Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 538 Could it be a tigress?
Under the city of Heyin, the flags and banners of the Great Army of the Wei State were flying around, covering the sky and the sun.

Tens of thousands of troops surrounded them with an earth-shattering momentum.

On the city wall, Feng Kuang, the deputy privy envoy of the State of Su, stood leaning on the top of the wall, watching the rebels of the defending country pouring in like a tide below.

The surrounding Soviet generals and soldiers had already bowed their bows, their knives were out of their sheaths, and they looked at the generals and soldiers below indifferently, without fear or excitement.

This is the soldier of a hundred battles, the silent killing machine.

"Beat the drum!" Feng Kuang yelled heavily, and the general guarding beside him went to the rear.

dong dong...

Accompanied by the deafening sound of beating drums, on the city wall of Heyin, the generals and soldiers of the State of Su were waiting.

When the guards' shouts of killing approached, and the guards resisting the ladder got close to the city wall, Feng Kuang yelled, "Let go!"

Whizzing……

The arrows are like locusts, and it rains for a while.

Not to mention the attack and defense of the Su and Wei armies under the city wall, but above the Honghe River.

The soldiers of the state of Jin, in blue uniforms and iron armor, set up a pontoon bridge and came meanderingly.

On the other side of the Hong River, on the chariot, Dangxiong, the county captain of the Jin Dynasty, accompanied a middle-aged general who was over forty years old. Recommendation, lead the troops here.

"Qu Sima, Marquis Su is on the other side. It is protected by [-] Soviet troops. Now our army has come in double, with a large number of people, and we are attacked by two guards. This Marquis Su has been captured by Master Sima!" Dangxiong, the county lieutenant, complimented with a smile.

Qu Kuan frowned, and said: "Dangjun Lieutenant, since leading the army, this Marquis Su has never been defeated. Even Zhao Gong has been frustrated by him. How can he be so easy to deal with? From the perspective of my commander, this Marquis Su probably won't be defeated. There is some kind of trick."

Dang Xiong's expression froze, he cupped his hands and said, "What Qu Sima said is true."

Qu Kuan said in a deep voice: "Order the generals to speed up the crossing of the river, and take care of each other from all directions, so as to prevent the Soviet army from attacking halfway through."

On the side of the Jin army, the speed of crossing the river was indeed accelerated.

At that time, Su Zhao, Taizhen Headmaster Qiu Xian, and Li Luyu stood together on the Hong River, hiding their bodies.

As for An An, she turned into a palm-sized white cat at the moment, hiding in Li Luyu's wide Taoist robe sleeves, blinking a pair of clear sapphire eyes, thinking, "Why does Daoist Li have a shining aura on him?" ? Could it be..."

This is the unexpected strategy that Su Zhao and Qiu Xian discussed. Later, he and Qiu Xian will fight against Ying Ziyi's master and apprentice, and An An will use Li Luyu's unparalleled concealment technique to wait for the leader of Tianxing to sacrifice the White Tiger Formation After the picture, seek again.

Seeing the Jin army crossing the river, Su Zhao said to Qiu Xian, the elder Taizhen who was beside him, through voice transmission with his spiritual thoughts, "Senior Qiu, if I destroy the pontoon bridge with the method of water attack, then Ying Ziyi and his disciples will definitely come out to obstruct it." , I will ask Senior Qiu to help me when the time comes."

Qiu Xian nodded slightly and said, "Su Hou just do what he can."

Seeing this, Su Zhao didn't delay, and moved the water god talisman with his mind to echo the water spirit of the Honghe River.

It has to be said that with the opening of the Immortal Dynasty, the inspiration between heaven and earth has become more and more abundant. It is more convenient for Su Zhao to sense the water spirit of the Honghe at this moment than before.

With the thoughts in his mind, the originally quiet Honghe seemed to be blowing up a gust of wind, and the waves were turbulent, slapping towards the pontoon bridge with great force.

boom……

Accompanied by exclamations, the pontoon bridge was smashed into pieces by the surging water waves, and many generals and schools of the Jin Kingdom were seen falling from the pontoon bridge like dumplings.

"The king of the Su kingdom is not afraid of heaven's punishment if he uses supernatural powers indiscriminately?" At this moment, a mysterious cloud floated in the distance, and above it, Ying Ziyi and his teacher, the leader of heaven punishment, appeared.

Su Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Ying Ziyi.

This son of the Qin State was dressed in a black gold embroidered robe, with a tall and straight figure, but his face was dark and his lips were slightly thin, and he looked at Su Zhao coldly.

The Heavenly Punishment Sect Master at the side looked at Su Zhao coldly, let out a deep drink, and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Qiu is here, why bother to hide his head!"

Qiu Xian snorted coldly, and appeared next to Su Zhao, looked at the leader of Tianxing with indifference, and said, "Young Daoist Sun, the leader of the Immortal Dynasty, it seems that he is not afraid of the punishment of humanity."

The leader of Tianxing said with a contemptuous smile: "You three religions have always boasted that you obey the heavens and obey your destiny. Now that the human world is flourishing, you will praise the stinky feet of the first master of the immortal dynasty, but I don't have such a habit."

When Qiu Xian heard this, his eyes turned cold.

Among the orthodox sects of Taoism, the leader of Tian Xing did not "speak harsh words" to all the suzerains of Xuanmen, but only when facing the three true sects.

The two sides are not speculative, so they attack each other with magical powers.

The leader of Tianxing took the first step, took off the black iron ax in the black belt around his waist, and saw the strange light of the ax, shining in the world, and saw a series of sharp lights, criss-crossing, and beheaded towards Qiu Xian.

Qiu Xian's blue Taoist robe fluttered with the wind, and he held the dust whisk lightly in his hand, and the blue air swirled into a ball, and he moved towards the ax light to resist.

On this side, the two fought against each other.

Su Zhao also looked at Ying Ziyi at this moment, with a cold light in his eyes, and said, "Brother Ying, are you here all right?"

The Ying Ziyi in front of him didn't even enter the divine photo, he was only in the Golden Core realm, if he could kill him with one sword, how much trouble would be saved in the future!

With this in mind, the Xinghong Excalibur in his palm unsheathed, and the ice-cold sword energy struck towards Ying Ziyi.

Ying Ziyi's face was indifferent, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Suddenly, an umbrella embroidered with a five-clawed black dragon appeared all over his body. On the umbrella, black light flowed, and thousands of profound energy hung down.

The sword light slashed down and landed on the umbrella, making the sound of gold and iron.

It must be known that the sword in Su Zhao's palm is a flying fairy-level divine weapon, and the canopy is so hard!
Su Zhao's eyes flickered, thinking in his heart.

"Could it be that this is Qin's luck? But Qin is still preparing for the establishment of the Immortal Dynasty."

What Su Zhao didn't know was that this was a body-protecting treasure specially refined by Ying Ziyi's master to extract Qin's luck with a secret method.

Speaking of it, it is still the same as before. Qin Wang Yingyang thought that the world was changeable, and a man could practice the law of longevity, so his mind was floating. Ying Ziyi hurried back to Xianyang, and with the help of his teacher, the leader of Tianxing, he got it after playing with King Qin "Welfare".

Inheriting the luck of the three thousand miles of mountains and rivers in the Qin Kingdom, he was supported by tens of millions of people. The luck was pumped to form a black dragon luck umbrella with secret methods, protecting Ying Ziyi from being killed by immortals.

"Even though I have luck to protect my body, it's not without price. Every time I slash, my luck wears away... not to mention, if I were suppressed by Xianding's luck, how could he stop it?"

With this in mind, Su Zhao drew out the sword even faster, and the momentum of slashing towards Ying Ziyi became more and more like a violent storm.

Sure enough, Ying Ziyi's face showed a dignified look, and he dodged backwards.

Before he knew it, he had reached the center of the Hong River.

Suddenly, a deep shout sounded in midair, "Arrogance!"

Following the cold snort of the leader of Tianxing, as far as the eye can see, the light of Gengjin from all directions suddenly appeared, sharp and dazzling, soaring into the sky.

It is still the battle of the white tiger lore!

At this time, due to the close distance, Su Zhao could see the shape of the formation more clearly than last night. On the formation, the spiritual light was like water, condensing with true energy into a huge, savage white tiger. A pair of blue sapphire eyes, crystal clear.

When the four eyes met, Su Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and murmured: "Couldn't this be a tigress?"

He has been with tigers a lot, and he can tell what a tigress looks like from some of his expressions.

In terms of appearance alone, the white tiger in this picture is undoubtedly a female tiger.

"An'an's blood is probably inherited from the spirit of the white tiger."

Su Zhao thought about it.

After this thought tossed and turned in his heart, Su Zhao didn't get too entangled.

Gein, at this moment the sharp gold energy has been strangled.

And in the same way, Su Zhao's body was filled with colorful auspicious light, almost condensed into the shape of an umbrella in the breath, no matter in terms of weather or power, compared with Ying Ziyi, it is like the difference between cloud and mud .

This is the atmosphere of the Lord of the Immortal Dynasty!

The spirit strangled and landed on the canopy, except for arousing the light to shuttle back and forth like a firefly, it couldn't do any harm.

Su Zhao frowned, his eyes deep.

But he felt the consumption of human luck. Although it was insignificant and not as wasteful as Ying Ziyi's black dragon luck just now, the consumption was real.

Holding the Xinghong Sword in his hand, Su Zhao slashed towards the four spirits. At the same time, Qingyun was faintly visible on the altar, and a tripod shadow was looming.

"Since the ancient four spirits are under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, I don't know if they can be subdued by the cauldron of the Emperor of Heaven..."

(End of this chapter)