send you to hell!"

As soon as the words fell, his body was already flying into the air, and Yin Qi gathered from all directions poured into his body in large quantities.Even if it is temporarily unable to swallow, it is like a scale, tightly attached to his body surface.In just a short moment, a dark purple demon armor has been cast for him.

With a slight swing of the Demon God's arm, a long spear made of Yin Qi also took shape in an instant.Cut through the space, and dragged a deep gully on the ground.

"Yan Yueque, how dare you fight me!"

A gloomy voice came out of the Demon God's mouth like thunder.

——"Dare to fight me!"

The echo rumbled in the cemetery, it was an aggregate of endless dead energy, it was a hellish ghost more evil than Yin soldiers!
Faced with the enemy's strong invitation to fight, Yan Yueque would not retreat.With a clear whistle, light fragments flew like feathers, and a dazzling armor was also formed outside his body.Holding the bright spear, Yan Yueque's toes were a little bit on the ground, and he also followed into the air.

There were bursts of tinkling and colliding sounds that echoed continuously, and the two colors of faint purple and pure white were also continuously intertwined.Ripples that shattered the space one after another, sweeping in circles, engulfed the Yin soldiers at the bottom, including a few only tombstones, in the two-colored waves of ghostly light.

Yan Yueque was not in a hurry, he would even deliberately slow down during the battle to lure Feng Qiwu to attack, thereby consuming his spiritual energy.Because he knew that this method of accumulating Yin Qi in the body would not last long for anyone.When the time is up, when the opponent's body is completely corroded by death energy, he will die automatically.

There is no point in wasting energy for a dying person!
"Undead... Shocking Soul Tune!" Feng Qiwu also saw through the enemy's intentions, gritted his teeth with hatred, spread his five fingers, and purple filaments formed horizontally in mid-air, and the demon god's fingers flicked lightly, creating ripples visible to the naked eye. With an indescribably powerful soul impact, it spread towards Yan Yueque.

Although Feng Qiwu didn't know the rhythm of music, he still simulated the ultimate sonic battle with the help of the undead spell.To put it bluntly, such a technique is nothing more than attaching the soul attack to a foreign object.To put it bluntly, whoever has the stronger soul power will win...!
Yan Yueque tried to dodge again, but it was already too late, as soon as the spiritual power sealed her ears, a coercion that penetrated her soul poured over her.It made him feel like he had a splitting headache, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall from mid-air.

Feng Qiwu's move seemed tyrannical, but he used a lot of dead energy, which still aggravated the air pressure disorder in his body.A mouthful of hot blood welled up his throat, and at this moment, he was not much better than Yan Yueque.

Seeing this, Yan Yueque knew that the opportunity must not be missed, ignoring the stinging pain in his brain, he raised his hands and tried his best to seal.

"Sacred Sword of Light!"

Holding the pure white lightsaber in his hand, Yan Yueque took another mouthful of spiritual power, jumped up, and sent his wrist forward!
The shining lightsaber pierced the demon god's chest straight!

Feng Qiwu's face darkened, he endured it again and again, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Although the holy sword of light is a body of energy, the sacred aura contained in it is the nemesis of death energy that he manipulates.The two auras collided fiercely in his body, which brought him yet another serious injury.

Pieces of the demon god's armor dissipated, and the majestic wings were annihilated by the wind. Feng Qiwu also fell back and fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, Lu Hongyu was also knocked down by Tuoba Yao's lightning marksmanship.

In this piece of land, among the wounded and the dead, the only one who is still standing upright is probably Qi Yu who stays out of the whole process and is still counting.

After quickly debating the situation, Lu Hongyu made a decisive decision and threw a smoke bomb with his hand.When a large amount of dense smoke diffused and drowned everyone's sight, he ran to Feng Qiwu's side in the direction he had remembered before, and tried to help him up.

"City Lord, let's go!"

With Feng Qiwu's strength, in this thick smoke, he is not blind.The humiliation of being placed by Tianxiao Pavilion's opponent also made him unwilling to let it go.

At the last moment, he still raised his hand, and the dark mist, accompanied by the oppression of the soul, shot into the body of the undead warrior.

"Yan Yueque, this is my last gift to you!"

Just now, he made a decisive decision and canceled the soul contract with these Yin soldiers.

When they become souls without a master, the brutality attached to their instincts will make them kill anyone they see.And next, the first victims must be Yan Yueque and his party.

Of course, Feng Qiwu also felt sorry for giving up such a large number of troops at once.But in the final analysis, this is only in the virtual space anyway, and after returning to reality, there will be no severed soul contract.

Of course, even if he really subdued all the virtual soldiers just now, they will disappear after returning to the real world.

In the final analysis, everything in the virtual world, good and bad, injuries, honors and disgraces, will all be cleared after the return.The only thing that will be left is probably the friendship they left behind on the battlefield, and the determination awakened.

Sure enough, in the faint outline of the mist, a group of undead soldiers opened their teeth and claws, and began to pounce on Yan Yueque.And this brief obstruction also bought some time for Feng Qiwu and the others.

……

Two fast horses broke through the faint mist, and behind them splashed the swirling loess.

Although it rushed out of the range of the mass grave, it was still a long way from the city.Their crisis has not been resolved, and the enemy will soon catch up again.

Feng Qiwu strenuously pulled the reins of the horse, still spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.

There's no escape if this goes on... They will soon be able to get rid of those Yin soldiers, and they are still injured, what should they do...?
"City Lord," Lu Hongyu seemed to have seen through his worries at this time, and suddenly said, "You go first, I will be responsible for leading them away!"

Feng Qiwu was startled, and at the same time, he also had a subtle feeling that his thoughts were being seen through: "Then what should you do?"

"On the battlefield, who is eligible to live depends on whose life is more meaningful to the entire team!" Lu Hongyu's voice was firm, "I am just an ordinary soldier, but you are different, you are the coach of Group B , your survival is more important than my survival."

Only at the critical moment of life and death can he understand the "king" and "the general who protects the king" that Guan Lin once said.

Obviously, he will not be king.

Then, for the ultimate great cause, laying the foundation for the king, he will not escape.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "You have to think clearly, you really don't regret this death?"

Lu Hongyu pretended to smile casually: "Don't you often say that this is just a virtual game? Even if you die, it is not a real death. When the time comes, I will still support you from the sidelines."

With a serious face, he hurriedly urged: "There is no time to say more, the enemy is about to catch up, and the city lord, please go!"

After saying that, he turned his spear, cut his forearm fiercely, looked at the dripping blood, nodded again towards Feng Qiwu, and then suddenly put the cloak embroidered with the city lord's logo on his back , pulled the brim of the hat straight over the top of the head, and fled in another direction.

The war horse went all the way, leaving only a line of deep and shallow horseshoe prints, as well as dots of blood, symbolizing his ending, sad and tragic.

The direction he was running to was exactly his dead end, but he still had no hesitation.

Feng Qiwu looked at the direction in which he was going away, an inexplicable expression suddenly appeared on his usually gloomy face.

……

Tuoba Yao, who got rid of the entanglement of the Yin soldiers, followed the blood trail all the way, and soon saw the war horse in front of him, and the crooked figure on the horse's back.

"Feng Qiwu, stop!" Tuoba Yao was overjoyed, and with a loud shout, he threw out the spear in his hand and shot straight at the back of the figure in front of him.

It's mine to win the head coach of Group B!
However, Tuoba Yao was cautious after all, even if Feng Qiwu was seriously injured, with his background as the young master of Jiuyou Palace, if he tried his best, he might not be his opponent.Therefore, when he threw this shot, he didn't intend to knock down the enemy immediately, but just hoped that it would have some delaying effect.

Unexpectedly, when the spear was thrown, "Feng Qiwu" seemed to be seriously injured, without any resistance, the spear pierced straight into his back.And his figure also staggered violently on the horse's back, and fell forward, relying on holding the rein tightly, he didn't fall on the spot.

Suspicious in his heart, Tuoba Yao rode forward, and what he saw was Lu Hongyu, who was wearing the city lord's hood, his face was splattered with blood, but he was still supporting Lu Hongyu, who sat up again in front of him!

"It's you?" Tuoba Yao frowned, "Where's Feng Qiwu?"

Lu Hongyu sneered, raised the spear in his hand, and fought forward with all his strength: "Yes, if you want to catch our city lord, you have to pass me first!"

Although his heart sank when he saw Tuoba Yao, Yan Yueque and Qi Yu, who seemed to be the most difficult to deal with, still chased to the other side after all.I don't know if Feng Qiwu can escape safely with Feng Qiwu's current situation.

But no matter what, he still has to hold Tuoba Yao here!
Even at the cost of your life.

(End of this chapter)