Chapter 461 The Empress decides the world with one sword (5k)
The mountain wind blew out of the dense forest, lifting the hair on Zhao Duan's forehead, and the dense clouds in the sky moved quickly.
His body was stiff, fine and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he stared intently at the middle-aged warlock blocking the road ahead.
Bang bang bang…
The heart beats like a drum, and blood rushes through the meridians.
The completely unfamiliar face of the middle-aged "Dharma God" was clearly reflected in his pupils. His disheveled hair and pure gray robe seemed to fill his entire field of vision.
Zhao Duan's heart sank suddenly, realizing that what he was worried about had happened.
However, he did not panic, but forced himself to calm down and raised his eyebrows:
"Again? I don't remember meeting you before."
The leader of the Dharma God Sect seems to be smiling, but it seems that he has never smiled before:
"When you returned to Beijing from Taicang, my substitute looked at you from a distance on the way."
Is that so? That’s why we said “we meet again”?
Zhao Duan instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't fault it.
He quietly held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and teased:
"The time you were killed by Eunuch Hai? I really don't remember."
The Dharma God's eyes were sharp, as if piercing his heart:
"There is no need to test, I have already left Hai Chunlin far behind. By the time he arrives, I will kill you a hundred times."
The warlock who controls space magic is really disgusting... No wonder he can catch up. Although he can't "move" Eunuch Hai away, he can wait until I run away and use space magic to intercept and kill me... Zhao Duan's thoughts flashed. , Zhengse said:
"How much Prince Jing gave you, I can give you more on behalf of the court. Your gathering this time must be Prince Jing's handiwork. What did he promise? Maybe we can talk about it."
The God of Law really smiled this time and shook his head:
"I said, you don't have to test it anymore...eh."
Without any warning, Zhao Duan suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and the gloomy outskirts of the city seemed to light up for a moment.
When the Frost Sword was unsheathed, the blade was covered with a layer of blue ice. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and pieces of snowflakes fell in the air.
As Zhao Duan thrust out his sword, the snowflakes condensed by the cold air swirled and danced all over the sky.
Peach blossom swordsmanship can control peach blossoms, so why can't it control snowflakes?
However, Zhao Duan's sword was more than that.
When the sword blade was handed out, there was a "buzzing" sound in the sleeve, and the dark golden Golden Crow Flying Knife was like a loaded bullet, following the wrist outwards, along the grooves on the sword body, and scratched out a string of sparks.
"Boom——"
With the blessing of the Peach Blossom Sword Technique, the Golden Crow Flying Knife whizzed out like a miniature cannonball. At such a close distance, it appeared in front of the face of the "Dharma God" in the blink of an eye.
This sword is extremely fast, and it also contains the power that Zhao Duan secretly accumulated when he was running all the way. If it is an ordinary divine seal, this sword alone will definitely defeat him. Even if it is in the world, it must be treated with caution.
However, the Dharma God just said "Hey", and the flying knife that pulled out the afterimage suddenly flickered in front of him, like a movie lens being pulled out of a frame.
The Golden Crow flying knife actually jumped over his body and suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged warlock. With great force, it pierced into the pile of rocks in the distance. Amidst the loud noise, the rocks flew away.
Is this still possible? What is this called? Space jump?
Zhao Duan's pupils narrowed, and he had no time to think. He used his left hand to perform the hand gesture with his lips and shouted:
"Seal!"
A "卍" character flew out from the center of his eyebrows, expanded during his breath, and turned into several tentacles, trying to bind the "Dharma God".
At the same time as the curse was activated, Zhao Duan quietly used the "Spirit Flame" in an attempt to burn his nerves and distract him.
The God of Dharma still looked down at him with an indifferent expression. He raised his right hand and made a light stroke, breaking all the golden ropes that had turned into magic spells.
As for the "spiritual flame" that can burn the soul, it seems to be useless on him.
"There are quite a lot of means..." The God of Law walked toward Zhao Duan as if strolling in a courtyard, with a fascinated smile on his face.
Is this the top worldly realm? It is almost separated by heaven and earth from the high-grade divine seal.
Zhao Duan did not hesitate, and a dark green seal slowly rotated in his palm. A large amount of water vapor was stimulated from the "Black Turtle Seal" and condensed into "spear".
"Go!"
Zhao Duan spoke, and the endless water vapor condensed on the spears, like locusts, gathering fire towards the God of Law.
This is the first time he has used it since he obtained the Black Turtle Seal. The river water stored in this top-quality magic weapon is supplemented by his own magic power, and each spear is extremely fierce.
"This is... the Black Turtle Seal?" The God of Magic was really surprised.
The space in front of him rippled, as if the entire space had become his shield.
After the water spears pierced in, they were like "Golden Crow Flying Knives" and were forcibly moved behind the Dharma God by the power of space.
Spears roared out one after another, bombarding the ground, splashing countless earth and rocks, the sound was terrifying, and in the blink of an eye, the woodland behind the God of Law was as if it had been plowed by missiles, and it was devastated.
This concentrated fire bombing alone is enough to destroy a small group of heavy armored cavalry!
"Has the Black Tortoise Seal been obtained by the royal family? No wonder the empress has rewarded it to you after not appearing in this world for many years. It's really a great favor. Unfortunately, your strength is not enough to use this artifact."
The Dharma God, who was wearing a gray robe and black hair shawl, was walking leisurely. When he "rushed" out a large water spear, he was surprised to see nothing in front of him.
Only a large group of water in the distance was rushing towards the nearest stream.
This is the "water escape" method that Zhao Duan has mastered after playing with the "Black Turtle Seal" for several months. As long as he can enter the stream, he can rely on the authority of the "Water God" to merge into the water veins and escape briefly.
However, just when he was only one step away from the stream, he suddenly hit an invisible barrier.
"Bang!"
Zhao Duan was released from the water escape state and looked at the approaching Dharma God behind him with an ugly expression.
The latter has a cat-and-mouse attitude where victory is guaranteed and no one can escape:
"If you have any other means, just use it."
Zhao Duan felt moved and said:
"You are also testing me. You are worried that I have a trump card that can kill you, so you have never killed me. You want to force me to take the initiative to reveal all the trump cards."
The Dharma God did not deny it.
Zhao Duan sighed, the "leader of the Dharma God Sect" who was the pinnacle of the world and a half-step celestial being was indeed not something he could deal with now.
In a life-and-death crisis, knowing the other party's intentions, he could only call Pei Niannu in his heart.
However, as soon as the familiar "coming" breath emerged, it was suddenly interrupted by some kind of force.
Summoning failed!
Pei Niannu cannot come to reality!
"There is no need to try. The 'Martial God' of the royal family of the Yu Kingdom can be possessed by a god. I naturally have a way to break it. It seems that this is your last resort." The smile on the middle-aged warlock's mouth widened.
At this moment, Zhao Duan actually had the idea that "this should be the case". How could such a strong man who was half a step into a celestial being be unprepared?
For now, it seems that the only way left is to crush the teleportation gem in your hand. But facing a warlock who controls "space", can teleportation be escaped? Will it also be blocked? Or...
Even if he was teleported away, with his bad luck at hand, would he... Zhao Duan suddenly couldn't think of any resistance. He slowly closed his eyes after witnessing the palm sent by the middle-aged warlock that could kill him. .
Prepare to fight to the death.
However, just when his eyelids were about to close, Zhao Duan suddenly felt a lightness on his body for no reason, as if some kind of force that had been entangled in him for more than seven days finally dissipated.
He saw a golden light coming from the sky, like a golden shooting star.
When we first saw it, it was far away in the horizon, but in the blink of an eye, it was already close to our eyes.
Layers of golden light surged violently, guarding a deserted line of dust, and a graceful and majestic female figure descended from the gray dark clouds.
Zhao Duan opened his eyes wide and was surprised to see clearly the appearance of the person coming:
There are no words of praise in the world to describe it enough.
Her skin is as white as snow, with three thousand blue hairs flowing like a waterfall, and a pale golden seal pattern lights up between her eyebrows, which is bright and eye-catching.
She was dressed in white, with an ancient sword under her feet.
The blade of the sword tears the air, and the tip opens a cone-shaped air shield to block the strong wind.
The end trailed in the clouds, leaving behind a gray-white turbulence, just like the thin white lines that Zhao Duan saw in his previous life when airplanes passed through the clouds and stayed on the flight path.
She approached the ground in the blink of an eye. She was in mid-air. With a twist of her wrist, Qingfeng jumped up from her feet and handed the hilt of the sword into the woman's hand. A pair of dazzling clear eyes looked down indifferently at the "Dharma God" below.
Empress of Dayu, Xu Zhenguan!
"The Empress..."
The middle-aged Dharma God turned his head and looked back in astonishment, murmuring in his mouth, and a look of deduction flashed in his eyes. He seemed to understand something immediately, and sighed:
"Life should not be cut off."
He did not try to kill Zhao Duan by force, because the moment the empress arrived, Pei Ran's invisible energy was firmly locked in his heart.
As long as he delayed even half a breath, the Tai'a Sword would be enough to penetrate his heart and kill him here.
The "Dharma God" didn't hesitate. When he turned around, he crossed his arms and layers of phantoms appeared around him, as if countless of him were superimposed on each other at this moment.
At this moment, he hid himself behind many layers of space gaps. "Anyone who offends our ministers of Yu State will die!"
Xu Zhenguan was extremely indifferent. The moment she spoke, the sky within a ten-mile radius shook. The space between heaven and earth was filled with sword energy. She dropped the hilt of the sword with her white fingers and pinched out a sword formula.
His fingers drew a semicircle in mid-air, and the Tai'a Sword was also pulled by the Qi machine, passing between the sky and the earth. In the huge forest, all the vegetation was covered with weapons.
"Go!"
Xu Zhenguan pointed his finger at the "Dharma God" in the air, and the Tai'a Sword enveloped the sky with murderous intent and turned into a stream of light, illuminating the world for a moment.
"Boom!"
The sword edge broke through the sound barrier, like a rainbow, "nailing" the leader of the Dharma God Sect into the earth!
Zhao Duan was blown away by the air wave, and he turned several somersaults in mid-air before falling to the ground. When he stood up dizzy, he saw a huge pit in the forest in front of him.
At the bottom of the pit is the Tai'a sword pierced into the soil.
There was no "Dharma God" at the bottom of the pit, only a large piece of torn gray robe and a large pool of bright red blood.
Ran away? Did Zhenbao not be able to keep him? Yes, this guy is probably really close to the "pseudo-celestial being", and Zhenbao is also not a complete "celestial being"... plus the space magic he is good at, it is indeed extremely difficult to keep.
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As Zhao Duan's thoughts flickered, he saw the Tai'a sword at the bottom of the pit trembling, then pulled it out with a swish, flew back to the hand of the empress who was as if a goddess had descended into the world, and thrust himself into the scabbard in her hand.
"Your Majesty..." Zhao Duan opened his mouth, "Why are you here? Isn't it still far from Jianning Mansion..."
Xu Zhenguan's consciousness swept over him and he made sure that his pet dog was not injured. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and said:
"After this, how is the situation here?"
Only then did Zhao Duan remember that Lao Hai and the others were still fighting hard at the back, so he quickly explained.
Xu Zhenguan raised his eyebrows, held the sword in one hand, and grabbed his belt with the other, soaring into the air with him, and following Zhao Duan's direction, they galloped towards the mountains and forests where the Dharma God Sect was stationed.
Halfway through, he saw a large group of people in the forest, led by the old eunuch in python robes, gathering together and heading towards them.
When the two sides met, Eunuch Hai was also stunned, and then thought of the golden light in the sky that he had just seen from a distance, and showed a clear expression: "I have met your Majesty."
Behind the old eunuch, the rest of the people also saluted: "See you, Your Majesty!"
Zhao Duan touched the ground with his feet and glanced around, finding that Tang Jinzhong, Song Jinxi, Lang Shiba, Ji Yue and other familiar people were there.
Many people in the Wugong Hall were injured, but there was no obvious reduction in numbers.
"Where are the warlocks from the Dharma God Sect?" the empress asked.
Song Jinxi hurriedly replied:
"Back to Your Majesty, in order to cover Zhao Shaobao's departure, we fought with the sorcerers. After Shaobao left, the leader of the Dharma God Sect also fought and suddenly disappeared.
The group of warlocks had no intention of fighting, and suddenly turned around and ran away. We were worried about Mr. Zhao's safety, so we did not pursue him, but came to rescue him. ”
Tang Jinzhong carried a knocked out warlock and said in a muffled voice: "We also have three or four warlocks left."
He pointed at the several warlocks in the team who were being carried, either knocked unconscious or beaten to the point of death.
Zhao Duan was not surprised and said:
"This group of warlocks just had the advantage of ambush. If we really fight, they are no match for us. The Dharma God sent the leader to intercept and kill me, and the rest will naturally run away. Your Majesty, maybe we can catch up?"
The empress suddenly looked into the distance, a faint light piercing her beautiful eyes. After a moment, she shook her head and said:
"There should be a teleportation array hidden nearby. They have all run away. Don't chase the bandits, in case the tigers are lured away from the mountain and something happens in the city. Go back to the city first."
Zhao Du Anxin nodded with lingering fear: "Yes."
Immediately, he remembered something again and explained:
"Your Majesty, I may be unlucky now..."
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In a mountain valley bottom.
The ground covered with yellow leaves suddenly lit up with a strange formation beam, and a huge circular formation lit up and then went out.
A large group of magicians from the Dharma God Sect appeared in the forest. Some fell down, tended to their wounds, or looked around cautiously.
The body refining warlock Xiongba covered his body covered in blood, and the warlock's robe was almost torn to pieces.
He sat down on the ground and turned around to see the little fat man holding the "ghost flag" with several holes in his hands distressedly. He couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Why don't you die?"
The little fat man became angry and sarcastically said: "Aren't you still alive?"
"Okay, it's safe for now. Fortunately, the leader is proficient in teleportation techniques and has made arrangements in advance, otherwise it would be really dangerous..." The wretched old Taoist priest counted the inventory of talismans in his robe and sighed:
"Fortunately, the leader arrived early today, otherwise we would have been in danger, and it would be really hard to get along with this group of ministers."
Everyone sighed, and some people worried:
"I wonder what happened to the leader."
As he finished speaking, a nearby stone suddenly bulged, and the "man in the stone" emerged from it and said to everyone:
"The leader has told me to hide in the mountains and forests for the time being and recuperate, and I will take revenge soon."
The warlocks had a backbone and breathed a sigh of relief.
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Prince Jing's Mansion.
In a pavilion, Prince Jing Xu Wen was playing chess with his princess today.
Lu Yan'er was not good at Go. Even if she gave up three pieces to Prince Jing, she was still defeated in the middle game and surrendered.
"If you were so undisciplined today, you should have lasted until the end." Prince Jing glanced at the princess and said calmly.
Princess Lu, who was elegant and quiet in front of outsiders but habitually cold-faced in private, said calmly:
"I'm wondering whether Zhao Duan is dead or not."
Prince Jing stared at the princess for a few times and smiled:
"I know that you were seriously injured in the last battle at Huting, and you are evil-hearted and resentful. Counting the days, the curse has been on for seven days today. Now after noon, the power of the curse should have disappeared, and the man named Zhao should also die of illness. , I have sent people to keep an eye on it and report back immediately if there is any news.”
Lu Yaner lowered her head silently and picked up the chess pieces on the wooden chessboard:
"Just the white-clothed warlock in the house? I think you are still reluctant to give up. Didn't you say that you have mobilized many warlocks here, why don't we take action together?"
King Jing did not doubt his existence and sighed:
"The magicians of the Dharma God Sect are not under the control of this king. They only take orders from the person who calls himself the 'Dharma God'."
Lu Yan'er said casually: "Then why don't you ask the Dharma God to take action? Isn't Zhao Duan a serious concern of yours?"
Prince Jing shook his head and said:
"The God of Dharma is not in Jianning yet, and he will arrive in the next two days. It is said that his cultivation level is close to that of a pseudo-celestial being. He is on par with Hai Chunlin, who only had green mountains on his body when he was at his peak in the past. If there is such a person to help..."< br>
Lu Yaner paused in picking up the chess pieces, a solemn look flashed in her eyes, and said without leaving any trace:
"The empress is about to be enthroned. At this time, you asked the Dharma God to be sent over... I don't care what you want to do, but are you really not afraid that the empress will kill you directly?"
Prince Jing shook his head and said: "She won't know it. The closer she is to becoming a Zen monk, the less likely she will be."
Suddenly, the Crown Prince Xu Jinglong hurried over, but before anyone arrived, he shouted:
"Father! Something bad happened. The spy reported that Zhao Duan is not dead, and he is not in the Caoyun Yamen. Someone witnessed him taking Hai Zongfeng and others out of the city, running... running..."
"Where are you running?"
Prince Jing stood up abruptly, stared at him and asked.
Xu Jinglong glanced at Princess Lu who was silently picking up the chess pieces, and said:
"He's running towards the Dharma God Sect."
Prince Jing's face suddenly became as dark as water. He stood in the pavilion and paced back and forth, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly walked out of the pavilion.
"Father? Where are you going?" Xu Jinglong hurriedly followed.
Prince Jing did not answer, but walked straight towards the attic in the mansion, where the conjurer of the white-clothed door had continued to practice in the past few days.
The seven-day period has passed, and it stands to reason that the ongoing curse will have ended after noon.
However, just as the father and son walked down to the attic, suddenly, they heard a sharp and dull whistling in the air.
Prince Jing and Xu Jinglong raised their heads, their pupils suddenly narrowed, and they saw the Tai'a Sword wrapped in golden light whistling towards them in the dark sky.
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