Conferred Gods: Starting from the Third Prince Long

Chapter 189 Highlight Moment

Once Xiqi breaks the city, it will mean the end of the road to the mission of conferring gods.

This is something Ao Bing absolutely cannot tolerate.

He also hopes that after the war, he will go to heaven to become a king.

How could Lu Yue be allowed to act so arrogantly?

I couldn't help but spread my iron rod and prepare to take action.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a white horse suddenly rushed out of the street, with a general sitting on it.

Covered in blood, he held a three-pointed two-edged sword and rushed to kill.

"Lu Yuexiu is so arrogant, Yang Jian is here!!"

His brows were like knives, and his momentum was like a dragon. He shouted like the sky and the earth split open, and the drinking clouds couldn't help but disperse.

Yang Jian was responsible for guarding the east gate. Because of the order from the True Lord Daode, he knew that Xiqi was in danger.

In order to gain time, he didn't care about killing at all, let alone whether it was a sin or not.

Zhou Xin had everything in his mind and confidently rushed into the city gate with his three thousand men. Unexpectedly, he bumped into the murderous Yang Jian.

As the saying goes, "Whitewashing is three points weaker, turning black is ten times stronger."

At this moment, Yang Jian had nothing to worry about. He really wanted to kill gods if he stood in the way of gods, and kill Buddhas if he stood in the way of Buddha.

It transformed into three heads and six arms, and the three-pointed two-edged sword also transformed into three, charging into the crowd with great momentum.

Zhou Xin took the lead and was the first to bear the brunt. Seeing that the person coming from the opposite side had three heads and six arms, and was as powerful as a dragon or a tiger, he knew he was not easy to mess with.

He quickly took out a pan'er and knocked three or four times on Yang Jian.

This rock is called "Headache Rock" and it is a rare treasure made by Zhou Xin himself.

As soon as the sound was sounded, the enemy suddenly suffered from a splitting headache, gout attack, and fell into coma.

In the original work, he used this treasure to conquer Jin Zha.

clang! clang! clang! !

The sound of the rock was clear and crisp, but it couldn't suppress the sound of the horses' hooves.

Yang Jian has undergone changes in Xuan Gong, his physical body is almost immortal, and his head can be regenerated even if it is cut off, so why worry about a mere headache?

Without saying a word, he opened his sword in front of his face.

Zhou Xin knocked several times, but Yang Jian didn't fall off his horse. Instead, he rushed faster and faster.

A look of fear finally appeared on his face, "Is this man not afraid of my magic weapon?" He turned around and wanted to run away, but found that it was already too late.

But when he saw a figure approaching, a blade of light penetrated his eyes, and Zhou Xin, including his men and horses, were all chopped into two pieces.

then.

Yang Jian's horse was not stopping, and he crashed into the army. His three-pointed knife danced like a flower, like a meat grinder, and he raised and lowered the knife.

Suddenly there was chaos between east and west, swords and halberds clashed, and three thousand merchant troops crowded at the gate of the city like a rolling torrent.

And Yang Jian is the rock standing among them.

Those who resist will have their bodies separated; those who beg for mercy will be stabbed in the head.

One man and one horse, the blood of the direct killing covered the ground, and the corpses were everywhere, covered in blood, like a demon king.

The Shang army had no general to command them, and they encountered such a ferocious man. How could they still have the will to fight again?

Sparsely, wailing and running away like crazy, only hating her parents for missing two legs.

In a short time, he abandoned his armor and fled completely.

After defeating the enemy, Yang Jian did not dare to stay. He quickly closed the city gate and galloped towards the north gate.

Back and forth, a few streets away, he had already used "insights from across the wall" to see through the battle situation.

What a coincidence, I happened to see the scene where True Lord Daode was beaten to death by Yiyin.

At that time, the north gate of Xiqi was wide open, and there was no guard on the street.

If Lu Yue waits for his troops to come in, all the people in Beicheng will be massacred with swords.

Immediately he spurred his horse on, ran to the street, and shouted:

"Lu Yuexiu is so arrogant, Yang Jian is here!!"

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Master Lu Yue and his disciples were feeling proud after killing True Lord Daode. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin rushed out halfway.

As the saying goes, "Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet."

Seeing that it was the old acquaintance who had beaten him, he was furious, "You little beast, how dare you appear in front of me!"

Yang Wenhui next to him didn't know how powerful he was, so he laughed and said: "Master, don't be busy, let me help you vent your anger!"

Riding a horse and whipping his whip, "crack, crackle", he rushed towards Yang Jian.

He raised his sword while making a sound of whip.

Only wait until Yang Jian goes crazy before taking his head.

Unexpectedly, when he heard the sound, Yang Jian had no reaction and shouted: "Looking for death!" The three-pointed knife was as powerful as the sky collapsing, and it struck his head.

clang!

He was angry, without any scruples in his heart, and his arms were exerting all their strength.

Yang Wenhui holds a sword with one hand, how can he parry it?

I felt the sword edge sank, the top of my head felt cold, my skull was instantly split in half, and a soul went to the Conferred God Platform.

Ao Bing watched from a distance and couldn't help but be frightened: "My cousin is so evil. Could it be that my sister ran away with him?"

However, Yang Wenhui had a right to die. Even if Yang Jian didn't kill him, Ao Bing would find a way.

Now that my little cousin is doing it for me, all I can say is: "Just so-so."

Lu Yue rode on the golden-eyed camel, and when he saw his apprentice being killed instantly by the opponent's sword, his eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock.

He thought to himself, "A few days ago, he and three others were besieging me, but they couldn't defeat me. Why are they so brave now?"

He glanced at Yang Wenhui's body, and his unknown anger rose.

"There are old grudges in the past and new grudges in the past. I will fight you till death!!"

Three heads and six arms appeared, and he charged towards him with his sword in hand.

"Are you the only one who knows this magical power?"

Yang Jian tightened the reins, and the white horse man stood up. When the horse's hooves fell again, he also turned into three heads and six arms.

Riding his horse and wielding his sword, he fought with Lu Yue.

One of the two wields a knife, the other wields a sword, and they form a melee.

Yang Jian's blade is as heavy as Mount Tai, making the electric light dazzling.

The blade of Lu Yue's sword is as fast as a flying dragon, and when it spins, the sky is dancing.

Swords and swords come and go, no matter north or south, up or down; breathing in the wind, it is difficult to distinguish the sun, moon, mystery and darkness.

The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the stars and the moon were without light.

Lu Yue saw that he couldn't fight for a long time, and he still resented the last time he went into the battle in a hurry and was beaten brutally.

He thought to himself: "Last time you made a sneak attack so that I couldn't use my magic weapon. Today I will give you a powerful one to show my prowess."

He immediately shouted loudly, jumped out of the circle on his golden-eyed camel, and with a push of his hand, the Xingtian Seal hit Yang Jian.

That seal is a rare treasure refined by Lu Yue. Although it is not as famous as the "Fantian Seal", it should not be underestimated.

One shot flew out, like fire and lightning, as fast as wind and thunder.

Yang Jian didn't react in time and was hit hard on the face, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The person is intact.

Lu Yue couldn't believe it, "You also have the invulnerability of a vajra?"

There are not a few people in Jiejiao who have indestructible bodies.

There is Taoist Duobao, the senior fellow of the inner sect, at the top, and Yu Yuan, the Yiqi Immortal of Penglai Island, at the bottom.

Lu Yue was crazy, but his knowledge was not fake. He recognized it at a glance.

He was surprised in his heart, but his hands showed no panic.

Isn’t it that King Kong is indestructible?

It’s not like I’m immortal, so I’m afraid!

Then he shook the "plague bell" in his hand.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!

The bell rang, Yang Jian relied on the change, his expression remained unchanged, and he attacked again with his knife.

Lu Yue was really a little anxious now.

No matter how powerful the indestructible body of Vajra is, it is still made of flesh and blood. How come it is not even afraid of his plague?

In panic, Yang Jian pressed forward, and he could only raise his sword and hurriedly parry.

At this moment, a sudden fire broke out in the direction of the south gate, and countless houses burned.

Zhu Tianlin led his men and horses, and the darkness surged onto the street, rushing out from Nancheng Avenue.

"Yang Jian Xiukuang, look who this is?"

Ao Bing's eyes widened and he stretched his neck to look around.

I saw a head making an arc, falling heavily to the ground, and bounced twice.

If you take a closer look, it turns out to be "Huanglong Zhenren"...

(End of this chapter)