Murong Baoding casually picked up an iron spear from the square and smashed it into the talisman armor's waist. The talisman armor was fine, but the iron spear shattered from head to tail. There were still many iron spears on the ground, but they were all picked up by Murong Baoding. During this time, two iron spears were aimed at Huang Man 'er's eyes, but they didn't succeed. The iron spears that were supposed to shatter were also shattered. Without the palace walls blocking his view, Xu Fengnian's line of sight was still quite wide. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but tremble with fear. He had intentionally looked down on Murong Baoding, who was the eighth most powerful person in the world. However, the Half-faced Buddha's methods weren't as powerful as the other nine people's. However, that was only when compared to Wang Xianzhi, Tuoba Bodhisattva, and Deng Tai 'e. It didn't mean that Murong Baoding was a coward who only knew how to take a beating. The Half-faced Buddha's punches and kicks weren't as powerful as Huang Maner's. If it were an ordinary martial artist in the Vajra Realm, they would have been beaten to a pulp. Hsu Fengnian could see that the ingenuity of the Half-faced Buddha's attack was that after a punch, there would still be a "lingering effect" on the opponent's body. The essence of Willow Sword Qi was able to grow a willow. It was most likely born from this. Therefore, after more than a hundred punches from Murong Baoding, how heavy would the Qi accumulated on Huang Man 'er's Talisman Armor be? Therefore, when Huang Man 'er was pushed to the wall by Murong Baoding, before the Talisman Armor could touch the wall, a huge hole was blasted in the wall by the Red Armor's crazy Qi.
Murong Baoding looked at the Red Armor who stood up from the collapsed ruins and let out a long sigh. Their clan had the custom of worshipping Buddha. When Murong Baoding was young, he liked to follow his elders to the temples to worship Buddha. Moreover, he would often raise his head to look at those gilded Buddhas, and he would often look at them for several hours. As he grew older, especially after the Murong Empress usurped the throne, the Murong Clan became extremely honored. Murong Baoding did not neglect to focus on practicing martial arts and learning the art of war. Whenever he had free time, he would travel and visit famous temples to 'look at Buddha'. This had practically become a strange hobby that everyone in the Northern Mang and Northern Dynasties knew about. During the war between the two countries, Murong Baoding was good at raiding and killing the enemy with a small number of elite cavalry. He became famous early on, but he was much slower in martial arts. After the defeat, Murong Baoding went on a long trip alone and saw a big Buddha enlightened him. He learned the Vajra Invincible Sitting Buddha.... after he opened Acupoints, he opened, and opened Buddha......... and he opened Buddha's Vajra's body. standing.....
Murong Baoding slowly raised his left palm in front of his chest. His right hand was about to press against his chest like a monk.
Standing Buddha between heaven and earth.
Xu Longxiang turned his head and looked at Hsu Fengnian who was squatting in the distance. He took off the rune armor helmet with both hands and threw it at his feet. He wanted to follow the method that his brother had asked him to memorize. He wanted to knock on a few points of the array and take off the red armor in one go. However, Xu Longxiang hesitated and only took off the helmet. He did not take off the armor completely.
Hsu Fengnian saw this and sighed. He did not say anything.
Xu Longxiang was much taller than when he went to Mount Longhu to cultivate with the old Celestial Master Zhao Xituan. His face was sallow and emaciated, but the biggest change was that his eyes were less confused and more stubborn.
It was this young man who slaughtered the soldiers of the three towns of Beimang. He personally led the cruel act of killing the surrendered soldiers after the Spring and Autumn Period.
Xu Longxiang twisted his neck and punched the palm of his left hand with his right fist.
Then, he bent his knees slightly. Xu Longxiang looked at the half-faced Buddha whose body was overflowing with golden light.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
With Xu Longxiang as the center, not only did the fist power that Murong Baoding left on the rune armor suddenly disappear, the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to be absorbed by the young man. The young man was like an ancient ferocious beast.
If God blocked him, he would kill God. If Buddha blocked him, he would kill Buddha.
Xu Longxiang began to run. Step by step, he stepped on the ground with the momentum of a thousand horses galloping thunder.
Then, he jumped up lightly. His ten fingers intertwined and formed a fist, smashing down on the head of the standing Buddha.
When Murong Baoding's invincible golden body was smashed into the ground, his hands were tightly pressed together and there was a gap.
Hsu Fengnian stood up. He knew that the situation in Qingcang City was settled.
Hsu Fengnian did not stop the young man and woman from leaving quietly. Although Murong Baoding's body was broken by Huang Man'er's fist, if both sides were to fight to the death, Hsu Fengnian might not be able to gain anything.
Hsu Fengnian looked at Huang Man'er's back. He probably felt that if he took off the rune armor helmet, he would be scolded by his older brother. He looked into the pit for a long time. When Hsu Fengnian did not appear, he ran to squat down and put on the helmet. He always had his back to Hsu Fengnian and just squatted like that.
Hsu Fengnian did not know whether to laugh or cry. He just lightly carried the old spy's corpse and walked into the very small throne room. Dressed in a dragon robe, Zhou Junchen bent down hard and called out to the King of Beiliang. He said a lot of mushy and flattering words. Hsu Fengnian placed the old man's corpse beside the dragon pillar. He did not say anything and just glanced at Zhou Junchen. The latter quickly shut up. He realized that the young vassal king in front of him who had seen many storms was not like the previous vassals he had relied on. Not only was his eyes shallow, but he was also soft-hearted. Zhou Junchen lamented in his heart. Half an hour ago, he was still waiting for his subordinates to tie this guy up and bring him to the throne room. He hoped that he could enjoy an audience with the dignified King of Liyang. Now, the battle outside had turned the world upside down. Not only had the Rouran Mountain Lord, Hong Jingyan, even Murong Baoding had to personally lead the battle. Thinking of this, Zhou Junchen bent down even more. Xu Fengnian went straight to the point and said, "Originally, I wanted to rely on my status as the Northern Liang Prince to talk business with you while drinking. However, as the Azure City Lord, you really put on airs. Alright, we can settle the old and new debts together. Ruan Shandong is from Northern Liang, and so is your Third Consecrator. They all died because of you, Zhou Junchen. Your head isn't worth much, so you can't pay for it. When I came in, I estimated that you would have to use twenty thousand loyal refugees to pay for it. Jiang Heng and He Dajie have about three thousand bodyguards. Shen Congwu, who is not in the city, has another one thousand and six hundred. In addition, there are more than a thousand Dragon Scale Guards from the Residence of the Dragon King. These are not included in the twenty thousand people. Just take it as a gift for our first meeting. "
Zhou Junchen cried and wailed, "Your Highness, I don't have the ability to turn beans into soldiers. Winning over twenty thousand refugees is harder than ascending to the heavens, let alone making them loyal. It's not that I don't want to do my best for Your Highness, but I really don't have the strength to do it …"
Hsu Fengnian suddenly grabbed Zhou Junchen's neck with one hand and threw him onto a pillar. Zhou Junchen's feet were off the ground, and his back was against the pillar. He could not breathe. Hsu Fengnian's arm was wrapped with the red snake. He sneered and said, "Then you can die. It seems that after your head is cut off, it will be more useful to use it to intimidate the Qingcang refugees than to keep it on my shoulder. "
Zhou Junchen tried his best to grab Hsu Fengnian's arm with both hands, making a final struggle. He had only heard that this young man, who was still His Royal Highness last year, was undisciplined and lawless. He did not know that he was so unwilling to drag things out and would take someone's life without a word. Zhou Junchen was smart, so he knew to wait for a good price to sell himself at a fair price. He did not want to sell himself too cheaply to Beiliang. It seemed that the King of Beiliang did not like smart people. If he had known this earlier, even if Zhou Junchen had the courage of a bear and the courage of a leopard, he would not have dared to hide his shrewdness. Hsu Fengnian reached out and pulled out the Crossing the River Pawn. He tilted the blade and gently pressed the tip of the blade against Zhou Junchen's forehead. He smiled and said, "If I stab the blade into your skull, I will probably be able to nail you to the pillar. Emperor, I have always wanted to kill you, so it's not a bad idea to try it out on you first. "
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Junchen slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes with difficulty. He was in a trance and his vision was blurry. Could it be that he had arrived in the netherworld, or was he still walking on the road to the Yellow Springs and had not crossed the Bridge of Helplessness? Zhou Junchen subconsciously touched his forehead. It seemed that there was no wound left behind. Zhou Junchen wanted to curse that person surnamed Xu for being vicious and merciless, but his throat felt as uncomfortable as if a piece of burning coal had been stuffed into it. He reached out and touched his forehead. It hurt so much that his body trembled and he broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and raised his head. He saw a snow-white hemp robe and a young face that made Zhou Junchen fear to the bone. Hsu Fengnian looked down at the local emperor, who was sitting limply on the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched. "Zhou Junchen, you owe me another life. Tell me, how many refugees do you want to pay off your debt now?"
Zhou Junchen, who knew that he had escaped death, had learned his lesson. He hugged the King of Beiliang's leg and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, if you say tens of thousands, it will be tens of thousands. This humble one will listen to Your Highness. If this humble one dares to say no, Your Highness will reward this humble one with a knife. Your Highness, you don't even have to lift a finger …"
Hsu Fengnian kicked Zhou Junchen aside and walked out of the hall. Huang Man 'er was still squatting there.
The short youth was dressed in red armor and looked like a tall building.
There was a red building between Beiliang and Beimang.
If he wanted to kill Prince Liang, he had to pass through this building first.
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