Extreme Demon

". Then the martial artist can develop single-digit stars, the great martial artist can develop double-digit stars, and the martial master can develop three-digit stars. But the martial king is different."

Lu Sheng took out a piece of paper and used charcoal to draw a simple acupoint map of the human body, and roughly marked the positions of some stars on it.

"King Wu is a three-digit star developed before in-depth development, and leaves a little spiritual mark in each star, so that it can explode with stronger power more freely and quickly."

He casually drew a few lines on the little figure to represent the meridians and blood vessels.

"Then there is the Martial Emperor. The stars that the Martial Emperor can develop can exceed four digits, and he also leaves a spiritual mark on each star. Once he uses his power, his energy and blood will connect to thousands of stars, and his power will explode unparalleled, making him extraordinary and holy."

"It's interesting. The Martial Emperor can reach the power of a hundred elephants. If you look closely, he is almost at the same level as the Weapon Master. It's just that his combat power is drab compared to the Weapon Master."

Lu Sheng tried to study and perceive what the so-called stars were.

At first he thought it was an acupuncture point, but after careful observation with his soul, he found that it was not.

It's not acupoints, meridian nodes, bloodline nodes, etc. It's not even something that exists on flesh and blood at all.

After tinkering in the room all night, Lu Sheng didn't come up with anything.

It is conceivable that this concept of stars must be the most fundamental secret of the world. He will not be able to study it for a while, and he is not in a hurry.

Now the news that Tang Qingqing was invited home must have reached the ears of his father, Pang Yuanjun, and he is waiting for Pang Yuanjun's reaction.

Presumably out of curiosity, he would take the initiative to go back to the sub-forum to check the situation. When the time comes, Lu Sheng plans to take action to capture him.

But before that, his current strength may not necessarily be able to defeat Pang Yuanjun head-on.

This is also the key reason why he has been practicing hard these days.

Although this world is just a world dedicated to collecting divine power, wish cause and effect must be processed completely no matter what. It is not easy to encounter this kind of wish cause and effect that is not very difficult to do. If it cannot be completed in this way, it would be too wasteful. .

In the past few days, Lu Sheng also began to start a plan to completely control the sub-alternity.

After mastering the division, he planned to try to forcefully deduce the Xingxing Road Toad Kung Fu to see what he could deduce with his own martial arts background.

Thousands of miles away, Fengjiazhuang.

Bursts of thick smoke were like black lines, slowly drifting out from the tall and majestic black fortress in the distance, constantly filling the air, dyeing the originally clear clouds above into a light gray-black color.

Four large flags were placed high on the four walls of the fortress, with a huge word "wind" written on the flags fluttering in the wind.

A few hundred meters away from the fortress, the originally flat white mud ground was filled with charred pits and dark red bloodstains.

Broken weapons, shields and arrows can be seen everywhere, becoming the most common scenery on this battlefield.

"It will be dark in two hours, and I'm afraid we'll be in vain again today."

Pang Yuanjun looked at the black fortress Fengjiazhuang from a distance, his brows furrowed and he felt a little irritable.

On the outside, he looks like a very well-proportioned and healthy middle-aged man.

He has a handsome face and a cold temperament. He wears black leather gloves on his hands and two serrated swords at his waist. He wears a cyan cloak with black edges draped over a dark green outfit. The thick cloak with fur edges slightly flips the ends in the wind, which makes people It was immediately obvious that he was the one with the highest status on this battlefield.

Behind Pang Yuanjun stood two tall men and women of different shapes.

The man has blond hair and a powerful appearance. He is at least over sixty years old. However, he carries a huge long bow on his back, a quiver of quivers slung across his waist, and his arms are hanging down, as if he can bend at any time. The bow shoots arrows. This is Pang Yuanjun’s right-hand man, Emperor Wu Yuan Shijian.

One of the woman's eyes is white, and she is obviously blind. She has a strong and powerful figure, and is unusually plump. She obviously has a broad frame, but her figure is bulging forward and backward, giving people a strange sense of beauty that is unusually well-proportioned and strong. Like a jaguar walking slowly in the jungle.

This person is Pang Yuanjun's most trusted person, and he is also his right-hand man - Hunyuan Duanliu hand Liu Huanzhuang.

At this time, Liu Huanzhuang held a black homing pigeon in her hand, gently took the letter paper tied from the pigeon's leg, and unfolded it to check.

"It's the mark of the sub-altar, the Qinglu City sub-altar where Sicheng is." She added.

"Sicheng? Let's see how it goes." Yuan Shijian said.

On the contrary, Pang Sicheng's biological father, Pang Yuanjun, didn't care at all and didn't even look this way. His eyes always fell on the black fortress in the distance.

Liu Huanzhuang quickly read the contents of the letter, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"The above said that over at the sub-altar, that boy Sicheng unexpectedly found Tang Qingqing, the wife of the main altar leader. Now she is waiting in Qinglu City, saying that she wants you to go back, Yuan Jun."

"Tang Qingqing? Taiyiyi and Quanzong came here to interfere?" Pang Yuanjun suddenly frowned.

"I don't think it was Izumi Sect's idea." Liu Huanzhuang raised the letter and said with an even weirder expression. "This was written by Sicheng himself. He said that because Tang Qingqing was deeply in love with you, she took the initiative to find him and begged him to bring her over.

Your son also said that Tang Qingqing was even willing to die for this. In desperation, he had no choice but to drug the person and tie him up to restrict his personal freedom to avoid a tragedy."

"Um, Tang Qingqing is so affectionate??" Yuan Shijian was suddenly shocked.

"Don't worry about this. Fengjiazhuang is about to be defeated now. I don't believe that I can't attack a small Fengjiazhuang even with Wanqing Lutan's army!?" Pang Yuanjun's stern face flashed with a trace of sternness.

He waved his hand.

"Send the order, tomorrow morning, there will be a non-stop general attack on the whole city! Bring that one with you and activate it!"

"Are you going to use that??" Liu Huanzhuang's expression became solemn.

"If that's the case, there's absolutely no problem with this trip, it's just that it's used so early," Yuan Shijian said hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter. We will attack with all our strength. I want to see how long Fengjiazhuang can sustain it." Pang Yuanjun's eyes flashed with a hint of violence.

Pang Yuanjun was extremely talented and talented, and he was in his prime and ambitious. He wanted to reverse the prophecy of the so-called Wooden Buddha. In addition, his breakthrough in cultivation was imminent, and he could reach the peak of the top Martial Emperor at any time.

Therefore, he went to war in the east and west, and he could kill people all over the country by finding any excuse at will. He was so domineering that even the three major gangs couldn't talk to him.

There are no Martial Emperors in the three major gangs, they are just the peak Martial Emperors, but their number is more than the sixteen sects. On the surface, the strength of the three major gangs has always been superior to that of the Sixteen Gates, but the top few among the Sixteen Gates are actually no worse than them individually.

Emperor Wu was illusory, and there were two people who left legends in the martial arts world, but neither of them joined any force. They were just like wandering clouds and wild cranes, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Pang Yuan's army was conquering everywhere. On the one hand, he was trying to break the prophecy. On the other hand, he was also collecting other skills in an attempt to increase his military Yuan's number of ten-kill stars.

Early the next morning.

The numerous black armies that besieged Fengjiazhuang, one after another, launched a series of thick, black, and large cylindrical things.

There is a wheel-like structure installed underneath these things, which looks very heavy.

Then load the shells, ignite the gunpowder, and boom! !

Streams of fire flashed into the sky and fell hard on the edge of the city wall. Fengjiazhuang Fortress suddenly shook violently.

The artillery fire continued until the afternoon. The city wall was finally blasted through, and all the artillery that was pushed up were scrapped. It was a great honor not to blow up the barrels if they were used continuously with high heat.

Under the advantage of artillery fire, Fengjiazhuang's outer city wall finally fell. Pang Yuanjun and others gathered their troops and began a battle for the inner city wall.

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kill! !

Pang Yuanjun looked at the fierce battle on the city wall from a distance. The corpses of both sides kept rolling down from the top of the city wall like dumplings.

The smoke was thick, and although more than a dozen cannons were completely useless, once the outer city wall was captured, as long as the inner city was captured, it would be a complete victory.

At this time, white figures on the city wall rushed up with short-handled axes, like tigers among sheep, with incredible strength and invincibility.

But Pang Yuanjun and others were not surprised but overjoyed.

"The Sword King's personal guards are finally dispatched! This is Fengjiazhuang's last resistance. Defeating him is when we will win!!"

Pang Yuanjun suddenly laughed heartily.

"Let's have a look together?" Liu Huanzhuang looked at Yuan Shijian.

"Still not convinced?" Yuan Shijian was also in a good mood, stroking his beard and smiling.

The two looked at each other, smiled, and shot at the same time.

Pang Yuanjun took a step back, raised his right hand and slashed down.

Swish swish swish! !

A large group of masked men in black costumes flew out from behind him and rushed towards the inner city wall.

The battle situation changed rapidly. After the new troops from Qinglu Tan joined in, the people in white clothes in Fengjiazhuang were like an avalanche, and there were a lot of casualties in just a few moments.

"Pang Yuanjun!!"

boom! !

In an instant, a huge stone ball rolled up into the air from the inner city wall and hit Liu Huanzhuang, who had just killed two people, so hard that his face turned red. He flew backwards and slammed into the city wall.

"Hahahaha!! Beisheng Sword King Feng Shanhe!! You are finally willing to show your face!" Pang Yuanjun saw it from a distance, but he raised his head and laughed, and pulled out the long knife from his waist with his backhand.

Uh-huh!

But at this moment, a tall figure stood in front of him.

"Cheng'er?" Pang Yuanjun was stunned and immediately recognized that this was his biological son Pang Sicheng.

"What are you doing here!? Go back immediately! This is not the place you should be!"

Lu Sheng looked calm.

"Dad, I'm here to take you home. Mother has changed her mind, and now you are the only one left."

"Go home?" Pang Yuanjun narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with his son's words.

"Okay, don't get in the way. Let's talk about your mother after I finish this battle." He raised his knife and made a leap, and his body suddenly flew toward the inner city wall like lightning.

But in an instant, Lu Sheng rose into the air and miraculously blocked his path again.

"Get out of the way!" Pang Yuanjun suddenly became angry.

"Stop making trouble, dad, just follow me home and reunite." Lu Sheng looked helpless.

"Go back!!" Pang Yuanjun shot out electricity from his right palm, hitting Lu Sheng's shoulder with the force of five hundred elephants with a huge impact.

Even if he is his son, he wants the other party to understand that there is no child's play on the battlefield!

"Don't force me to hit someone!" Lu Sheng dodged and avoided the palm.

Pang Yuanjun's palm failed, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He knew best what Pang Sicheng's cultivation level was. Could it be that this man who looked similar to his son was not Pang Sicheng?

"Jun Yuan's first kill!!"

boom! A shadow of an invisible sword flashed past Lu Sheng's side in an instant, and almost hit him in the head.

"You're still here!?" Before Lu Sheng could finish his words, he immediately dodged to the left again.

"Jun Yuan's second kill!!"

Dozens of sword rays suddenly surrounded him, slashing him from all directions.

"Don't force me!!" Lu Sheng's body shot out with lightning and he instantly got out of the gap.

"Jun Yuan's fourth kill!! Fifth kill!!" A silver dragon-like sword suddenly crashed into him.

"Sixth kill and eighth kill!!" Pang Yuanjun looked grim, and before the result appeared, he swung his sword again. The mirror-like sword light flew towards Lu Sheng one after another.

"Ninth kill!!" "Tenth." "Kill your sister!! My son will beat someone when he is in a hurry!!"

Lu Sheng finally got angry, grabbed one of Pang Yuanjun's legs as if teleporting, and smashed it down.

boom! !

Pang Yuanjun's head hit the city wall more than three meters thick below.

A huge gap with a diameter of more than ten meters was directly exploded in the city wall.

Pang Yuanjun fell unconscious on the spot.

"Don't think that because you are my father, I don't dare to hit you!"

Lu Sheng spat, dragging Pang Yuanjun and leaping into the distance.