One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 96 I Still Have A Trick

"Kill one first?" Uwe Shanyu grinned, as if listening to a joke.

"Four against one, you still want to fight back..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yun pushed with his right palm, and the bronze long sword turned into a rainbow light, aiming straight at Li Yong on the opposite side!
Although Li Yong's state is not low, but as the king of a country, he is entangled in karma, and the backlash of luck is extremely serious. He can tell that he is seriously injured at a glance.

The rest of the venerables also knew that Li Yong could easily become a breakthrough, and they were prepared to respond immediately.

Liu Biao concentrated on protecting Li Yong's body, while Zhang Songhe covered Li Yong's soul and the red fire flying dragon. At the same time, he and the thousand-faced venerable attacked violently, exerting heavy pressure on Song Yun.

For a moment, the lightning was dazzling, and the power of divine sense turned into countless phantoms.

Song Yun stood still in front of the altar, urging the sword energy with all his strength.

He lost sight of the other, even with Xuandi Xi protecting him, he still suffered a few heavy blows and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing this scene, the messengers from all walks of life shook their heads again and again.

"If you concentrate on defense, you can hold on for a while, but now you are actually launching a fierce attack..."

The cyan sword energy continued to move forward, breaking through the bodies of several Long Wuwei, and heading straight for Li Yong bathed in blood.

Liu Biao, the Duke of Li next to him, yelled loudly, and transformed into thousands of bodies again, the shadows of the swords were connected into one piece, constantly colliding with the sword energy.

Li Yong's face was grim, "You still want to kill me? Then I will kill you first!"

As he said that, he urged the red fire flying dragon to attack Song Yun fiercely.

The next moment, he was stunned, his eyes showing confusion.

The Red Fire Flying Dragon's attack was quite successful, causing Song Yun to vomit another mouthful of blood.

But the aggressive sword energy suddenly turned its target!
Bypassing him, bypassing Zhang Songhe, rushing to kill countless figures of Li Guogong Liu Biao!
"What's the situation? He still wants to kill Wu Sheng with a sword?" Several people were a little confused, and the offensive in their hands remained unabated, but they did not go to support Liu Biao.

Martial Saints may not be as powerful as Ghost Immortals, but their combat power is much stronger.

Liu Biao also has the unique skill of fractal killing, with thousands of bodies, nowhere to find his real body, how could he be easily counter-killed when his realm is similar.

Liu Biao himself thought so too, a sneer appeared on his face just now, and then froze.

The sharp cyan sword energy suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, among countless overlapping phantoms, it precisely hit Liu Biao's body!
puff.

The sword that condensed all of Song Yun's strength pierced through the protective energy and the bright light armor, and the bronze long sword directly pierced into the flesh and blood.

Then come out through the body!

Blood splashed everywhere, Liu Biao leaned back, was lifted up by the huge impact of the bronze sword, and flew backwards from the horse.

Song Yun spat out another mouthful of blood, raised his head and laughed loudly: "How? If you say kill one person, kill one person!"

The noisy Anxi City fell silent in an instant.

Seeing this astonishing scene, more than ten thousand Tang troops behind were all shocked and lost their voices.

The martial sage who ruled the Tang Kingdom for decades, the dignified Lord Li, was beheaded by a sword like this?
Venerable Thousand Faces was the first to react, and exclaimed: "How can you lock his real body?"

Song Yun ignored him, turned his head to Wu Wei on the wall in the distance and said, "It's your turn."

Uwe was both surprised and delighted when he saw this, "Four hits and one was counter-killed, you really can't do it... such a good opportunity, how could Ben Shanyu miss it?"

Here, Uwe has no position, and only hopes that the more powerful people in the Central Plains will die, the better.

Now Song Yun was beheading a Martial Saint under the violent attack of the three, and his injuries were already serious. If he continued the beating, he would probably die.

But as long as Uwe makes a move, there are only three ghosts left on the opposite side, and one of them is also seriously injured. The possibility of winning is very high!
On the battlefield, the evil spirit of blood was soaring to the sky, and the state of ghosts and immortals was already suppressed, not to mention that this was still Song Yun's luck domain, where [-]% of his strength could not exert [-]% of his strength.

Uwe only needs to kill three ghosts first, and then kill Song Yun, to become the final winner!

Immediately, his eyes lit up, he pulled out his scimitar, and jumped off the wall.

Seeing this, Song Yun smiled and said, "Help me stabilize the field of luck!"

Uwe shouted a few times outside, and soon, the ground trembled again, and the Northern Plains cavalry began to charge!
These are light cavalry, extremely fast, lurking in the distance before, and soon rushed into Anxi.

They didn't confront the imperial army, they just scattered arrows and kept harassing.

In this way, the front of the army was contained, and although the field of luck failed to recover, it had stopped the trend of collapse.

And Uwe has teamed up with Song Yun and started besieging the three of them.

"Just this few people? A little more." Seeing that there were only [-] Beiyuan cavalry entering the city, Song Yun felt dissatisfied.

"5 people are enough, the real decisive battle is here, kill these three ghosts, and the rest will be chickens and dogs!" Uwe murderously, and glanced at the white-clothed youth who was already bleeding from all seven orifices.

"It's you, can you hold it?"

Song Yun smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed again, "I still have a trick, which can be released after a while, you can help me resist a few tricks first."

"Trick?" Uwe was a little confused, but since he chose to cooperate, he no longer hesitated, and the scimitar fell like a moon, forcing the three ghosts back.

Song Yun grabbed Li Tianyang with his left palm facing backwards, while his right palm stretched out towards the sky.

The energy was concentrated, and it began to vibrate crazily, making chi chi noises.

A thick black-red liquid sprayed out from the palm continuously, and under the vibrating energy, it turned into countless fine dew drops, and then blew away.

Soon, in Anxi City, a layer of black-red oil mist filled the air, like a large black cloud emitting a burnt smell.

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

It was still morning, but Anxi was as dark as night.

"What kind of trick are you doing?" Uwe stared at the sky, smelling the disgusting burnt smell, feeling a little bad.

"Self-created martial arts, Buddha's anger and fire lotus." Song Yun said nonsense, and suddenly stomped his feet, and a deep tunnel appeared under his feet.

He took Li Tianyang and fell straight down.

Uwe reacted quickly, turned his head and was about to drill in, but was blasted out by Song Yun's palm.

Venerable Qianmian's complexion changed drastically. As soon as he retracted the folding fan, he turned his head and flew out.

Zhang Songhe lifted Li Yong into the air as well.

Before the strong men had time to escape, a spark shot out from the tunnel under the escort of sword energy.

In the middle of the sky, the sword energy dissipated, and sparks came into contact with the diffuse black-red oil mist.

boom--

There was an explosion like heaven and earth!
After the intense flash that almost blinded the eyes, the smoke cloud enveloped the entire Anxi, and the explosion sparks appeared and disappeared in the thick smoke.

The dilapidated city wall twisted and trembled in the shock wave, and it was about to collapse. Bricks and stones continued to crack and fall off, and cracks appeared on the wall.

The earth seemed to be lifted up, and countless sand grains were blasted tens of feet high, creating a sandstorm that swept across the city in an instant.

The terrifying heat wave erupted like invisible magma, and under the scorching heat, everything in the air was distorted.

And on the ground—

It has become a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in the flames.

Countless soldiers, including men and armor, were wrapped in flames, lying on the ground and rolling, like 10,000+ live fish were fried in a frying pan, and the wailing sounds were continuous, like the howling of the wind, and the ghosts were weeping.

Hundreds of thousands of flags fell down, and the flags were blazing with flames, turning into black smoke and drifting with the wind.

In addition to Uwe Shanyu, who is physically strong, he still has the strength to stand up.

All the people on the ground, including three ghosts, 10,000+ court troops, tens of thousands of northern plains cavalry, hundreds of messengers...

All fell in this earth-shattering explosion, either dead or injured.

Light footsteps sounded.

At some point, Song Yun had already emerged from the tunnel, looking around at the tragic scene.

Tens of thousands of kills allowed him to instantly absorb a huge amount of energy and blood. While improving the realm of martial arts, it also effectively suppressed the injuries in his body.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he lifted the dizzy Li Tianyang out again.

"Continue to ascend the throne, I'll see who else is making trouble."

(End of this chapter)