Fu Qingyang swooped down from the city wall, and at this moment, he seemed to merge with the Jade Dragon Sword. So much so that in the eyes of the watching soldiers, he disappeared, leaving only that stunning light.

The powerful sword energy contained in the Jade Dragon Sword distorted the surrounding air, causing Yang Zhou, who was diving down, to appear with the ripples produced by a meteor rubbing against the atmosphere.

With eight arms flailing, Tuoba Guanghe faced the sword light that seemed to be able to split the heavens and the earth. His four hands suddenly clasped together, clamping down on Yang Ce's sword.

He was shocked to discover that Yang Ce's power was not what it used to be, and he felt an insurmountable force.

Fu Qingyang pressed Tuoba Guanghe down abruptly, landing with a loud crash.

He remained in a slanted flying posture, as if transformed into a flying sword, sliding Tuoba Guanghe along with him.

With a tearing sound, Tuoba Guanghe's military boots were ripped apart, and his dark feet, gleaming with metallic luster like iron, carved two deep marks on the blood-stained official road.

The two advanced and retreated, sliding for dozens of zhang.

One of Tuoba Guanghe's palms was scorched by the sword energy, dripping with blood, the skin torn open. The tip of the sword pierced his chest little by little, although it did not break through his tough skin, the stinging pain was real.

Tuoba Guanghe's pupils lit up with scarlet runes, attempting to influence the opponent's mind and will through "bewitchment," but as soon as the runes lit up, a deafening drum sound came from his ears.

The newly formed runes instantly collapsed, and he felt a sense of escape and timidity again, his fighting spirit damaged.

Tuoba Guanghe realized that it was not that Yang Ce had become stronger, but that he had become weaker. The drum sound shook people's hearts, both deterring the spirit and eliminating fighting spirit, and also affecting the operation of spiritual power, substantially weakening combat power.

After stepping into the Grandmaster realm, Tuoba Guanghe abandoned most of the spells he had learned in the past, because in his opinion, the attack of any spell could not be as powerful as his full blow in the form of a mighty three-headed, eight-armed Dharmakaya.

There were too many so-called unique skills and secret techniques in the Jianghu, but in the final analysis, they could not escape the word "force."

In the eyes of this peerless master, there was no such thing as deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces. Since ancient times, every cultivator had been seeking power, and they only believed in "one force defeats ten skills."

It was just that the forms they took were different!

Therefore, cultivating the physical body was the grand path that Tuoba Guanghe believed in. Let him be strong, I will break all techniques with one force!

With muscles bulging all over his body and veins bulging, Tuoba Guanghe suddenly released his four palms, allowing the long sword containing abundant sword energy to resist his skin and pierce his flesh by three inches.

He let out a deep roar, and eight palms struck the spine of the sword simultaneously.

"Crack!" The Jade Dragon Sword, which had accompanied Fu Qingyang for a while, shattered inch by inch. Seizing the moment when the enemy lost his weapon, Tuoba Guanghe stepped forward, and the ground shook with a loud thud.

Eight hands formed into fists, either hooks or straight punches, cannon punches or divine punches, enveloping Fu Qingyang. The eight fists punched empty at the same time, and a piercing and loud sound wave exploded in the void.

The moment his sword broke, Fu Qingyang洞察察敵人的想法, seemingly险险的避開了, 八拳合击。

其实都在预料之中，是必然之事, Yanshi's melee ability, although not as good as the ancient war god,天地神仙，趴在地上的蝼蚁, but as a high-output, low-defense profession, how can he play melee with thick-skinned professions without some life-saving skills...

Fu Qingyang flew backwards more than ten meters, swiped his hands in the void, and a handful of half-arm-long flying swords lay across the air. Then, he flicked them out one by one.

"咻咻.........."

Flying swords crisscrossed and shot towards the enemy in different directions. Tuoba Guanghe's eight arms manifested illusory weapons, and he swung the weapons so tightly that they were impenetrable. The sound of "ding ding" was endless, knocking away the flying swords that were interspersed.

Fu Qingyang leaped into the air, rotating sideways. With each rotation, the force accumulated by one point. Six half-arm-length flying swords automatically flew back, connecting end to end to form a three-meter-long whip.

With a whip, Tuoba Guanghe crossed his eight arms in the sky.

Each sword whip disintegrated, and the sword energy contained within scattered into sword rain, creating dense raindrops on Tuoba Guanghe's head, face, and shoulders, oozing out beads of blood.

Tuoba Guanghe puffed out his cheeks and spat out a large amount of viscous and dense fog. With his status, the fog could cover a hundred miles, and the entire capital could be included. Ordinary strong winds could not disperse the fog that filled a hundred miles.

When attacking the city, Tuoba Guanghe did not actively swallow the thick fog, because the Grandmaster-level fog had the effects of blinding the five senses, causing hallucinations, and slight toxins, and these effects were indiscriminate.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the Mist Lord would be affected.

Now, however, he had no scruples. The thick fog spread rapidly, rushing towards the wasteland and city walls.

Suddenly, a sound like "嘩啦啦激流" sounded, and a large river appeared outside the city. The river water gathered into a river, and the river water was surging, setting off waves higher than the city walls.

Fu Qingyang, holding a pitch-black seal, stood in the surging waves, unmoving. The river water separated the fog, causing it to float on the surface of the water.

The Mist Lord's abilities of teleportation and assimilation in the fog were immediately rendered useless.

Tuoba Guanghe flew high into the sky, stepping on the void, his eyes gloomy as he looked down at Fu Qingyang in the water, but he was helpless.

The prop in Fu Qingyang's hand was Cai Qinhe's River Earl Seal, a rule-based Dao item.

This item could exert its true power in the hands of a water ghost, but here, it was more than enough to restrain the thick fog.

"You think you can become a shrinking turtle, and this commander will have no way to deal with you?" Tuoba Guanghe plunged into the water!

Not long after, a muffled thunder-like roar came from the water, and the turbid waves emptied, rolling back dozens of zhang. The entire river seemed to be turned upside down. After another quarter of an hour, the thick fog that filled the city and outside the city dissipated, and the water level also dropped rapidly. The two overlords withdrew their domains at the same time. Tuoba Guanghe was naturally restricted, and Fu Qingyang's flying swords, swordsmanship, and sword energy were also disturbed underwater, unable to exert their full power.

The two sides fought again on the muddy official road, abandoning fancy skills and props, and fighting for their lives in melee combat. Tuoba Guanghe's fist power howled in the wilderness. Occasionally, a fist hit the city wall, causing exaggerated cracks. Fu Qingyang's sword energy was the same, and the scattered sword energy cut the city wall, causing rocks to roll down.

The top of the city was empty. The defenders had retreated to the bottom of the city. Many had died in the thick fog before, and then they were affected by the battle between the two, causing a large number of casualties.

In the end, Tuoba Guanghe used the bewitchment eye to cause the soldiers to collectively go mad.

The real battle of gods affected the innocent!

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing kept drumming and drumming. Only by keeping the drums sounding non-stop could this battle continue.

After repelling Yang Ce with a powerful punch, Tuoba Guanghe pinched the blood on his chest, his voice mixed with contempt in the power of his voice. Swordsmen pay attention to quick battles and quick decisions. Once they are caught in a bitter battle, they will lose their sharpness and thwart their edge....

"Your sword energy is weakening, Yang Ce. Even with the help of the drum sound, you can't kill me! And this commander can easily exhaust you."

Qingyang was already fighting the strong with the weak, and the other party was an ancient war god with endless strength. Even if the drum sound suppressed him and he did not return to his peak, it would still be extremely difficult to defeat and kill him. This was the ninth-level overlord.

The higher the level, the more difficult it is to cross levels. What's more, the ninth level is close to the ceiling of The Way of the Extraordinary.

Tuoba Guanghe ran wildly, launching a charge towards Fu Qingyang. The simple and plain offensive method gave people a scene of facing thousands of troops charging.

If it were another profession, they would definitely choose to evade and retreat, not daring to face its sharpness, but Fu Qingyang insisted on fighting head-on. He would not allow himself to retreat. If he retreated, he would not be Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang pinched the sword art with both hands, and flying swords came whistling, connected end to end, gathering into a straight line. On the yuan line, gods and ghosts would avoid it.

Tuoba Guanghe crashed into the tip of the sword. At this moment, the drum sound suddenly stopped.

On the city wall, Zhang Yuanqing's Yintang turned black, and a decadent and obscure aura condensed on his forehead. His aura declined rapidly, his Qi and blood weakened, sweat flowed from his armpits, his body was stinky, and the five declines of heaven and man!

His expression was exhausted, and his price appeared.

Bang bang!

Flying swords broke one after another. The divine weapon that cuts iron like mud could not pierce the forehead bone of this first warrior of the Northern Dynasty.

Tuoba Guanghe, whose aura soared, advanced bravely, instantly killing Fu Qingyang. He punched out, and the air exploded.

The sudden change caught Fu Qingyang off guard. In a hurry, he gathered his sword energy and condensed it at his fingertips, pointing towards the oncoming fist.

With a loud bang, the shock wave spread like a landslide, shaking the city walls and causing them to crack and tremble.

Qingyang, whose sword finger exploded into minced meat, flew backwards, his arms drooping weakly.

That punch not only shattered his arms, but the force of the fist also vibrated his heart meridians.

How could Tuoba Guanghe let go of this flaw? The killing intent and excitement in his eyes suddenly appeared. He transformed into a black shadow, following like a shadow, and was about to take the life of Yang Ce while taking advantage of the opportunity.

"咚!"

The drum sound rang again.

Tuoba Guanghe's spiritual power was stagnant, his chest's Qi and blood surged, and the rhythm of the attack was suddenly interrupted.

Fu Qingyang flipped in the air, stabilized his body, and grabbed three tubes of life source liquid from his inventory, swallowing it directly with his steel teeth and glass slag mixed together.

His arms creaked, bones connected, and flesh regenerated.

"咚!咚!咚!"

The drum sound on the city head was loud, shaking dozens of miles. The emperor who was drumming was bleeding from all seven orifices, and thick blood was constantly flowing down from the corners of his mouth, hanging on his chest and abdomen.

"Can you hold on?" Fu Qingyang asked while pulling away.

Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache. When he heard the words, he forced out an ugly and distorted smile and shouted, "I said, the emperor guards the country, and the king dies for the state. The king does not joke!"

Qingyang said, "Okay! I'll kill him within half an hour!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands again and pressed down.

Tuoba Guanghe sneered: "No matter how many soldier puppets there are, what's the point for our level!"

He suddenly shut up.

Four figures broke through the air, namely a woman holding a pot wearing a gorgeous red dress, a cold and beautiful woman wearing a black gauze dress, a strong man with dark red hair wearing a green robe, and that Yin spirit wearing strange clothes.

Four overlord-level soldier puppets, Fu Qingyang gently spat out a sword Qi, "Tuoba, with the six grandmasters joining forces, your death is well deserved."

The first half was just a warm-up, just delaying time. He had been waiting for the three overlords to resolve the corpse curse.

The national teacher's curse technique was strong, but after all, it was just a magic trick. The caster was dead, and the power would gradually weaken, and the cursed were all overlord strengths. It was only a matter of time before the tyrannical power resolved the curse.

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