book of troubled times

Chapter 777 War on all sides

Holding the piano and saying that the wind is hidden is actually just exporting.

In fact, Feng Yin at this time is no longer the mummy he was when he first met Zhao Changhe... Although his face is still thin, it is already the flesh and blood of a normal person. To be honest, he still has a bit of the slender appearance of an immortal. , not ugly at all.

The change in appearance means the degree of their recovery. The more full they look like normal people, the more complete their recovery is and the closer they are to their peak strength.

His recovery was relatively poor earlier. At that time, Zhao Changhe had not yet broken the barrier. He relied on the power of Dragon Bird and Xinghe's artifacts, plus intimidation, to scare him away.

When he played against Suzaku in Northern Shanxi, he had recovered well and was almost at the mid-level level. However, he was defeated miserably by Suzaku, who had just entered the imperial realm at that time.

Now that he was injured by Suzaku, he was still at this level. He was also facing Tang Wanzhuang, who had just entered the imperial realm.

There are no more than three things.

Feng Yin didn't believe that everyone on the other side had the ability to leapfrog, so he wouldn't be scared away again. Seeing that Tang Wanzhuang seemed to be playing with music and attack, she even took the initiative to abandon her harp and sword and come to fight in close combat... Feng Yin even felt that if I still can't beat you, I can really dig a hole and bury myself in it.

As a result, the longer Feng Yin fought with Tang Wanzhuang, the more doubtful Feng Yin became about life.

The wind is the most erratic and elusive, and it has always given the enemy a headache in close combat. But now he found that this woman was more elusive than himself.

The sword light is continuous like water, layered on top of each other, and it looks beautiful. However, none of the sword light that he saw was real. The damage was somehow coming from a place that shouldn't exist at all. It was everywhere and never stopped.

This is not just a deception of vision. At their level, they no longer fully see vision, but even their perception seems to have been severely interfered with and deceived. This was originally what Feng Yin was best at, but in front of the opponent, it was like suppression at the legal level. All his offensives were eliminated in the continuous spring water, and an inadvertent splash of water could leave him riddled with holes.

what is this?

Feng Yin could not even break the opponent's foundation for a while.

The existence of light is something that people in the world are too accustomed to.

Compared with the existence of wind, this is almost a kind of comprehensive transcendence and suppression in terms of laws, and it is not an opponent of the same level.

"Whoosh!" Feng Yin's skinny hand passed through Tang Wanzhuang's belly.

However, it was a void, and Tang Wanzhuang did not exist at all. The sword light appeared from nowhere and had already been slashed towards his throat.

Yes, Feng Yin appeared from nowhere. After fighting for so many times, Feng Yin couldn't find where the other person was. Just like a traveler who is hesitantly walking in the vast desert and sees an oasis, but when he actually goes in that direction, he can't reach the place no matter how hard he walks, and everything he sees and knows is false.

Mirage.

Feng Yin quickly avoided the wave of throat cuts, feeling frightened in his heart.

Fortunately, his methods are also very capable of entanglement. Tang Wanzhuang's practice is slightly weaker than his, but it is true that he cannot win quickly. However, the more Feng Yin fought, the more confused he became. He had no idea where the opponent was or where the attack came from. He just relied on his own training and speed to hold him back. How could he fight like this?

Looking down, the Shannan army and horses below were hiding out of the range of the artillery with frightened faces. At least they did not flee directly. Everyone was eagerly waiting to see the outcome of the aerial battle, hoping that their own demon god would be able to determine the outcome for everyone.

Feng Yin had a headache.

It's not like I didn't plan that the opponent would have Yujing to defend here, but Yanmen didn't have many soldiers. Generally speaking, as long as I hold Yujing down and the army below pounces on me, the opponent can only watch Yanmen being broken. .

What now? Our own side did not dare to attack the city at all and hid far away, but Tang Wanzhuang was very leisurely. He hid in the city and had a house and food. How long do you want to wait outside the city with your army?

This battle seems unwinnable.

As Feng Yin thought this, the fighting spirit in his heart became weaker and weaker, and he began to want to retreat.

A smile appeared in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes, knowing that this man was accustomed to come and go as the wind brought him. He was the weakest among the known demons in terms of determination and blood. He was able to be scared away by Zhao Changhe at the beginning, but now he is about the same.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

"Whoa!" The spring water sword light converged and turned into a rainbow, heading straight for Feng Yin's location.

With such a concentrated blow, it is difficult to hide the power, and the energy pull can naturally be known by opponents of Feng Yin's level.

Feng Yin instinctively blasted out a violent whirlwind, enveloping Tang Wanzhuang's human-sword-integrated figure.

This was the first head-to-head confrontation between the two sides. Originally, Feng Yin should have been overjoyed and suppressed by relying on his higher level of cultivation.

However, the fact is that Fengyin hesitated.

He was suspicious and thought that Tang Wanzhuang should not leak his aura so easily and give up his legal advantage so easily. This was unreasonable.

Looking at the violent blow, in fact at least half of his energy was used to frantically sense the surrounding light and shadow, and half of his strength was used to respond to attacks from other places at any time.

The outcome is obvious.

"Choke!" The sword light easily penetrated the seemingly violent whirlwind. The sword light surged in the wind and penetrated Feng Yin's chest.

It's actually a real sword, nothing else! Feng Yin, who misjudged, let out a scream of pain. The next moment, a strong wind swept through, and the strong wind pressure forced Tang Wanzhuang to retreat several feet. Under the gaze of everyone inside and outside the city, Feng Yin took advantage of Tang Wanzhuang's retreat, turned around, and ran away without a trace in an instant.

The soldiers and horses inside and outside the city all opened their mouths.

All the troops and horses in southern Shanxi were stunned.

They couldn't understand the battle situation, they just watched and found that their demon god failed in a head-on collision with the opponent, and inexplicably, the straight sword light penetrated directly into the chest.

Then it seemed that he relied on his extremely fast movement to avoid the vital point and disappeared in an instant.

This is the ancient demon god! Even when he was defeated at the hands of Suzaku in northern Shanxi, it was said that the two sides fought over two or three sticks of incense, leaving the surroundings of the Qiao family in ruins, and were ultimately defeated. How could such a defeat be so quick and so inexplicable?

Is this the devil? You appeared in this world and ran away three times in three known battles. You didn't even fight for a few rounds. Is your wind used to escape?

Tang Wanzhuang suppressed the blood that was about to pour out of her throat and said softly: "Those who surrender will not be killed."

People looked up at her figure slowly floating down the city, looking like a dream under the early morning light.

"Miss!" Tang Wanzhuang stumbled as soon as she landed at the top of the city. She hugged Qin and quickly supported her: "Are you injured?"

"Well, if you want a quick decision, you have to fight hard." Tang Wanzhuang's expression did not change, she sat down and whispered: "I will continue to play the piano, don't reveal my secret."

The sound of the piano was gentle, without the sound attack that could withstand the wind pressure before. It was as gentle as the wind, reaching everyone's ears far outside the city.

Then there was a slight ripple in my heart.

Everyone saw the gray-haired mother at home and the peaceful countryside, with lush green fields, children running on the field ridges, and laughter flying in the blue sky with kites.

In front are the fortified city artillery and the goddess who has been powerful in the world for more than ten years.

That is an unwinnable war and an unreasonable war.

Why do you want to rebel against the leader of the Tang Dynasty?

Why should everyone be plunged into war because of some people's selfish desires?

Yanmen City is empty, for what reason? General Huangfu is leading his troops to attack the Hulu in the north. What are we doing? It will remain infamy for thousands of years.

The value of sound attack has never been physical, but spiritual.

Tang Wanzhuang, who had been trapped by injuries for many years, finally showed the meaning of her lifelong practice on the battlefield.

"Those who surrender will not be killed." The voice echoed in the heart, and finally someone slowly dropped their weapons.

The sound of "dang" is like a morning bell and evening drum that beats in everyone's heart. Like toppling dominoes, the sound of more and more weapons falling to the ground resounded throughout the plains outside the city. Even the opponent's general abandoned his sword on the ground and knelt on one knee in front of the battle.

An army of 20,000 to 30,000 people abandoned their weapons and surrendered in front of only one-tenth of their number of defenders.

"Miss..." Baoqin whispered and asked, "What about now?"

Tang Wanzhuang secretly took an elixir and whispered: "Go and surrender... and then directly use them to stabilize northern Shanxi... The Suzaku method before was of no use. We have to go through the system."

"Then...you...oh why did you get so hurt again? It's really..."

Tang Wanzhuang: "I'm not here to seduce men."

"...I didn't say that."

"Can I not know what you are thinking? You even want to ask if my quick decision here is to help you go north."

Baoqin: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Whether I'm injured or not, I can't leave the fortress or go anywhere else. The capital is not far from here, and I have time to come and go for support. If I go far away, I'm afraid the capital will be too empty... What's going on now? We don’t have a precise number of how many ancient demon gods have been revived, and it will be very troublesome if a new unknown demon god emerges.”

Yes, the empty city plan is not here. No one in the capital thought that Tang Wanzhuang would dare to leave the capital at this time. The most powerful person in the capital is Her Majesty the Queen herself. The triple secret treasure that she just broke through... was regarded as a Dinghai magic needle in previous years, but it is insufficient today.

Fortunately, this battle ended quickly, and the injury was normal. It was nothing serious and he could still support himself. Tang Wanzhuang stood up, looked at the vastness in the north, pursed her lips slightly, and whispered to herself: "Feng Yin's appearance here means that Li Boping is indeed cooperating with the Hu people... So at this moment, the flames of war are ignited. It may not be the only place here. I need to maintain mobile support and see if I should rush to other places. The battle beyond the wall... he can only rely on himself."

Baoqin sniffed, her expression almost made her cry: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My mind was not in my mind... even I always thought about stacking two people together, but in the end it was me who took the initiative..."

"Why don't you take the initiative to talk to me..."

"Hey, is this what the yellow flower girl said?"

Baoqin sniffed and became silent.

Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "Besides, this is for your own good. Your body is intact. If he doesn't come back, you are still a young girl and it will not affect your marriage."

"If he doesn't come back, will you live alone?"

"will not."

"Neither can I! Old woman, take care of yourself!"

Bao Qin said angrily and left the city to accept the surrender. Tang Wanzhuang helplessly looked at her maid who was getting smaller and smaller, and sighed softly.

In fact, she was more confident in Zhao Changhe, but less confident in the battle situation of other ministries.

For example, in Hangu at the moment... Even though Cui Wenjing of the veteran Tianbang is in charge, and although Yang Jingxiu and others are "reclusive", they may not be able to resist if they are really invaded. He may have broken through the three secrets after so long... See It's pretty reliable up there. However, similar to the situation of Xia Chichi in the capital, Cui Wenjing has not been able to break the imperial list so far... It is said to be a heavenly list, but in this world of gods and demons, I really don't know if it is enough.

…………

In fact, Hangu is not fighting at the moment.

It was Li Boping himself who led the army to the east, and Cui Wenjing had many troops stationed here. They were mobilized from Jiangnan and Jianghuai to garrison. They were not acclimatized to the acclimatization of the fortress, so assisting in the defense of Hangu was not a problem. Too big. Tang Buqi and Wan Dongliu are all here, plus Cui Yuanyang, plus the Yang family, they are truly a strong force.

If both sides have no control, then this is the closest to a normal large-scale war in history, and it is impossible to resolve it quickly.

But Li Boping did not want to accompany Cui Wenjing to a stalemate.

No matter what the outcome of the Battle of Saibei is. If Zhao Changhe wins and returns to the army, Guanlong will definitely be destroyed; if the Hu people win and go south, he can only be a dog. Neither serves his interests.

The only thing that was in his interest was that while the decisive battle was going on in Saibei and the outcome could not be determined in a short period of time, he had already taken advantage of the situation and led his troops to attack the Central Plains and gather momentum. By then, no matter whether the Han people return or the barbarians go south, there will be nothing they can do against him.

But if you want to quickly break through Hangu Pass, you must have the gods and demons to control the realm. Otherwise, war alone is a dream, and it will not be so easy to fight.

However, even the gods and demons who controlled the realm found that it did not seem to have the desired effect.

Huang Xiang's withered face turned red while he was in the military camp, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Li Boping was shocked: "Why was sir injured?"

"Qinghe Sword..." The cold eyes of a round-faced girl at that moment flashed through Huangshang's heart, and he was still frightened.

I really didn't expect that the other party's Dinghai Shenzhen was not Cui Wenjing at all, but his young daughter who had just grown up and got married, or to put it simply, the full-blooded version of Qinghe Sword!

The four swords of mountains and rivers stabilize this world.

This is the divine sword that Piaomiao created back then specifically to suppress his desolate and destructive gang, which represents the demon god of destruction, Tianke!

Not only that, the little girl's practice is also a bit strange.

On the surface, it seemed that she had just barely managed to break through the second level of secrets, but for some reason, Huangsang's magic seemed to hit a wall, almost knocking her out of her wits.

Is it the protection that the Qinghe Sword gives its owner? Why doesn’t it feel too much like...

"General Li, don't worry, I'll try again." Huangshang adjusted his breath slightly and tried again.

This time, instead of entering the military camp, I tried to recruit ordinary sergeants on the periphery.

Desolation represents desolation and withering. He could have caused the opponent's army to decay and become powerless, turning thousands of miles of fertile soil into wasteland. The more this happened, the higher his cultivation would be. This was his way. When he faced Zhao Changhe in Qinghe, he could not be shaken by Zhao Changhe's extremely strong Qi and blood cultivation and the assistance of the sword. This is because Zhao Changhe specializes in Qi and blood and exercises his body to be strong, so it is understandable that he can withstand it.

But this time... it's like a drop of ink trying to stain a piece of white paper, but it seems to be successful and effective. The viewing angle can be stretched, and the white paper is like an endless river. A drop of ink is not even a pore on it, and you can't even see where it is. I tried my best to spread it, but all I could do was despair.

A drop in the bucket is not so shameful. It can be regarded as a small insect and thousands of miles of mountains.

A pair of cold eyes appeared in front of him again.

"Piaomiao!" Huangshang yelled at the top of his lungs. His whole body bounced "bang" in the tent, sweating profusely, as if he had a nightmare.

Li Boping and others looked at each other in shock, completely unaware of what was happening.

Huangshang breathed heavily and said hastily: "This battle cannot be fought unless the Lord personally takes action... If it is really her, there is no way anyone in the world can be her opponent except Ye Emperor and Lord!"

Lord...

The desolate lord refers to Jiuyou.

Jiuyou subdued all these demon gods who represented the messy things and also subdued some people like Feng Yin who only wanted the Book of Heaven, so this group of people came to help Li Boping.

"Did you see it clearly?" Jiuyou's voice came from the void: "Are you sure it's Piaomiao?"

Huangshang gasped and said: "No, I'm not too sure. If it's really ethereal, I shouldn't be able to come back. It's more likely that it's the image of the Qinghe Sword... But, I can't break the protection of the Qinghe Sword."

"Actually...if it's really misty, that's a good thing..." Jiuyou chuckled and whispered: "It's best."

Following the words, Jiuyou flicked his fingers: "If it's just the Qinghe Sword, then I can make it temporarily ineffective."

Over there, Cui Yuanyang was attending a military meeting in the military camp. Cui Wenjing suddenly felt something: "Yangyang, what happened to you just now?"

Cui Yuanyang scratched his head: "It felt like a fly was biting me, and I slapped him."

Generals: "..."

While he was speaking, Cui Yuanyang's expression changed slightly: "Qinghe? Qinghe?"

Cui Wenjing stood up suddenly: "What?"

"I don't know, Qinghe seems to have suddenly fallen asleep again..." Cui Yuanyang said anxiously: "This shouldn't be the case!"

"But for a short period of silence, a sword is just a sword after all." A shadow of a woman in black suddenly appeared in the military tent, looking up and down Cui Yuanyang with great interest: "Tsk, it seems like..."

If Zhao Changhe were here, he would know that the Jiuyou seen in Chang'an is not half as expressive as what is shown here.

This is the complete body of Jiuyou, descending from outside Kunlun.

Cui Yuanyang's face turned pale and he said loudly: "Who are you!"

Jiuyou smiled and said: "I am your good sister..."

Cui Wenjing suddenly interrupted: "This is Miss Li's family. It is said that she is pursuing King Zhao and is crying to be accepted as a concubine."

Jiuyou: "?"

Cui Yuanyang's frightened pale face suddenly changed. He put his hands on his hips and pointed: "You vixen, you are shameless! The Li family has been a prince for many generations, and I would rather have no shame!"

Jiuyou was too lazy to argue with the little girl, and this was not how he wanted to mess with his backyard... She waved leisurely and said: "Yes, yes, the young lady Ming Media is marrying, come back with me and see how much he values ​​you. .”

Following the words, Cui Yuanyang suddenly felt as if he was being picked up by an invisible hand and levitated involuntarily.

But the next moment it was quick and easy, and the invisible force was offset by someone unknown.

Looking up, I saw that the Jiuyou shadow floating in the void had ascended to the sky: "You finally took action, my good sister."

Cui Yuanyang seemed to see a face that was very similar to Jiuyou's, looming in the void with his eyes lightly closed and silent.

Cui Yuanyang's heart suddenly jumped.

Why...didn't you even feel this...very unhappy and wanting to hit Jiuyou?

(End of this chapter)