I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 91 Face to face with the tauren

Wang Jing smashed the black iron sword with one sword and looked at Hua Xiong indifferently: "What a pity! With your ability, if you had a precious sword in your hand, you could at least take three of my swords."

In terms of martial arts skills, Wang Jing and Hua Xiong are on par with each other.

However, the gap between the two sides in Qi refining, spirit refining, weapons and weapon spirits was too big, so his overall strength was completely crushed by Wang Jing, and he couldn't even take a single sword.

Hua Xiong knelt on one knee, his clothes and armor were torn, his knuckles were cracked, and his entire body was covered with scars.

The originally brave and ferocious face was now covered with several hideous wounds caused by the fragments of the black iron sword, and the blood was flowing non-stop.

However, these injuries were nothing compared to the pain he felt inside.

He actually lost!

And the defeat was speechless!

The man in front of her was younger than she was, yet stronger than she was, so strong that it was beyond her imagination.

Just when everyone was shocked to their trance, Niu Fu finally arrived with his elite troops. There were only 1,200 of them, but each of them was strong and mighty. They strode forward with strong bows in their hands. Their heavy footsteps made the earth shake.

Dong Zhuo was relieved when he saw his troops arrive. He pointed at Wang Jing and shouted, "Shoot! Shoot this beast to death!"

The son-in-law Niu Fu was stunned and reminded: "Grandmaster, Hua Xiong is still in the battle. Should we rescue him first?"

At this moment, Dong Zhuo only wanted to shoot Wang Jing to death with arrows. He didn't care about anything else. He shouted angrily: "I said, shoot!"

Niu Fu was also a ruthless man. He gritted his teeth and ordered his men to draw their bows and arrows, and shot thousands of arrows at Wang Jing.

In the darkness, one could hear the sound of bowstrings vibrating and arrows flying towards Wang Jing like locusts. Even the unlucky Hua Xiong was covered by the endless rain of arrows and had no way to escape.

"Die!"

Dong Zhuo's eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and the veins on his hand holding the Hongming Knife were exposed and his muscles were knotted. He was in a hysterical state.

However, Wang Jing stood still with his hands behind his back, allowing the rain of arrows to fall on him without swinging his sword to block.

The Xiliang army was puzzled: "Does this mean they know they will die, so they won't resist?"

But what shocked them again was that under round after round of arrow rain, the soldiers of the Xiliang Army had red and swollen fingers and their right arms were weak. However, Wang Jing's lonely and proud figure still stood firm, as majestic as a mountain.

On the contrary, Hua Xiong, who was wearing the Iron Rhinoceros and Pan Niu armor, was pierced like a hedgehog and fell to the side, his life or death unknown.

Dong Zhuo and Niu Fu showed expressions of disbelief and horror: "Golden Armor Yuan Gong, Xuanyang Golden Bone!"

The arrows used by the Xiliang army were heavy armor-piercing arrows. They could penetrate even double layers of iron armor within fifty steps. However, Wang Jing was unharmed at this moment!

The rain of arrows were all blocked by a golden light curtain on Wang Jing's body. The protective air shield, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was indestructible at this moment. Even the heavy arrows that could penetrate the armor could hardly penetrate an inch.

In order to upgrade the "Golden Armor Yuan Gong" to the fourth level, the Hundred Forging Realm of Xuanyang Golden Bone, Wang Jing spent a full 60 million coins, of which 20 million coins were spent on the third level of Tianyun Silver Bone.

It was precisely because of this life-saving trump card that Wang Jing dared to return to Luoyang alone. He was confident enough that even if he encountered an opponent that he was unable to defeat, he would just run away.

Possessing the two life-saving skills, "Six Wings Riding the Wind" and "Golden Armor Yuan Gong", he can run and carry anything. As long as Wang Jing is determined to run away, there are few people in the world who can kill him.

As a magical skill that requires krypton gold to practice, "Golden Armor Yuan Gong" is expensive, but worth it.

Today, he broke into the palace alone, and ordinary long-range attack methods were useless against Wang Jing.

With the help of the Golden Armor Yuan Gong, the protective ability of the gilded tiger-patterned armor is enhanced. The armor plates fit together tightly, and the precious light is bright. The layers cover the whole body like dragon scales, with almost no dead corners. The absolute defense constructed makes Wang Jing almost indestructible, it is like a mobile fortress!

At this moment, Wang Jing's eyes were cold and his expression was stern.

"Dong Zhuo, you have killed the people and committed heinous crimes. Today I will kill you to appease the public anger. Even the king of heaven cannot save you. I say!"

Wang Jing, wearing pure gold armor and holding a magical weapon of ritual, rushed towards Dong Zhuo against the tide of enemy soldiers.

At this moment, Dong Zhuo felt a strong sense of danger approaching him, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop him!"

The Xiliang soldiers were indeed elite troops who had long been fighting with the Western Qiang on the border. They abandoned their bows and took up spears, forming a tight military formation in an attempt to stop Wang Jing.

"You guys think you can stop me!"

Wang Jing ran at full speed, violent power gushing out from under his feet. Every step he took shattered the stone slabs and shook the earth. Then he leaped up and swung the Chunjun sword in his hand with all his strength.

The long sword split the sky, the divine fire burned the world, and amid the whistling sound, the Xiliang army seemed to see endless destruction and death coming towards them.

Before the overwhelming sword was swung, the Xiliang army was already shaken!

How can mortals stop the footsteps of gods?
At this moment, Wang Jing almost transformed into the Overlord Xiang Yu, coming with an invincible and powerful posture and imposing pressure!

One sword!
It is dazzling and stunning, illuminating the universe, and is irresistible.

The power of the divine fire surged out, so sharp that it actually split the ground in front of it.

With a loud bang, the army formation was cut in half.

Wang Jing also felt that a lot of the strength in his body had been reduced. After that stunning sword strike just now, he could still strike out five more times.

But the power was naturally great as the consumption was great. With one sword, hundreds of Xiliang soldiers were killed in the battle. Their bodies were burned to ashes, and even the surrounding air was scorched.

The sword blade transformed from the divine fire left a charred sword mark tens of meters long on the ground, as if telling the horror of the previous attack.

Such force cannot be resisted by just a few people.

After the shock, the entire army collapsed. The soldiers of the Xiliang Army threw away their armor and weapons and fled in all directions, not daring to stop Wang Jing at all.

"Dong Zhuo!"

Wang Jing pointed his sword diagonally at the ground and walked towards Dong Zhuo step by step.

"Dong Zhuo, today is the day you die."

Wang Jing climbed up the white jade steps, walking like a dragon and a tiger, stepping over the corpses on the ground, and finally arrived in front of Dong Zhuo.

At this moment, Dong Zhuo looked around and found that there was no one around him.

Wang Jing's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his tone was even colder: "You are already alone, your subordinates, your soldiers, have all left you, which shows how unpopular you, Dong Zhongying, are."

Dong Zhuo was tyrannical and had an unpredictable temper. Even Lu Bu, who regarded him as a father and protected him closely, was often beaten and scolded, and even abandoned without hesitation. How could his other subordinates truly submit to him?
Once a disaster strikes, they will immediately abandon him and go their separate ways.

Dong Zhuo looked panicked, but still refused to admit his defeat: "Nonsense! I am the Grand Master of the current dynasty, the highest position among the ministers. In the future, I will be crowned a king and an emperor. How could I fail here? How could I be defeated by you!"

Unable to escape, Dong Zhuo endured his injuries and drew his sword to fight to the death.

"A person like you is worthy of being called an emperor? Ridiculous!"

Wang Jing thrust out his sword, like a white ape striking the moon; the sword’s moves were swift and sharp, and the sword’s intent was lofty and ethereal. He had mastered the essence of the swordsmanship in “White Ape Swordsmanship”.

"What do you know!"

Dong Zhuo angrily slashed with his sword, like a tiger roaring across a thousand rivers. The force of the sword was mighty and domineering, and the intent of the sword was brutal and savage. A red blood river appeared out of thin air behind him, reaching straight to the sky. The resentful souls in it roared and wailed, and the outstretched ghost hands seemed to want to travel through time and space, dragging Wang Jing into the endless blood river.

The bloody light from the sword illuminated his entire body. Wang Jing felt deeply the horror of it and dared not be careless. He immediately changed the sword's momentum and changed his tactics.

In an instant, I saw thunder rolling in, with great force and magnificent scene.

Wherever the divine thunder went, the resentful souls melted like winter snow, instantly vaporizing and disappearing.

Divine Feather Sword Scripture!

Divine thunder shakes the world!

The extremely strong and masculine thunder cleanses the world, and wherever it passes, all evils are driven away and all demons are destroyed.

Dang~
As the swords clashed, Wang Jing's strength was weakened by three points, and he was blown ten feet away by an extremely powerful force. After landing, he stared at the knife in Dong Zhuo's hand: "What's going on with this strange feeling?" Dong Zhuo covered the wound, and blood gushed out from his fingertips.

It turned out that the sword strike just now made him feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, his eyes were filled with anger and fear: "Marquis Qi, why don't we keep our distance? Why do you have to fight me to the death? You must know that outside Hulao Pass, the coalition forces of the princes are ambitious. If I die, you will not get any benefit at all!"

Wang Jing sneered and swung his sword, leaping up and leaping over the stream with a move like a flying monkey. He fiercely slashed at Dong Zhuo with the pure sword in his hand: "I am killing you today, not for the sake of profit!"

Dang~
Dong Zhuo blocked with his sword, and the wound on his body opened again, and blood gushed out.

Although he won the battle with Wang Yue, how could he easily withstand the power of the "Heavenly Sword"?

The sword energy on the wound blended with yin and yang and circulated endlessly. Even with the help of the Immortal Yuan Gong, it could not heal quickly, so the body continued to lose blood.

In this state, Dong Zhuo really didn't want to fight Wang Jing to death: "Then why do you want to fight with me to the death? You must know that if my son Fengxian arrives, the army will surround you. Even with your cultivation level, you will be doomed!"

"Don't count on Lu Bu, he won't come."

Wang Jing's movements were graceful, and he brought the characteristics of the "White Ape Swordsmanship" to the fullest. His body was like flying catkins, graceful and agile, and he jumped and leaped left and right, and his sword moves were erratic and unpredictable.

For a while, Dong Zhuo was overwhelmed and unable to resist.

The wounds on his body were bleeding profusely, but Wang Jing kept pestering him. Dong Zhuo was furious and used all his strength to perform his unique sword skills: "You are so stubborn, do you really think I can't kill you?"

Blood River Journey!
Tiger evil golden knife!

The evil spirit turned into a ferocious tiger, roaring to the sky. The blade of the Hongming sword in his hand kept vibrating. The Gengjin energy in the sky gathered together and he chopped it out with one blow, cutting the river and stopping the flow!
"Die!"

The deadly golden knife came rushing towards him, and the blood-stained shadows in the sky revealed an ominous sign, as if hell had come to the world and thousands of ghosts were slaughtering the world.

Faced with such a brutal and brutal knife, Wang Jing did not retreat but advanced. Although the Chunjun sword in his hand was suppressed, the power of etiquette represented the order of the world and the foundation of civilization.

"Although your sword intent is strong and can defeat the righteous with the unrighteous, you are courting your own destruction!"

Wang Jing activated the White Ape Sword Evil on his body, and the Chunjun Sword in his hand faintly echoed with the two swords of Juque and Haocao, and also resonated with the eight swords of Yanri, Duanshui, Zhuanpo, Xuanjian, Jingwei, Miehun, Quexie and Zhengang. With the help of the power of the White Ape Sword Formation, he used the "Shenyu Sword Sutra"!
Not only that, Wang Jing also divided his attention into two tasks, activating his retribution body and emitting the "Phoenix Feather Immortal Sound" with his divine consciousness to increase his own combat power.

With so many layers of power added together, the power of this sword is unprecedented!

"Dong Zhuo, take my sword!"

Divine Feather Sword Scripture!

Divine light at sunset!

When this move is used, the sword light illuminates the universe like the setting sun, and all demons and evil spirits are destroyed.

Dang~
The moment the sword energy collided with the knife energy, sparks flew, energy surged, and a loud sound wave like a huge bell was created, resounding throughout the sky above the capital.

Both Wang Jing and Dong Zhuo were knocked back by this overwhelming force, with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that they both suffered serious internal injuries.

The wounds on Dong Zhuo's body disappeared again, even revealing his red and black martial bones. Just when he wanted to force his soldiers to launch a counterattack despite his injuries, the Hongming Sword in his hand suddenly became unstable.

buzz~
The Hongming Sword was as intelligent as a newborn baby. It was now becoming restless and even wanted to fly out of the hand and look for another master.

The direction in which the blade was moving was actually Wang Jing.

"It's you!?"

Dong Zhuo was horrified and then shouted angrily: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Why is it you! Why is it you!"

The peerless magic weapon that he had worked so hard to sharpen now had to look for another wise master, and this wise master was his mortal enemy. Not to mention the cruel Dong Zhuo, even a person with a good temper would probably not be able to accept it.

Wang Jing also felt it again at this time: "Is this knife calling me?"

Wang Jing had already noticed the magic weapon in Dong Zhuo's hand. After all, not every weapon in the world could suppress the Chunjun Sword, one of the ten famous swords.

What kind of face-to-face Minotaur plot is this?

Wang Jing was confused, but he was unforgiving: "Dong Zhuo, you have done evil things. Now even the magic weapons in your hands are rejecting you! You live such a shameful life. I think you should just draw your sword and kill yourself!"

"Shut up!"

Dong Zhuo suppressed his injuries, attacked angrily, and slashed at Wang Jing with a knife.

However, he had lost his mind and his moves were out of control and order, so Wang Jing easily avoided the sword's attack by lightly tapping his toes.

An enemy who has lost his mind is often the easiest to deal with.

Wang Jing continued to provoke: "Even your knife doesn't recognize you, which shows how much you hate people and dogs..."

"shut up!"

Dong Zhuo was so angry that his wounds burst open, and the breath in his body became disordered and chaotic. It was obvious that the injuries caused by Wang Yue's sword energy were getting worse, and had penetrated into his internal organs through the skin, disturbing the flow of Yuan Qi in his body.

After swinging his sword again, Dong Zhuo could no longer suppress his injuries and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"good chance!"

Wang Jing suddenly rushed forward, knocked the Hongming Knife out of Dong Zhuo's hand with his sword, and then kicked him to the ground.

"what!"

"Dong Zhuo, your death is coming!"

Wang Jing shouted loudly, and the Hongming Sword on the ground trembled slightly, then flew straight into Wang Jing's hand, like a young swallow returning to its nest, leaping and chirping with joy.

"What a great knife!"

Wang Jing held the Hongming Sword in his hand, and immediately felt a will symbolizing destruction and devastation from the sword. He immediately understood that this was a magical weapon that existed only to cut off order.

Dong Zhuo was stepped on by Wang Jing, but he still struggled madly, trying to reach out and take back the Hongming Sword: "No! It's mine! It's mine!"

Sensing the fiery sword intent in the blade, Wang Jing instantly understood: "So this is a peerless divine weapon that was forged from the same furnace as the Xuanyuan Sword. No wonder it has such a strong destructive power."

In ancient mythology, even Emperor Huangdi believed that this was a demon sword and an evil weapon, and that Hongming symbolized bad luck.

However, Wang Jing did not think so: "Destruction and destruction are not necessarily evil. As the saying goes, there is no construction without destruction. I want to break the shackles of the old order now, and I need a peerless magic weapon that can kill dragons and snakes in the world. This sword is indeed destined to be with me. No wonder he chose me instead of Dong Zhuo."

Dong Zhuo's so-called lawlessness was nothing more than deposing and enthroning emperors at will.

What he represents is pure destruction.

But if we cannot establish a new order after destroying the old order, we will just be following the old path taken by our predecessors. How can this be considered destruction?
It's nothing more than changing the flag on the city wall!

Dong Zhuo's ultimate wish was to become emperor himself.

However, Wang Jing’s goal is to establish a completely new order, where there is no leader and the world is prosperous. This is the real way to change the world and sever the real dragon!
It was precisely because of this will that the Hongming Sword was discarded like a worn-out shoe by its former master Dong Zhuo.

Wang Jing gently stroked the Hongming Sword, and then dragged Dong Zhuo, a fat man weighing more than 300 pounds, out of the hall like a dead dog, and stopped next to the giant tripod. It was obvious that he was determined to smash him to death.

If we just behead him, it would be too easy for this scum.

Wang Jing raised the huge bronze tripod with one hand and sneered at Dong Zhuo: "Grandmaster, do you have any last words to leave behind?"

Dong Zhuo cried out in fear: "No, I am the Grand Master of the dynasty, you can't kill me!"

Wang Jing heard this, his eyes were full of anger: "Since you took over Luoyang, how many innocent people have died because of you? Why can they die, but you can't?"

Dong Zhuo still wanted to argue: "The whole court is full of civil and military officials, and the people are dissatisfied. I also wanted to discuss state affairs with them, but they have excluded me openly or secretly. If I don't kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and exclude dissidents, how can I control the court and establish my authority? Didn't you, Wang Jing, suppress the rebellion in Hedong and attack the aristocratic families? What qualifications do you have to blame me!"

Wang Jing's anger grew even stronger when he heard this, and he sneered, "Dong Zhuo, if you only targeted the aristocratic families, I could have pretended not to see any threats or killings. But the people are so innocent. Do they deserve to die just because of your ambition? I'm killing you not because you eliminated dissidents and deposed the emperor, but because you allowed your troops to plunder and harm the people!"

Dong Zhuo looked stunned, he never expected that Wang Jing came to kill him just for those ordinary people in Luoyang city who were as worthless as grass.

(End of this chapter)