Both Zheng Zhu and Lin Fu stopped.
These Fengfeng cavalry on the long street could not control the war horses under them.
Amid the roar of Lei Gang, even these rigorously trained war horses were already in panic.
"Can these things cause thunder?"
Zheng Zhu's face was filled with annoyance.
He never thought that Old Monster Cui would join forces with Li at this time, but now he never thought that this kind of iron filing that burned and flew all over the sky could actually help Old Monster Cui to attract thunder.
In this way, those practitioners who made iron flowers on the Tongtian Tree were arranged early, which was equivalent to helping Mr. Cui improve his magical powers!
The most important thing is that these practitioners helped Mr. Cui improve their supernatural powers, but it was Lin Fu's supernatural powers that really led these burning iron flowers here.
Li's move really counted them as a dead end.
"You are like they borrowed magical powers and sent an east wind." Zheng Zhu looked at Lin Fu and couldn't help shouting, "Why should you hurry up and get some wind to blow them away!"
Lin Fu's face still did not change much, but his eyes were a little sad. He turned his head to look at Zheng Zhu and said, "It's too late."
Zheng Zhu's face suddenly froze.
It's already a sea of ​​thunder.
The wind cannot disperse the sea of ​​thunder.
And maybe it will make the clouds turbulent and generate more thunder gangs.
"Even if there is no such a tree and the iron flower flying over the sky, Cui will be unable to win any more." Lin Fu was not looking at him, but just said calmly, "If you want to escape, run away quickly, I will stay here."
"What a fuck!" Zheng Zhu almost vomited an old blood.
But he knew that what Lin Fu said was the truth.
Three to three, even if you can gain the upper hand against this tall companion, you will not be able to kill this tall companion for a while.
But Old Monster Cui was more than enough to deal with the Gaoli Taoist, and he would soon be able to kill the Gaoli Taoist.
No matter how strong Lin Fu is, he will never be able to kill the emperor in a short time, and it is very likely that the emperor will be better.
As long as the old monster Cui kills the Taoist Gaoli and joins forces with Gao Dalian and the emperor, they will inevitably be defeated soon.
"Brothers, run away!"
He turned around and ran away.
He knew that escaping tonight would be a good fortune, but no matter what, it would be better than staying here and waiting to die.
boom!
He fled first, and Lei Gang would deal with him first. With a shocking roar, dozens of white thunder raids came towards him at the same time.
"Get out of here!"
Zheng Zhu was also completely crazy. The yellow energy in his body surged, and the armor spread outwards. The true energy spreads tightly on the surface of his body, directly forming a yellow robe.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
Those floating shield-like armor pieces were shattered by Lei Gang in an instant. Lei Gang subsequently beat the yellow robe outside him to pieces, but blood was squirting from his mouth, and the speed of escaping outside the city was faster.
The Lei Gang that fell from the sky seemed to have no time to capture his position.
"Grass!"
However, at this moment, Zheng Zhu suddenly felt something. He turned his head helplessly, as if he wanted to shout the Fufeng Jingke to not follow him, but at this time it was too late to say anything. He just cursed this word in his heart, and the long street where he was located had turned into snow-white.
The entire sea of ​​thunder in the sky seemed to be too heavy and had lost its ability to float, and suddenly fell down.
The white thunder gang completely covered the entire long street.
Finally, when he was flooded by this sea of ​​thunder with the cavalry behind him, as an eighth-level cultivator, he still fought for several breaths and cursed in full, "Your mother, you are all rebelling, why did Old Monster Cui's thunders only slap me alone?"
After the curse disappeared, only a charred body like a long snake formation was left on the long street.
The tall companion jumped out of the quicksand pit.
He coughed twice, but did not take action.
The emperor took a step forward, and Lin Fu's heart moved. He wanted to take action, but he felt something but stopped.
The emperor's figure flew over his head like a meteor, and when it fell, he punched the Goryeo Taoist who had already begun to escape.
The expression on the face of the Gaoli Taoist also became crazy. He reached out and took off the pointed hat he was wearing. The red light surged inside, as if there was a pool of blood.
He waved the hat and hit the emperor, but the emperor just punched him.
boom!
A golden dragon appeared on the emperor's fist.
With just one punch, the high hat shattered, and then countless red lights rushed backwards on the body of the Goryeo Taoist, and the body of the Goryeo Taoist was punched out like a piece of paper.
He roared violently, but his whole body was no longer under his control and flew out.
The emperor looked at the Taoist of Goryeo joked and said, "Okay, now Goryeo is gone even a eighth rank."
Lin Fu has not moved.
After the Taoist of Goryeo fell to the ground and died, he looked at the emperor and said calmly, "The secret spies of the Tang Dynasty have been inquiring about the whereabouts of this man in Goryeo for the past fifteen years. This man has not dared to return to Goryeo for the past fifteen years, for fear that you will find the traces and then send someone to kill them. He has never been in Goryeo, and in fact, Goryeo is equivalent to an eighth-rank without a rank. As for him, he cannot return to his family, but he dare not reveal his traces with such cultivation. If he is wandering outside, he is actually not as good as death. Now that he is dead, it is also a kind of relief."
The emperor and Gao Dajia blocked Lin Fu in the middle, looking at Lin Fu, calm but majestic, "What about you, are you still unwilling to accept it?"
Lin Fu had been silent for a while, but now he laughed.
He looked at the emperor and smiled, "I have nothing to be unwilling to give up. I don't have the strong foundation of Li's family, but I at least force Old Monster Cui to expose his magical powers tonight. In the future, it is obviously impossible for him to use this method to enhance his magical powers to deal with the other eight grades. And I also force you to take action. A person like me can force you to take action personally by borrowing the momentum tonight. Then people in the world will have a consideration for Li's family.
Don’t think that Li’s country will be more stable after playing such a big game tonight. If Wang Yehu and me are eliminated and the foundations of many clans are eliminated, your Li family will be more stable. But in my opinion, there will probably be more people who dare to challenge your Li family in the future. After all, you have no choice but to deal with Wang Yehu, and Zheng Zhu and I can only touch this little force, and they almost succeeded, right? If my sword next causes you to get hurt, what will happen?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the inverted giant sword that seemed to have disappeared in the sky suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
The emperor and the tall companion changed their faces slightly.
Previously, Lin Fu advised Zheng Zhu to escape directly. They all thought Lin Fu's spirit had dissipated, and thought Lin Fu knew he was destined to lose and no longer had the intention to fight again.
However, at this time they realized that Lin Fu was just asking Old Monster Cui to deal with Zheng Zhu, and he was just waiting for this moment.
Lin Fu looked up at the giant sword hanging upside down like a hill. His dark eyes reflected the dazzling sword light at this time, as if it was completely burning.
The north wind thousands of miles away finally arrived in Chang'an with a bitter chill.
All the energy in his body was burning.
He laughed.
Wang Yehu has used all his life to accumulate strength and has left this world forever.
It's his turn now.
Swish!
The sword hanging upside down like a mountain came with the wind and slashed towards the emperor.
"It's so terrible." When the sword was slashed, Yelu Yueli said to Old Master Chong Qian quietly, "Whether Wang Yehu or Lin Fu, they are all too terrible. What the hell is it in Chang'an? Why are these people more terrifying than ghosts?"
In the restaurant by the Qujiang River, Gu Liubai looked at the falling Lei Hai first, then looked upside down, and he couldn't help but complain: "My senior brother also said that I made the sword-making game like playing monkeys, throw him and the people from Zongsheng Palace. When comparing with this level, what am I doing is not playing monkeys."
After saying these few words, he murmured in his heart, "No wonder Yin Shiniang is so strong-willed, and he dares not say that his sword is better than anyone else in Chang'an. He only dares to say that there are probably the top three."
Pei Yunqiu was also thinking, "How many times do you have to touch your chest to raise such a powerful sword."
The sword has fallen.
Jian and Lin Fu's entire body are connected into one.
Lin Fu took a step forward towards the emperor and his sword had already slashed on the emperor.
The emperor still just punched.
Nine golden dragons suddenly appeared outside him, and these nine golden dragons gathered on his fist.
His fist hit the slashing sword!
The sword edge began to collapse!
Lin Fu's brows frowned slightly.
Cracked on his skin, and his skin began to break and fell like porcelain pieces.
He was surprised.
He didn't expect the emperor to be so powerful.
However, he took another step forward.
The sword he cut down stabbed again instantly!
The emperor's fist seemed to be everywhere, instantly hitting his sword.
His sword body continued to collapse, and only half of it was left in an instant.
The divine light in Lin Fu's eyes began to dissipate.
His life is about to end.
However, at this moment, he saw an incredible scene.
He saw a unique true qi and Dharma image faintly appear behind the emperor.
He saw the golden light surrounding the emperor, forming a three-headed and six-armed Dharma image that was as high as the emperor.
The three heads of this Dharma image are extremely ferocious, and their six arms are all holding a page of golden slips.
"You..."
Lin Fu said two words in disbelief.
But at this moment, his sword and his entire body completely collapsed, and the sword energy and his body seemed to turn into butterflies and flew away.
Gao Dalian turned around slowly and looked at several survivors in the convoy.
...
"All such a powerful person die?"
Yelu Yueli looked at the direction of Lin Fu's death, couldn't help but look at Old Dao Chong Qian with emotion, and said softly, "This man is involved in a strong sense. The eighth rank that died before was not as strong as the one he involved. When he died, he felt that Li's luck suddenly became much weaker."
Of course, Master Chongqian knew that it was Lin Fu.
He suddenly couldn't help but sneer.
"Those scholars have always written books. The more righteous they have, the more evil they are, the more they are invincible. They say that the more righteous they are, the more they will achieve twice the result with half the effort in practicing this method. This person has such a high level of cultivation, and he doesn't know what he is strong in his body. But as a minister, he is not in line with the principles they have in his books. These people don't know how to justify themselves next." After sneering, Old Dao Chongqian said these words, then looked at Yelu Yueli and said slowly, "Little Man, have you deliberately confessed your practice method to me? According to what you say, your practice method is to cover up the number of qi or qi. This perception of qi is actually second. Your practice progress is probably determined by how many qi or not qi or not qi or not qi?"
Yelu Yueli smiled a little cunningly.
Master Chong Qian looked at her with contempt, then stood with his hands behind his back, towards the direction where Lin Fu fell, and then continued, "It turns out that this method in your Uighur Temple was born from the Death Eat Sutra. When a practitioner nearby died, there will naturally be some strange energy naturally devoted to the qi sea of ​​practitioners who practiced this sutra. In this way, the method you practice should be stronger than the Death Eat Sutra in that year."
Yelu Yueli immediately shook her head seriously, clicked her nose, and said, "It's not that the Dharma is strong, but that the human is strong."
Old Taoist Chong Qian was stunned and immediately reacted.
The process of selecting goddesses in the Uighur temple is very harsh. In fact, this magical method is too mysterious. No one in the world can greatly improve it. However, during the long process of inheritance, someone should have discovered that some special bloodline or physique can better fit this magical method.
Any practice of practice is about qualifications, and it is not surprising that the old Taoist Qian is not aware of it.
He looked at Yelu Yueli with a sarcastic look and said, "So for you, you have to come to Chang'an."
Yelu Yueli nodded honestly, "In the past, there were many practitioners who died in the border area, but I can sense that there will be many practitioners who died in Chang'an during this period, not to mention that there are not many practitioners of this level in other places."
"So tonight, the Li family and so many clans in the city will either lose a lot or hurt the enemy by 1,000, and you will lose 800 yuan. But you will make a fortune." Old Taoist Chongqian's face was filled with the usual sneer of being timid, "Little Barbarian, so when you come to Chang'an, you will come to my sect holy palace as soon as possible. Even if you are entangled with my sect holy palace first, I will find out the mystery of your method in the future, and I will not be able to kill you with one sword."
Yelu Yueli nodded obediently and said, "The main reason is that I know that you, or your junior brother, should have no pure likes and dislikes about the Dharma itself. Your behavior should not be as evil as some of the righteous sects in Chang'an."
"As a result of not being as evil as some of the decent sects in Chang'an?" When Old Master Chong Qian heard this, he laughed. He thought the words of the little barbarian girl were interesting.
But in the next moment, although he smiled, a faint sadness appeared in his eyes, "My senior brother said, "The law does not have good or evil, it just depends on people."
Yelu Yueli said seriously, "There are not many people in the city who dare to say such words."
Old Taoist Chong Qian sneered with some disgust, "I understand this principle almost personally, that is, the vast majority of people are fighting against each other and suppressing others."
...
Princess Huaizhen and a group of students from the Imperial College returned to Tongjifang.
There was originally a poetry party in Tongjifang.
For talents in the prosperous era, martial arts and literary governance are indispensable, they are naturally refreshing than swords, and poetry is more elegant.
After watching the exciting sword-like sword contest, then sing with wine, chanting poems and paintings, you can express your feelings in your heart. Maybe a flash of inspiration can turn into famous quotes throughout the ages and keep them in history.
But whether the sky-storming fire in the palace tonight or the thunder sea roaring in the sky, it has cast a heavy shadow on the hearts of these talented men in the prosperous era.
It was obvious that there was a tremendous change in the city.
Ordinary people may not think that this kind of thing is involved in them, but the students of the Imperial College all come from different families of officials, and no one knows what kind of changes will happen to their homes tonight.
Some people may be able to take advantage of the situation, while others suddenly become sons of criminals and are going to be executed or exiled.
Drinks are still the usual drinks.
But drinking it is no longer the usual taste.
Somehow, after only a few glasses of turbid wine, the heavy hearts of these young people seemed to fall on their eyelids, and they couldn't even open their eyelids.
In this kind of poetry meeting, you should always cheer loudly and recite wonderful sentences repeatedly, but at this time, what is filled with brightly lit hall has turned into snoring sounds that are like tides.
Compared with the students who fell asleep in the lower corner, Princess Huaizhen, who was lying on the desk, was at least not losing her manners.
Bai Yousi does have vision.
She was lying on the desk, revealing her slender and white neck, and there was no trace of excess fat on her back. Just looking at her back made people feel moved.
Suddenly, a strange laugh sounded in the hall.
A strange yellow-green air flow surged at the door, pounced on the beam, and slowly hanged towards Princess Huaizhen like a silk spider.
Only then can I see that the man was wearing a shabby Taoist robe, and the mask on his face was mottled with breathing rust, constantly spewing yellow-green flames.
When he reached a few feet above Princess Huaizhen's body, the man suddenly stopped. Countless sounds sounded in his body. His whole body and brain swayed strangely. Then he pulled out a mottled long sword and stabbed directly at Princess Huaizhen's beautiful neck.
If this sword is implemented, Princess Huaizhen's neck bone will be broken, and she may be disabled if she is not dead.
But at this moment, Princess Huaizhen's whole body trembled sharply. Not only did she appear outside her body like a mess of hairspring, but her whole body retreated completely unreasonably. At the same time, her face was facing down, but her right hand had already turned a little closer to the air towards the man.
Chih!
A sword light with an extremely stunning speed stabbed towards the person above the chest.
Bang!
The person above made a low and strange scream, and instantly burst into a hole in the roof above and flew out.
I could hear hissing outside, and then bursts of strange laughter sounded.
Chapter completed!