The blue and white light mixed with light blue pierced everyone's eyes. Instinctively closed their eyes or turned their heads open. The loud noise of the broken metal and iron shocked in an instant. The cut-off feather arrow flew out at one end, crossed a long track, fell to the outside of the city wall, and inserted it at the feet of a rebel soldier below, and his shaft was still shaking slightly.

Almost at the same time, the old man standing behind the wall, the storm of wind and waves blew, and his hair was scattered, and his body stumbled back a few steps. He only felt something was touching the back and gained a foothold.

After a while, the dazzling light faded away. The soldiers and generals from both sides opened their eyes. Only then did the old man who stepped back and stopped dared to open his eyes.

The boiling war drums came to an abrupt end, and the city walls suddenly became silent.

Behind the battlefield, Chen Fu, who was sitting on the horse's back, slowly lowered his long bow in his hand and threw it into the guard's arms. His heroic smile gradually calmed down and his face was as deep as an ancient well.

"...This...it will arrive so soon, the fairy sword must be the fairy sword..."

The light completely disappeared, and when he looked at the vision ahead, his eyes suddenly shrank.

An ancient long sword hung outside the wall, and the magic light floated like a wisp of fairy aura. The next moment, the sword body flew away with a whisper and rushed to the nearby city tower.

Over there, a figure stood on the roof, and his robes swaying in the blowing wind and rain.

"Liangsheng..." The old man shouted, and finally there was a smile on his tense face. He felt relaxed and was about to stroke the wall. The county magistrate beside him shouted: "Grandmaster!" He rushed over, and suddenly a cyclone wrapped around the old man's body, and he did not fall.

Up the city tower.

Yuelong slowly swam on the side with a trembling sound. Lu Liangsheng learned the movements of a toad and stood in the lead-blue rain curtain with his hands. The drizzle of rain fell down, and less than two inches around him turned into a trace of white air dispersed.

"Chen Jing."

The words spread with magic power, and Liangsheng's eyes were coldly crossing the dark army below, looking at the old man under the waving banner of the "Chen" and for a moment, he looked at the young man beside him.

"The State of Chen has been destroyed for many years. The people of this land have long been subject to the rule of the Sui State. Can't you still see it? The world has been divided for a long time, so why bother to ignite the war in this land!"

The distant city tower looked over, under the banner of the Lieliu, Chen Jing pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly. He was determined, but gentle, and when asked, he was somewhat hesitant.

"Mr. Lu..."

A horse rushing to come out slowly, Chen Fu raised his hand and told Chen Jing not to speak. In terms of knowledge and verbal benefits, he was far from the opponent of the person on the other side, so why bother to put himself at a disadvantage?

"General Cao, if the front team doesn't advance, just use your direct line. Then Lu Liangsheng will destroy his righteous face. If he doesn't take action, he will just attack the city and plunder the land and take down Hegu County!"

Over there, Cao Shouren was looking at Mr. Lu, who was serving the Immortal Sword. When he heard the old man's words, his face was stunned.

.........Your mother, this is using my capital to bet...

However, as a rebel general, he had been unable to get rid of the tiger. He tightened his sword and his mouth was full of thick beards and roared.

"As soon as you follow the orders, beat the drums and march!!"

Three men, wearing headscarves and bare-spoken men looked at each other for a moment, and had to wave the drumsticks and smash the drum surface hard. The quiet dust particles sounded at the first drum sound of the "dong" and started to bounce.

Then, the drumsticks kept beating down.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

The central army had 10,000 infantry soldiers around the army, and the guns were slamming down. The front pawns holding the shield raised their shield and spread them. The blades in their right hand were lifted up and fell down. The backs of the swords were knocking on the shield, forcing the three square formations that had not stopped before to continue moving forward.

In the distant city tower, listening to the sudden sound of the war drums, Lu Liangsheng looked at the army that was advancing up again, and countless thoughts flashed quickly. After stopping, he probably guessed the attention of the opponent.

"I'm not the kind of person who can make up for it..."

Lu Liangsheng sighed, put it behind his back and took back a heavy bag of money, and slowly lowered his arms to his side. He always gave people the impression that there are many magical magic and killing methods. If you really want to worry about it, your best skill is to draw a path of magic.

In the cuffs of fire pattern, a small stick slid into the palm of his hand. When the wind swelled, it turned into a scroll of dead wood as a scroll. This was a magic weapon he specially refined to resist Pudu Cihang, and he didn't expect it to be useful at this time.

In an instant, Lu Liangsheng pinched his sword with his other hand, and his sleeve spread out. Under the guidance of the magic power of the righteous way of the universe, he drew seal scripts in the air, attached to the scroll made of old pine branches. It seemed as if he was awakened, and the magic light gradually became green, and the yin energy overflowed.

The scholar on the city tower made his robe sound, and the scroll in his hand suddenly threw it away from the wilderness outside the city.

——"Soul Burial in the Yinfu"

The wind blew the raindrops and turned into white smoke and drifted away. Lu Liangsheng raised his sword and the scroll in the air spread out loud. The rebels rushing to advance below raised their heads. The painting, which was not very clear, was full of evil ghosts and skeletons.

"Then...what is that?!"

"There are so many ghosts on it." "What are you afraid of? How could we wait for the soldiers!"

"The general has an order, and each person who climbs the city will have five taels of silver!"

Under the flag behind, the war horse shook its head uneasily and tapped its hooves. When Chen Jing comforted it, he was also looking at the scroll floating in the air.

"Master...that's a magic weapon?"

Chen Fu, who was standing beside him, did not answer, his eyelids twitched from time to time, and he always had a bad premonition. He quickly used the Six Ding and Six Jia magic to move this heavenly stems and earthly branches to crack the opponent's magic.

But... the old man who quickly pinched the magic trick stopped and raised his face suddenly. He couldn't feel that the other party had not borrowed the five elements.

"No, this is not the Five Elements Law..."

The next moment.

On the city tower, Lu Liangsheng swung his sleeves away, and another spell was also cast at the same time.

"Re-divine spell!"

The forests around the fields were clamoring, and panicked birds flew out in the drizzle, flapping their wings and disappearing in a further direction.

The floating painting scroll, the magic light bloomed, the yin energy overflowed the painting, sinking away from the ground and spreading rapidly across the insteps of soldiers. A wisp of yin energy rose and was sucked into the nose. His eyes suddenly widened, and a sad woman flew towards his sleeves. The moment he was almost in front of him, his beautiful face instantly turned into a skeleton, and the scream of "Wow——" was screaming.

On the wide field, in the rebels advancing towards the city wall, the weapons were heard falling to the ground one after another, and the soldiers stood there tremblingly, falling into fear.

"Attack, what are you doing?!"

"Tell me the order, beat the drum!"

"I'm going to peel your skin-"

There were more than a thousand people left as reserves on both sides. The soldiers retreated in panic, fearing that they would be contaminated by the dispersed yin energy. Cao Shouren looked at this scene and was so angry that he roared loudly. When he waved his knife to chop off a soldier who wanted to escape, Chen Fu used the magic of summoning the wind from the Six Dings and Six Jias.

The strong wind blows across the field, but the spreading yin energy is not affected at all and continues to spread around.

Xun Feng is not the wind in ordinary nature, but is borrowed from the Six Ding and Six Jia Gods. It has great power to restrain evil ghosts and demons.

...Not Yin Qi.

The old man took back the spell and tried it like this before he guessed a possibility - illusion!

‘That yin energy is an illusion. Lu Liangsheng used illusion as a medium and used magic power to pull people into illusions. He unexpectedly found a different way for the magic that he usually did not see in the eyes of the Taoist people...'

"Master, Lu Xian...Lu Liangsheng is gone!"

In Chen Fu's brief thought, the apprentice's voice suddenly sounded on one side. He came to his senses. The figure standing on the city tower disappeared at some point.

The uneasiness in my heart was like an ant crawling over my back, pulling the reins, and the old man shouted at the young emperor next to me.

"Jing'er, go quickly!"

The moment the horse turned around, a loud sound broke through the air behind him came. Chen Fu bit his fingertips and tapped on the buttocks of the horse that Chen Jing rode.

——Xilulu!

The war horse raised its hooves and neighed. The moment the front hooves fell down, a thick layer of mud and sand were lifted up and running forward.

Dada dada...

Chen Jing lay on the back of the horse, looking back at the old man who was gradually distant, and shouted: "Master!!"

"Jing'er, go quickly!!"

Behind, the old man repeated a sound on the horse's back, grabbed the magic sword carried by the carriage, raised a cold light, turned around and slashed it out, colliding with an ancient long sword that was attacking. Two different magic powers exploded, and the magic sword that was facing it broke inch by inch and threw it into the rain curtain.

The war horses roared, raised their hooves in the turbulent waves, turned to the ground, and made a dull sound. Chen Fu above spewed out a mouthful of blood, flew out, hitting the big tree on one side of the road. The tree body shook violently before it rolled to the ground.

"Ding Wei is born together..."

The old man got up from the ground in a mess with mud in his inner clothes, muttering his lips, stammering quickly, and while retreating, the figure in a black gold-burned robe, holding a sword and swaying.

"...Lihuo Earth and Earth sink to retreat to the demon!"

The last Fayan fell, Chen Fu spread his palms, and a burning heat came from Lu Liangsheng's feet opposite him. Before he could react, the earthly yin fire rushed up and wrapped him in.

"Hahaha--"

The old man stumbled and took two steps, looking at the scholar who was engulfed by the fire of the earth, wiped away the mud and water from his face, and laughed wildly.

"I finally fell into my plan, haha!!!"

The next second, no one screamed in the fire. In the burning earth fire, the figure of the human suddenly turned into pieces and dissipated.

Chen Fu's smile froze, then he turned around and ran away.

On both sides of the burning earth fire, several Lu Liangsheng, wearing black robes, appeared, each holding a Yuelong sword and dancing out of his sword and chasing him closely.

Illusion!

...It's an illusion again.

Chen Fu, who was shrinking into an inch, looked back from time to time, ran and constantly drew a spell pattern on his palm with his bleeding index finger, and then pushed back.

boom!

While the illusion that was rushing to exploded, the old man in a mess used his magic power to shoot it out crazily. The magic patterns drawn in the palm of his palm formed a light ball, and kept flying out of his palm.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom-

The ground exploded one after another, and countless mud and dust were lifted up high. A big tree next to it was affected. As well as the rhizomes, they broke and fell down under bombardment.

"Dead?"
To be continued...