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Chapter 475: Time flies
Duanmu Ling didn't finish his terrified words after all. The broken gun fell out of his hand and his headless body slowly fell to the ground.

Fang Weihan's body shook, and the emptiness and pain in his dantian and meridians eroded his spirit. He quickly grabbed a handful of pills, swallowed them in big gulps, and took the time to recover his fighting strength.

The higher the level of the cultivator, the more difficult it becomes to fight more people with fewer people at the same level. When he was at the third or fourth level, he could still fight more people with his combat skills and the dual-path characteristics of Jingtian Mingwu. But at the seventh level, these soft skills were not enough.

In this situation, the only way for him to fight against many enemies at once was to use the unreasonable killing power of the Fourteen Swords of Linyuan to kill them.

Fang Weihan did it, but the backlash from Qianshan Yiyao cannot be ignored.

His throat felt sweet and his vision went dark. He subconsciously inserted Zhao Yuan into the soil for support and only then did he manage to stop himself.

"It's really too much of a stretch..." Fang Weihan muttered to himself, "It's a pity that Wang Boguang got away."

If others heard what he said, they would probably be dumbfounded. He broke through the Bingzhou Central Army alone, killed three Seventh Turns, and forced Wang Boguang to abandon his army and flee. He was not satisfied with such a record.

A bloody wind blew by, and the soil under his feet gave off a foul smell due to the burning of star flames. Fang Weihan walked out of the big pit dug by Qianshan Yiyao, and immediately saw a team of black-armored cavalry galloping towards him, and Xiao Jin at the leader of the cavalry.

"Brother Fang, do you miss me?"

She jumped off the horse lightly and threw herself into Fang Weihan's arms like a gust of cheerful wind, and lightly kissed the side of his face with her pink lips.

Xuan Zhong's guards dispersed into a warning line, looking straight ahead, pretending not to see anything.

"I thought about it." Fang Weihan said.

"Hehe." Xiao Jin smiled sweetly and waved her little hand gently, "Bring the things over here."

Two Xuanzhongwei strongmen threw a long cloth bag from their horsebacks. Another one opened the bag and found a person inside.

His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and his elemental energy was weak. It was none other than Wang Boguang.

Fang Weihan was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that when he was worrying about whether to let the tiger go back to the mountains, Xiao Jin helped him completely solve this hidden danger.

"Don't play dead."

The telekinesis from Xiao Jin's fingertips tore directly at Wang Boguang's spiritual platform. The excruciating pain made him groan and wake up from his coma.

"Cough cough..." Wang Boguang coughed violently a few times, forced himself to open his eyes, and looked carefully at the two people in front of him.

After a long moment, he let out a wry laugh.

"I didn't expect that I would fall into the hands of the Lanling Xiao family."

Wang Boguang knew the situation, so he had no intention of escaping.

“There are so many things you didn’t expect.”

Xiao Jin had a cold expression on his face. He drew out Zhuye and cut off a piece of flesh from his thigh with one sword.

Blood was splattering everywhere, and she didn't feel the slightest sympathy as she listened to Wang Boguang's screams.

"This sword is to repay Sha Xuyi's plan to kill me."

Zhu Ye raised his sword and swung it again.

"This is to repay you for the criticism you received in the court."

"laugh!"

"This sword is for you to collude with foreign races and kill your fellow soldiers!"

Seeing that Xiao Jin was about to come again and Wang Boguang was about to faint from the pain, Fang Weihan stopped her: "Okay, Xiao Jin, don't kill him yet. I'll have to question him later."

Xiao Jin sheathed the candle, but she still had some murderous intent. When she thought of what he had done to her and Brother Fang, she wanted to torture him to death.

"You... think you have won?" Wang Boguang panted weakly, but a somewhat weird and sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Fang Weihan frowned, thought for a moment, and looked at Xiao Jin. They were both slightly stunned. They thought of the same thing.

"Huo Guang!"

As his mind raced, a strong spiritual vibration came from behind him again. In the distant horizon, the shock wave formed by the interweaving of blood and luck was three miles away. The ground cracked, dust flew, and the elite Xuanzhong cavalry also shook under the might.

"not good!"

Fang Weihan turned around suddenly, and regardless of the fact that his blood and energy had not yet recovered, he rushed towards the direction where the attack came from.

"Bring him with you. That battle is not for you to participate in. Remember to keep your distance to avoid accidental injuries."

"Yes!"

After hurriedly giving instructions, Xiao Jin followed Fang Weihan to rush for support. She felt a little uneasy. The phantom of the sacred tree in her sea of ​​consciousness issued a warning, as if announcing the danger of this trip.

On the battlefield along the way, the fighting between the Zhou army and the Bingzhou army is still going on. This battle will not end until the seven-turn monks of both sides decide the winner.

The two ran all the way until they were close to the center of the energy fluctuations. Before they were even a hundred meters away, the energy shockwaves in the air erupted again.

A figure fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings. Fang Weihan immediately recognized that it was the seriously injured Tao Yunjiang.

He was extremely anxious and jumped up, hugged her in his arms in mid-air, and then landed lightly on the ground.

Fang Weihan took a quick look and found that the blood in her meridians was running wildly and her blood was flowing backwards, but fortunately her life was not in danger.

"Is the injury serious?" Fang Weihan asked anxiously.

"Huo Guang..." Tao Yunjiang did not answer, but grabbed his arm tightly, his face pale, and his usually sweet voice a little hoarse, "His power is very strange, it can ignore blood and qi, I am no match for him..."

"Go and save Fang Tang quickly, she can't hold on for long..." As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she actually fainted.

Xiao Jin pointed his index finger at Tao Yunjiang's brow, and a huge amount of vitality was instantly transmitted into her body. In just a moment, Tao Yunjiang's face became much rosier.

Xiao Jin frowned: "There is a violent force of luck in Jiang Jiang's body. I can't solve it. I can only suppress it temporarily with my source power."

Fang Weihan noticed that there were still two of the three Qingming seventh-level masters who followed Huo Guang. They were looking at this place with murderous intent, ready to take action at any time.

"Go ahead, Brother Fang. Leave this to me."

Xiao Jin drew out Zhuye and set up a defensive spiritual formation around Tao Yunjiang, then he drew his sword and headed towards the two seventh-turn masters alone.

Fang Weihan accelerated towards the east, following the fluctuations of the aura all the way, and finally caught up with Fang Tang and Huo Guang beside the Bai River.

Gold and black turned into flowing light, constantly colliding. When the two swords intersected, the powerful fluctuations of luck would raise huge waves on the surface of the Baihe River, and the two men were evenly matched for a while.

But after observing for a moment, Fang Weihan immediately noticed something was wrong.

Although Fang Tang was suppressing Huo Guang, every time she changed direction, her body would become obviously delayed, which obviously meant that there was a serious problem with the mobilization of her spiritual power. This trend was becoming more and more obvious. If it continued like this, Fang Tang would soon be unable to hold on.

Fang Weihan knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Zhao Yuan suddenly lit up, starlight patterns surged, his figure turned into blue-purple lightning and rushed forward, the edge of the sword burned with star flames, and wherever it passed, cracks were created in time and space.

Huo Guang repelled Fang Tang with one sword, then he put away his sword and turned around, striking Zhao Yuan on the wrist with his palm. The force was so great that Zhao Yuan almost slipped out of his hand.

What a fast response!

Fang Weihan was secretly surprised, his mind raced, and he kicked sideways at his waist, but was blocked by Huo Guang with his elbow.

The blood and energy collided everywhere, and he felt the strange power of destiny begin to penetrate into his meridians.

"Prince Guangling, I have been waiting for you." Huo Guang said expressionlessly.

Fang Weihan caught Fang Tang who was knocked flying, and quickly put some distance between himself and Huo Guang.

Fang Tang was in a very bad condition at the moment. Her dragon skirt was bleeding, her face was flushed with blood, and the dragon of luck shrunk and lay on her shoulder, breathing faintly.

"Teacher, he has the luck of the previous dynasty, the Chixiao Sword..." Fang Tang gritted his teeth, used Xuan Yao to support himself, and broke free from Fang Weihan's support.

"Fang family, I have said this before." Huo Guang brushed Chi Xiao with his rough fingers, his face grim, "The so-called true dragon of destiny is just another white snake under the Chi Xiao sword."

"When people in the future talk about this day, they will inevitably write: In the past, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty killed the white snake in Mangdang, and now Huo Guang killed the tyrant emperor in Xiangyang."

Fang Tang was so angry that the tips of his eyes turned red: "Asshole... If it weren't for the Wang family of Shangyuan and the foreign tribes of Beimo disrupting the destiny of our Great Zhou, how could you, a remnant of the previous dynasty, be able to deceive people!"

Fang Weihan held her shoulders and said, "Step back first, let me do it."

He could feel that Fang Tang's internal condition was quite serious at the moment. Zhou Yun and Han Yun were colliding in her meridians. If she hadn't tried her best to suppress it, she would have exploded and died in the next moment.

There was no way he would allow Fang Tang to continue fighting with Huo Guang.

"But teacher..." Fang Tang wanted to say something else.

"Tangtang, be obedient!"

Fang Weihan's voice became more serious, and Fang Tang could not say anything.

She retreated dozens of meters without saying a word, but still stared at this side closely. Xuan Yao flashed, obviously ready to provide support at any time.

Fang Weihan tightly grasped Zhaoyuan, his blood energy and star power slowly increased, and pieces of blood armor floated and rotated like fragments of flames.

In front of him, a white-haired old man was wiping a red sword, and the ruins were filled with brilliant rays of light.

"The final battle really took place between you and me."

Huo Guang said calmly.

"Fang Weihan, you and I are both unacceptable to the world, we both have missions we want to accomplish, and we have chosen the same path."

"No, it's completely different." Fang Weihan said in a deep voice, "At least I still have a trace of conscience left."

"Conscience cannot save the people of the world, but the Chi Xiao in my hand can."

The black robe fluttered behind the old man, the roar of a red dragon gradually rose, and the long blood-red dragon howled and rushed straight into the sky.

"Roar!"

The fiery red sword energy came with the might of a dragon, and the sound was like thunder. Wherever it passed, the ground shook, the clouds broke, and ravines became as deep as abysses.

Fang Weihan rushed forward, twisting his body and catching the sword energy from the side like a python. With the help of the powerful recoil, Fang Weihan turned over and flew, the sword swung horizontally, and the purple-blue sword energy shot out as fast as a long rainbow.

Linyuan Lianzhenxing sword technique: falling rain and frost.

This move was designed for assassination, with strong penetration and extremely fast speed, making it especially difficult to block or dodge. Huo Guang was no exception, he stood there blankly, letting the blue-purple sword energy collide head-on.

"boom!"

The starlight faded away, and Huo Guang stood there unscathed. The only effect this extremely fast rain and frost had on him was to slightly mess up his clothes.

Fang Weihan's heart sank and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the thin red-gold protective shield around him.

What it is?
In an instant, the distance between the two of them quickly narrowed, reaching the point of close combat. Both of them were masters of martial arts, and after a few moves, they had already exchanged more than a dozen swords.

"Qiang!"

Fang Weihan raised his knee and hit Huo Guang's chest. At the same time, he used his forearm to take Huo Guang's palm. His blood was turbulent and his body flew back. He put away his sword in the air and flew dozens of meters away like a dead leaf, facing Huo Guang again from a distance.

"teacher!"

Fang Tang's worried voice was heard, and Fang Weihan could already feel a wave of unstable luck. It seemed that she was going to help him regardless of the cost.

"Don't come over here." Fang Weihan said in a low voice, "The collision of the two fortunes will generate a large amount of dissipated spiritual energy, and the meridians in your body simply can't bear it."

"Teacher, do you want me to just watch it?" Fang Tang said hurriedly, his voice tinged with tears.

"You should take this time to regulate your breathing and expel that strange aura. This may help me." Fang Weihan said, "Besides... I may not be unable to defeat him."

A hundred meters away, Huo Guang's face was solemn, and his old eyes were full of surprise and doubt as he looked at Fang Weihan.

Fang Tang and Tao Yunjiang lost their fighting power after just a few strikes from him, so what happened to Fang Weihan? Why did he seem to be fine after fighting for such a long time, except for the loss of a lot of energy?
"Why can he be free from the influence of the destiny of the Han Dynasty?" Huo Guang muttered to himself, "The Han blade will not kill Han people, could it be that... this Fang Weihan is a member of the royal family of our dynasty?"

If so...

He felt a chill in his heart and cursed inwardly, not daring to think about it any further.

Regardless of whether Fang Weihan is a descendant of the Han Dynasty royal family or not, he will not let him leave alive. He, Huo Guang, is the only orthodox Han in the world, and he only wants this freak who is not affected by the fate of Yanhan to die!
After Fang Weihan finished regulating his breathing and recovered half of his fighting strength, he picked up his sword and rushed forward again to fight with Huo Guang.

Although Huo Guang was not injured in the previous battle, he did not gain nothing.

Fang Weihan discovered that the strange luck power that Huo Guang had called upon was gradually decreasing. The previous dynasty had long been dead for thousands of years, and this luck that came out of thin air must not have come from all living things in the world, but from some dead things... such as the Chixiao Ancient Sword in his hand.

What on earth is this fake Chixiao Sword that can actually mobilize the fortune of the previous dynasty!

Only the royal family can mobilize luck. Even the Xuan Yao Sword, which is known as the Divine Zhou Dingding, is nothing but dead iron without Fang Tang's activation.

Then this red sky... red like blood...

Fang Weihan's pupils shrank, and a possible guess instantly emerged in his mind. "Clang!"

Zhao Yuan let out a long roar, and the star power and blood energy once again shattered the attack of the red sword.

"This Chi Xiao was forged with the essence and blood of the Han Dynasty emperor, right?" Fang Weihan suddenly asked.

Huo Guang paused and did not answer. He swung his sword again, roaring with the power of luck mixed with blood.

"I know even if you don't answer, Huo Guang." Zhao Yuan and Chi Xiao were facing each other, and Fang Weihan almost leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "It was your ancestor who killed the last emperor of the previous dynasty, so you got this Chi Xiao, right?"

"So what?" Huo Guang said coldly.

"boom!"

The blood-blasting state was activated, the Yanhan luck was burning, and Huo Guang's momentum climbed to a new height again, exceeding the peak of the seventh turn, and was actually approaching the limit of the eighth turn of Mingwu.

Mingwu reached the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, and was said to be invincible among humans under the God of War.

Zhao Yuan blocked Chi Xiao's attack, but Huo Guang's heavy fist suddenly hit his chest. Several ribs were broken, Fang Weihan spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards dragging on the ground, with the sword blade stuck in the ground, leaving a long bloody mark.

Fang Weihan laughed and said, "You, the descendant of the regicide..."

"Looking for death!" Huo Guang was furious, like a hungry wolf with its wounds torn.

Chi Xiao’s mighty light shone brightly, and he swung his sword with another blood-red thunder.

"Qiang!"

The Zhaoyuan Sword was swung out continuously, and the ochre-yellow constellations shattered. The gap in strength was too great, and even the Rock Trapped Blade could not block it.

Huo Guang punched him in the chest again. Fang Weihan only had time to quickly gather blood armor to resist, but it was like a drop in the ocean. This was a punch from a peak seventh-level expert in anger. He felt that his internal organs were shifting and shattering.

Fang Weihan spat out another mouthful of black blood. It was not just blood, but also fragments of internal organs.

"teacher!"

The girl's voice was shrill and angry, but Fang Tang didn't listen to him after all.

The dragon roared, and the golden sword energy that covered the sky was like a giant blade cast by the gods. The blade of the Xuan Yao sword expanded hundreds of times and slashed heavily on Huo Guang's back.

Huo Guang's body swayed, his face was as pale as paper, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he did not move a single step.

On the contrary, Fang Tang had almost lost all her fighting power after swinging the sword with all her strength. The dragon named Xingren transformed and grew larger, leaning against her dying side.

The weak dragon coiled its tail, wrapped its master inside, and faced the enemy stubbornly with its dull scales.

"Let me think... who else can come to save you?"

Huo Guang grabbed Fang Weihan's throat with one hand and slowly lifted him up from the ground with a ferocious look on his face.

"Tianshan Wen Zhexue is far away in the northern border, and it is out of reach. Your prime minister's fiancée is still in Lujiang and Hefei at the moment, and she is powerless."

"Gu Qing'an's daughter can't come, and that weird little girl from the Xiao family is being entangled by my people and can't take care of herself. Your emperor is right behind you. I'll kill you and then I'll kill her."

"Fang Weihan...sometimes I envy you. How come you can always rely on women to get through every crisis?"

"Without them, you are nothing."

Huo Guang smiled grimly and used his rough hands to tighten his throat.

Fang Weihan's face turned red, he found it difficult to breathe, hallucinations appeared before his eyes, and his blood slowly drained away.

"King Guangling of the Great Zhou, your luck ends here!"

The shouts and screams came and went, and in the bloody swamp of Xiangyang, the two men stood in a strange posture in the bloody storm.

Fang Weihan smiled.

"You are wrong, Huo Guang."

"laugh!"

A strange sound like the evaporation of water vapor came from below the two men. Huo Guang distractedly looked over and was horrified to find that the surface of the Chi Xiao in his hand was flashing with a strange blood light.

"What did you do!?" Huo Guang showed an expression of inexplicable horror for the first time, and he asked like crazy.

Fang Weihan slowly opened his mouth and gave him a bloody, contemptuous smile.

"Add some extra ingredients to your sword."

In the previous fight, Fang Weihan discovered that Huo Guang's luck from the previous dynasty had no effect on him. But it had a great impact on Tao Yunjiang, who was cultivating blood, and Fang Tang, who was carrying the same luck.

The star power of Linyuan Pavilion was also helpless in the face of such fortune, and the reason could only be due to factors within itself.

There were not many unknown mysteries left about him, and after eliminating them one by one, there were only a few left.

For example...his bloodline.

"Oh!"

Zhao Yuan flew back into his hands, his star power surged, and a powerful shock wave exploded. Fang Weihan used the air wave to retreat, and staggered to stand firm again.

The sword of destiny reshaped by the blood of the previous emperor has no effect on him, so why can't he use his own blood to destroy this blood sword?
He deliberately angered Huo Guang just to find a chance to stain Chi Xiao with his blood. If he hadn't revealed it, no one would have deliberately guarded against this move, and the facts proved that Fang Weihan's guess was correct.

This trick really works.

His blood merged into Chixiao, and the two bloodlines collided and canceled each other out, gradually wiping out the luck and power of the previous dynasty.

Huo Guang's greatest reliance completely disappeared.

His momentum suddenly dropped, from the beginning of the eighth turn, all the way down, to the peak of the seventh turn, the late seventh turn, the middle seventh turn...

The sword chant of Zhaoyuan resounded through the sky, starlight as bright as the sun descended from the universe, and Fang Weihan's star power grew wildly like wildfire.

He finally used his most secret skill.

[The Furious Dragon's Tail Devouring Technique is activated]

[Selected target: Linyuan Sun Star Sword Technique·Yanghuan Pofeng]

Fang Weihan raised Zhaoyuan, and starlight bonds gathered from all directions and transformed into a golden Milky Way, dazzling and bright. The soldiers within a radius of dozens of miles stopped attacking and looked up at the same time.

The brilliant universe created by starlight, the ultimate combination of human power and divine might.

"The dispute between Zhou and Han, and the fight between Fang and Wang, ends here." Fang Weihan said calmly, "Who is right and who is wrong, future generations will judge for themselves."

"Prince Guangling is still warm, and respectfully sends Huo Guang on his way."

Under the pressure of the majestic galaxy, Huo Guang looked at the scorching sun that was getting closer and closer, and a hint of relief appeared in his old eyes.

His body and the scarlet sword turned into ashes in the blazing sparks. Before he died, Fang Weihan saw him move his cracked lips:

"The future life is to be feared."

……

When Xiao Jin hurried here carrying the two heads, she only saw a huge deep pit with a diameter of one hundred meters.

Fang Weihan knelt in the middle of the deep pit, leaning on his sword, with blazing sparks burning behind him.

The girl's eyes were filled with crystal, with heartache and joy.

After going through countless hardships, they finally won. From now on, no one will question their lives, and nothing will stop them from being together.

But she wanted to cry. She felt that her brother Fang looked so tired at the moment...

With red eyes, she supported Fang Weihan's arm and injected the vast source of energy into his body as if it were free.

With the arrival of the imperial guards led by Fang Xuanmei, Huo Guang was beheaded by Fang Weihan, and the remaining Bingzhou troops fled in all directions. The outcome of the Battle of Xiangyang was decided.

Xiao Jinling flew in the air, bringing Fang Weihan all the way to the junction of Baitang River. The Great Zhou army was quietly waiting for their arrival.

The soldiers' armor was stained with blood and they looked extremely tired, but everyone still stood straight.

In front of the three armies, on the banks of the Baitang River, Wang Boguang stood alone with his disheveled hair and beard fluttering in the wind, and behind him were the Xuanzhong strongmen who were ready for battle.

When Wang Boguang heard the sound of the wind, he turned around and smiled, as if greeting an old friend:

"You came."

Fang Weihan shook his head slightly at Xiao Jin and broke free from her support.

"I thought you would endure the humiliation and wait for the opportunity."

"Gou Jian was able to sleep on firewood and eat bitter food because he was arrogant and conceited." Wang Boguang laughed, "You are not Fu Chai, and I am not Gou Jian."

"I have explained everything I can. The Uehara royal family are all smart people. They know what to do. As for me... I am also a scholar. The situation is hopeless. It is better to die quickly than to live in disgrace."

Wang Boguang looked at Fang Weihan with a smile on his face.

"I think King Guangling also needs my head?"

"you're right."

Fang Weihan pulled out the Zhaoyuan Sword with difficulty and took a deep breath.

Under the city of Xiangyang, the damp and cold river wind blew the robes of the two men, one was stained with mud turned into blood, and the other was stained with muddy blood.

"One last question." Fang Weihan said, "If the Wang family succeeds, the Fang family is destroyed, and the foreign race takes over the Central Plains, what will you do next?"

Wang Boguang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sparkling river in front of him:
"King Guangling, what do you think is the difference between my attitude towards the foreign races and Fang Qianyi's attitude towards the aristocratic families?"

"Emperor Wu colluded with the aristocratic families to destroy the Han Dynasty, and I joined forces with the foreign races to destroy the Divine Zhou Dynasty. The world is changing, the law of nature is cyclical, and there is nothing new under the sun."

"Looking back, I didn't do anything wrong." Wang Boguang said calmly, "The only mistake I made was that I gave up on killing you that day in Huanhua Tower."

Fang Weihan said nothing.

"Go ahead, King Guangling, you win."

A cold light flashed, blood splattered, his head rolled, and his body fell down weakly.

Fang Weihan put Zhao Yuan down, slowly sat down by the river, facing the river in front of him, silent.

In a trance, he heard Fang Tang's voice: "The bandit leader is dead, the Shangyuan Wang family is destroyed, soldiers, we have won!"

"Long live His Majesty! Long live the Great Zhou!"

The three armies cheered, and tears of excitement welled up in everyone's eyes. The war was over, and they could finally be reunited with their families. Peace was coming, and they had been waiting for this day for too long.

"Brother Fang!"

Xiao Jin supported Tao Yunjiang and walked forward. Both girls looked a little weak at the moment.

"You don't look happy. Are you worried about something?" Xiao Jin asked cautiously.

Tao Yunjiang: "Good disciple..."

Fang Weihan's eyes were blank, and the girl's parting words were still echoing in his ears.

"Why are you acting like we're parting forever? Let me confirm again, you'll come back, right? I trust you, but that doesn't mean I'll allow this to happen. You'd better not do some sad drama like you're secretly going to die without telling me."

"Of course not. How could that be possible?"

"you swear."

"Okay, okay... I swear to the Heaven in the name of Liu Feng Fu Yun that I will return to Fang Weihan's side before the war is over."

"I'm leaving now, take care."

The war was over, but Yun Shu broke her promise. She lied to herself again, once again.

Fang Weihan slowly clenched his fists, and a sweet feeling came from his throat.

"It's okay, I just feel a little..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt dizzy and his vision went black.

The last thing he heard was the anxious calls of Xiao Jin and Tao Yunjiang. After that, he knew nothing.

(End of this chapter)