Creation Color Master

Seeing Ma Yuan coming to kill them, Zhang Qing and Hua Rong rushed out with spears.

Ma Yuan looked at the two people coming towards him with cold eyes and tightened the long sword in his hand.

"Ding"

The weapons collided, Zhang Qing. Hua Rong suddenly felt a huge impact from the weapon, causing his palm to sting slightly.

The two looked at each other and could both sense caution in each other's eyes. Although they could kill ordinary enemies of the same realm with one blow, they still underestimated the cultivators who had entered the second realm.

Ma Yuan on the side was also surprised. You know, now that he has stepped into the second level of body-building stage and started to use spiritual power to refine his body, his strength has long surpassed that of ordinary people.

When the first attack failed, the two men quickly twisted around and stabbed Ma Yuan's vital points with two spears again.

In this way, the three of them formed a corner with each other and fought several times in a short period of time.

Watching the two men fighting with him, Ma Yuan was shocked but secretly increased the strength of his hands.

The two felt the powerful impact from the weapons, but they did not dare to be careless at all and blocked Ma Yuan's attack.

"Boom"

Zhang Qing swung his sword towards Hua Rong, but was knocked back a step by the huge force along with his horse.

Taking advantage of the gap, Hua Rong thrust out the spear in his hand and stabbed directly at Ma Yuan's arm that was holding the sword.

"thorn"

The sharp spear tip immediately pierced through the armor and broke through Ma Yuan's physical defense.

Although the weapon in Hua Rong's hand was a spiritual weapon, it only left a small wound and did not cause much damage.

Feeling the stinging pain in his arm, Ma Yuan reached out and grasped Hua Rong's spear. At the same time, he held the knife in one hand and slashed the knife from bottom to top with his backhand.

Hua Rong quickly pulled back the spear, but Ma Yuan held it tightly in his hand.

Just as the long sword was about to cut through his body, Zhang Qing's spear followed closely and directly knocked the long sword off course.

Taking this opportunity, Hua Rong jumped up, supported himself on the horse's back with one hand, and kicked Ma Yuan hard with both feet, kicking Ma Yuan back a step.

On the battlefield, the three men separated and looked at each other solemnly.

Ma Yuan was so furious, in front of the army behind him, he, a second-level cultivator, actually fought back and forth with two first-level cultivators. If his companions knew about this when he got back, it would be a lifetime shame.

So Ma Yuan used his supernatural powers.

"Magic Power - Blood Boiling"

Suddenly, Ma Yuan's blood and energy rose, and even his power increased a little.

Zhang Qing and Hua Rong knew that they were no longer a match for Ma Yuan and would be killed sooner or later if they continued like this.

Then, both of them used their magical powers.

"Magic Power - Tianying Star God"

"Magic Power - Heavenly Swift Star God"

Suddenly, two rays of star power descended from the dark sky and fell into the bodies of the two men.

The cultivation of the two seemed to have made another breakthrough and entered the second realm.

Ma Yuan felt pressured when he saw this. He had not expected that the two of them had such magical powers that they could actually improve his realm.

Zhang Qing and Hua Rong felt their bodies filled with strength and their confidence doubled. They immediately rode their horses and charged towards Ma Yuan with their spears.

The three generals fought again, and the fierce battle stirred up clouds of dust.

Even the tens of thousands of soldiers in the distance were terrified. In their eyes, they only saw that the blows of their own general's sword were stronger than the last, and the strikes of the spears in the hands of the two enemy generals were faster than the last.

Zhang Qing and Hua Rong were firing at full power. They worked in perfect harmony with each other and used their full strength to activate the spiritual weapons in their hands, as if they had transformed into two dragons, one red and one white.

"puff"

Zhang Qing succeeded in another strike, leaving a wound on Ma Yuan's left chest.

This made Ma Yuan, who was on horseback, pause. Hua Rong, who was standing beside him, seized the opportunity and struck a direct blow that swept through the enemy troops, hitting Ma Yuan hard on the back.

"puff"

Suddenly, Ma Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. Regardless of the pain, he swung the long knife in his hand towards the horses' legs under the two men.

The two were forced to retreat. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Yuan quickly left the battlefield, shouting, "Retreat, retreat quickly."

Seeing this, the cavalrymen lying in ambush in the woods rushed out one after another and headed straight for the retreating army.

Zhang Qing and Hua Rong looked at each other, one drew his bow and the other threw a stone, aiming at the back of the retreating Ma Yuan.

"Magic Power - Golden Bow Flying Feather"

"Magic Power - Flying Phoenix Meteor"

Every arrow and every stone flew straight to Ma Yuan's back.

Ma Yuan, who was fleeing, never expected the sneak attack by the two men, nor did he expect that the two men were not only excellent in spear skills, but also in archery.

"what"

After a scream, Ma Yuan fell off his horse and died.

The two men didn't even look at Ma Yuan's body, and directly led 6,000 light cavalry to charge at the fleeing enemy troops.

A feast of killing began.

Chu Mo, who was far away in the Giant Forest, seemed to have sensed something. He saw a large number of military spiritualities gathering in the Yin-Yang Living Beings Map.

At this time, Yan Yonghe, who was riding on the Netherworld Chariot, sat upright in a corner of the chariot, holding an ink-colored medicine box in his hand and constantly taking out elixirs, accompanied by his deep thoughts.

The ghost was standing by, driving the chariot seriously, and turning back from time to time to look in the direction of Yan Yonghe.

After learning from the ghost that the Seventh Prince was poisoned, Yan Yonghe began to prepare some basic detoxifying elixirs, so that after his own consultation, he could add other appropriate elixirs to the basic elixirs.

Soon, the shadow of the imperial capital came into sight, which meant that they were almost there.

The ghost shadow drove the Nether Chariot a little faster again, leaving a white mark in the sky, as if the sky was cut in half.

Soon, the Netherworld Chariot landed steadily on a square. The ghost immediately came to Yan Yonghe and said, "Doctor Yan, the emperor and empress are waiting for you in the seventh prince's bedroom. Come with me."

Yan Yonghe followed the ghost, strolling leisurely without looking around, as if he had not come to the imperial palace but to his own back garden.

Soon, a middle-aged man and woman wearing dragon and phoenix robes appeared in front of him. The ghost knelt on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, I have successfully found Doctor Yan and brought him back."

Yan Yonghe, who was following behind him, just glanced at him and was about to kneel down to pay his respects when the queen said directly, "Wait a minute, Doctor Yan. You don't have to kneel down. The prince's life is hanging by a thread. All these rituals are waived. Please go in and see the prince's condition first."

Yan Yonghe nodded and said, "Okay, please lead the way."

The queen hurriedly led Yan Yonghe into the bedroom, and what she saw was a pale, bloodless young man. When she saw the person lying on the bed, Yan Yonghe frowned slightly, as if he had seen something.

The Queen's eyes were filled with heartache, and she said to Yan Yonghe, "Excuse me, come and see what's wrong with my prince."

Yan Yonghe smiled softly and said, "Don't worry, Queen. Wait for me to diagnose the Seventh Prince, and then you will know what's going on."

After saying that, he came to the bed, first looked at the pupils and tongue, then put one hand on the wrist, feeling the condition inside the body.

After a few breaths, Yan Yonghe had confirmed his judgment.

Seeing Yan Yonghe standing up and finishing the diagnosis, the queen hurried forward and asked, "How is my son, doctor? Can he be cured?"

Yan Yonghe said seriously, "Empress, the health of the Seventh Prince cannot be delayed any longer. Please order someone to prepare two silver basins and send them over. At the same time, ask everyone in the bedroom to leave. The sooner the better."

The queen asked seriously, "Does this palace want to go out too?"

Yan Yonghe said seriously: "In order to facilitate the treatment, no one can stay in the palace, and the patient must not be disturbed during the treatment."

The queen nodded slightly, said "please", and left the bedroom.