Chapter 543 Zhang Jing!
Chapter 543 Return to Beijing! (5k)
At this moment, the light and shadows on the long street under the moonlight began to distort and change.
At this moment, Zhao Duan once again used the magic attached to the silver scroll "Taixu Illusion".
He has been using this palm-sized scroll as a "warehouse" for many years, but its real use is to drag the enemy into an illusion.
Amid the rippling waves, the long street suddenly became quiet, and the rebels who blocked both sides disappeared out of thin air. Zhao Duan bent his knees and kicked his legs, holding the sword in both hands, leaning forward, and charged towards Zhao Shixiong.
When they met on a narrow road, he actually chose to confront this border general head-on!
"Oh? Attacks against the soul? Do you think that since I am a warrior, I am weak in this aspect? It's a good idea, but it's meaningless."
Zhao Shixiong stood still, leaning on his big Guandao with one hand, his eyes swept over the strange and deserted street with interest, and commented:
"Just like your phantom, you may deceive others, but you can't deceive me."
The next second, Zhao Duan, who was charging with a knife, crashed into Zhao Shixiong, and his body disappeared like sand in the wind.
This was an illusion!
The real Zhao Duan has already been hidden in this painting!
Since this is a fantasy, it can naturally have more uses.
At that time, Kuangfu Society's Frost Sword held the scroll and assassinated Zhao Duan, but failed to tap the true power of the scroll.
However, after Zhao Duan was promoted to the worldly realm, he spent time mastering this magical weapon and now he is able to use it with ease.
"Go ahead and do it. I want to see what tricks you have as a young man. How dare you come to my territory and act wildly?" Zhao Shixiong said with a faint smile, leaning on his sword.
Suddenly, a sound like tearing cloth was heard in the darkness. Zhao Shixiong raised his eyebrows and saw a gray flying sword in the air in front of him, leaving an illusory afterimage and attacking him fiercely!
More than just a bite!
Just like a prelude, almost at the same time, from all directions, flying swords flew through the air at high speed, emitting low whistling sounds.
The second black flying sword attacked from behind.
The third white flying sword came from the left.
The fourth yellow flying sword came from the right...
Gray, black, white, yellow, green, red, purple...
There were actually seven flying swords that came out from different directions and surrounded and killed Zhao Shixiong.
If you look down from the sky, it looks like a lotus closing, each bite represents a petal, and Zhao Shixiong is the lotus seed in the center.
These were the seven flying swords that were seized from the archway of "Zixiao Temple" when Zhao Duan went to Binhai Road to capture Zhuang Xiaocheng at the beginning of the year and killed the purple-shirted Taoist Lu Zhengchun.
Because Zhao Duan is not a sorcerer, he has never used it.
At the same time, it is almost impossible for anyone to know that Zhao Duan, a martial artist, can actually master the Taoist flying sword.
Therefore, this was a trick he kept hidden and never showed to outsiders.
"Flying sword?" Zhao Shixiong also showed a look of surprise, and the heavy sword in his hand finally moved. Without even seeing how he swung his arm, the large Guandao with an exaggerated blade chopped diagonally.
"clang!"
Mars collapses!
The gray flying sword was knocked away, fell far away, and embedded in a wall.
Normally, the big Guandao, which should have been impossible to resist in time, circled around Zhao Shixiong's waist like a windmill at this moment. It seemed very slow, but it was actually very fast.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
Seven flying swords were blocked and deflected almost in no particular order, and shot out, destroying the nearby houses.
"No, it's not the orthodox Taoist sword-controlling technique. It's much slower, more sluggish, and more clumsy. Besides, even Lu Zhengchun can't control the seven flying swords of Zixiao Temple at the same time, so how can you do it?"
Zhao Shixiong's eyes were calm as he casually pointed out its origins, sneered, and said towards the dark sky:
"Is that all you have?"
On the roof of a small building in the distance, Zhao Duan stood, his entire body obscured and hidden by the illusion.
In the air behind him, Pei Niannu, wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a dark golden visor on her face, holding a weighing rod, and embroidered shoes hanging in the air, was floating, with illusory red lines extending from her body.
At the end of each red line, there is a flying sword.
Zhao Duan was able to control it with the help of Pei Niannu, but as Zhao Shixiong said, this kind of control was extremely "crude" and far from the level of a real sorcerer.
However, Zhao Duan did not rely on this trick. The seven flying swords were just a test. The sword in his hand was already trembling as he "charged" it again and again, and the surging energy filled the blade.
"Senior, help me." Zhao Duan whispered softly, and Pei Niannu behind him slowly sank into his body.
The two merged into one, his hair suddenly spread out, his clothes changed to blood-stained crimson, one eye was clear, and the other turned pure silver. His temperament also became cold and unfamiliar.
Zhao Duan did not intend to fight to the death with Zhao Shixiong, but he needed to find out the true strength of this general.
So, he went to so much trouble just to deliver the strongest blow.
Perhaps it was because of the other party's arrogance or extreme self-confidence that he actually gave him the opportunity to accumulate strength.
In order not to waste energy, he did not use methods such as the Demon-Sealing Spell and Heart Flame that would not cause too much damage to the opponent.
"There is only one chance... Pei Niannu and I will attack at the same time. Once it is launched, my Qi Sea will be almost drained and I will be unable to fight. Even if Zhao Shixiong is excluded, those rebels outside can still keep me."
Zhao Duan was extremely calm, and he raised the shiny and ancient sword in his right hand.
The left hand holds up the rotating black tortoise seal in the palm.
A streak of scarlet flashed across the fiery red sacred armor inside the clothes.
The Qi in his body, under Pei Niannu's control, was being injected back into the armor to drive this Zoroastrian holy object.
At the beginning, Pei Niannu once said that there would be some difference when controlling both the gods of water and fire at the same time.
At this moment, the two forces of water and fire were separated from the armor and the seal respectively, and condensed into two little water and fire figures.
The little water and fire man jumped along Zhao Duan's arm and hugged the blade of the sword.
"Chichi..."
A wisp of scarlet flame wrapped around the blade, and then a stream of azure ice followed closely behind, greatly increasing the power of the blade.
The sound of waves echoed in Zhao Duan's ears, and he recalled the scene in the God of War painting where Old Xu split the sea water with a sword on the green mountain of the East China Sea.
A knife is a single-edged sword, and a sword is a double-edged knife.
There is no difference between the two.
Zhao Duan used his sword to strike out, and whispered:
"Open the sky!"
The entire painting was shaking. Zhao Shixiong, who was in the middle of the long street, turned around abruptly and locked his gaze on Zhao Duan. For the first time, his face showed a serious expression. He held the Guandao horizontally in his hand, and the hundred-tempered Qi on his body swept like a gust of wind. He laughed loudly and said:
"Well done!"
A huge illusory sword energy appeared in the sky like a waterfall, and tens of millions of tons of sea water fell down with a crash.
"boom!!!"
Strong winds swept in, and huge explosions destroyed the surrounding residential buildings, making the entire illusion shaky.
Where Zhao Shixiong was standing, due to the influence of the two forces of water and fire, a dazzling flash first broke out, and then a cloud of white steam spread out.
It rose like a small mushroom cloud.
Zhao Duan slashed with his sword, and the Qi sea was drained almost instantly. Pei Niannu could not maintain his descent and disappeared, and he also returned to his original appearance.
"Can we kill him? At least seriously injure him?" Zhao Duan almost fell down, barely standing on the roof, nervously overlooking the steam cloud that was gradually dispersing in the distance.
There was silence, only the sound of the wind whimpering in my ears.
……
at last.
In the gradually thinning steam, a small but for some reason extremely tall black shadow stood there with a knife in hand.
"As expected, a hero emerges from youth. With only two or three months of experience in this world, you were able to break my Hundred Refinements Qi. You should be proud of yourself."
Zhao Shixiong's powerful voice echoed along the long street.
Zhao Duan's face changed slightly, and his heart sank suddenly!
Zhao Shixiong was still standing on his legs, leaning on a wide-bladed Guandao that was much taller than him with one hand.
The face with thick beard was grinning, revealing a row of sharp white teeth, and his eyes were staring at Zhao Duan on the roof and smiling.
The front of his loose robe ripped open, revealing his bronze, muscular chest.
At this moment, there was a faint line of blood on the chest that was as hard as stone. It was the wound caused by Zhao Duan's powerful blow.
What is even more eye-catching is the faint, crimson "murderous aura" that envelopes Zhao Shixiong's body.
Zhao Duan knew that the generals in the army had the habit of tempering their own Qi and blood and blending with Qi, but only a few could do it.
It is similar to the time when Emperor Taizu of Dayu cultivated his Qi into "Frost Qi" in the snowy plains.
According to court records, Zhao Shixiong had achieved this in his early years and named it "Scarlet Murderous Aura".
At this moment, the crimson murderous aura surrounding Zhao Shixiong wrapped around himself, rising like a wolf smoke, straight as a pillar or like cooking smoke!
The rising reddish gas column rushed straight into the sky, and the moonlight in the illusion was also dyed red.
"But since this is all you are capable of, it's time to end it," Zhao Shixiong said, taking a step forward with his right foot shrouded in murderous intent.
The heavy Guandao in his hand was raised high again.
"not good!"
A strong sense of crisis that he was about to be locked up surged into Zhao Duan's heart. Without time to think, he immediately broke away from the illusion!
As soon as he left, a red blade-like energy streaked across the black night sky, and the eaves he was standing on was instantly cut open and fell.
The sky that was made up of the entire painting also cracked with a red crack, like a hideous scar that would not heal for a long time. The painting was torn apart.
On the long street in reality, Zhao Duan and Zhao Shixiong were still standing in their original positions, a hundred steps apart.
Zhao Duan suddenly opened his eyes, and without any hesitation, he immediately turned around and ran towards the street behind him.
"Stop him!"
The rebels suddenly separated, and a tall, fair-skinned, graceful woman with a curvy figure walked out, holding a long sword with a colorful silk cloth tied at the end.
Gongsun!
Zhao Duan's face changed slightly, the soles of his boots rubbed against the floor tiles, and he raised the sword in his hand horizontally, recognizing the person.
Gongsun said nothing, raised his sword and stabbed. At the same time, Zhao Shixiong behind him also "woke up" and took a step back.
Large groups of rebels on both sides also surged in like a tide.
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
Zhao Duan sighed, and a lilac flower painted with gold lacquer appeared on his cheek in a breath, and then quickly faded away. His body also turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in full view of everyone!
"He ran away?!" Gongsun slashed the air with his sword, the mountains and hills trembled, he was shocked and angry, and gritted his teeth:
"It's a teleportation spell. This lackey of the imperial court is indeed hard to kill!"
At this moment, Zhao Shixiong, with his clothes torn in pieces and shrouded in crimson murderous aura, walked over with a calm look:
"He can't run away."
As he spoke, he raised the long sword again. On the dark hilt, a twisted pattern like a talisman lit up. The broad blade was like a mirror, emitting a large area of red light that enveloped the surrounding area.
In the red light, the figure of Zhao Duan standing with a knife in his hand was gradually outlined.
The magic weapon in Zhao Shixiong's hand can take a picture of what happened in a place not long ago.
But few people know that this magical weapon called the [Soul-Breaking Sword] has another ability, which is that any soul that has been contaminated by the sword's energy can be forcibly restrained within a certain range.
Cut off!
……
In Yongjia City, in a dark "safe house".
An old door frame stood quietly, and inside the room, the gold medal shadow guard scholar clutched a handkerchief, looking nervously at the [Two Life Gates], and occasionally turned his head to look at the fire in the distance outside the window.
Suddenly, a pale green light seeped out from the old double wooden doors, and a figure "walked" out of thin air from the door!
"Sir?!" The scholar showed a delighted expression and hurriedly reported:
"Everything is going according to plan. I am here to pick you up."
Zhao Duan stepped out of the [Two Life Gate], still feeling thrilling, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked at the old door frame with some palpitations.
Fortunately, he was cautious enough and left behind a means of saving his life, otherwise he would have been in real trouble tonight.
His eyes were extremely solemn. Zhao Shixiong's cultivation was far beyond his expectations. He even suspected that the other party had already stepped into the "half-step heavenly being".
"Okay, leave immediately." Zhao Duan didn't dare to stay for long. He nodded to the scholar, raised his hand to close the two doors, and just took a step, he suddenly fell down with a "thump" and lay on the ground motionless.
The scholar was startled, and quickly turned Zhao Duan's body over, calling out:
"Sir? Sir? What's wrong with you?"
But Zhao Duan was like a body without a soul and had no reaction at all.
……
long street.
Zhao Duan was in a trance and was shocked to find that he had left the "safe house" and returned to that street again.
The surroundings were shrouded in crimson light, and the bright moon seemed to be stained with blood.
"What's going on? Am I... in a trance? Am I out of my body?"
Having had similar experiences before, he immediately understood his current situation. Looking up, he saw a large number of rebels who had surrounded him, and Gongsun, who was holding a long sword with murderous eyes.
It was Zhao Shixiong who was holding a long sword high above his head, as if he was going to chop it down and cut him in half at the next moment.
"Are you surprised?" Zhao Shixiong smiled and looked down at him disdainfully:
"When you killed the military supervisor Wang Qi, you knew to stay away from him. Why do you think you can escape unscathed from my sword?
I might as well tell you that once this knife strikes, your soul will be destroyed. Even if your body escapes, you will just become a 'living dead' that won't live long. You are too careless."
At this moment, the tone of this border general was full of confidence in victory.
Zhao Duan was silent for a moment, raised his head, and felt the [Soul-Breaking Sword] hanging in the air like a guillotine, without any doubt about the other party's words.
The power gap is too great.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he encountered the "God of Law" in Jianning Prefecture.
At that time, the opponent gave him unprecedented pressure, but he never thought that he was no longer the same as before. He had been promoted to the middle level in the world and had Pei Niannu by his side. However, when facing a real strong man, he was still difficult to fight against.
"Yes, Your Majesty is right. It is difficult to become a truly strong person if you are always protected by others and hide behind others. Even if there is not a huge gap in realm, how can a famous general who has been famous for many years and has always been at the border to defend against enemies be compared with an ordinary person in the world?"
At this moment, Zhao Duan suddenly realized that he had made no mistakes in this operation.
It's just that the opponent is too strong, that's all.
"It seems that you are indeed more powerful than described in the court documents. I am no match for you now."
Zhao Duan looked at him calmly, without any fear on his face, and he was actually smiling:
"Thank you for teaching me this time. I will deal with you more seriously next time. But it's late. I should go. You can't keep me."
Zhao Shixiong was stunned, and suddenly felt vaguely uneasy.
But he couldn't imagine how the other party could escape from his knife.
It was during this moment of distraction that Zhao Duan closed his eyes and silently contemplated the world.
He wants to use the special power of "The Martial God's Way" to enter another world.
Without a sound or a trace, his soul disappeared once again. This time, even with the Soul-Breaking Sword hanging high in the air, it was unable to make him appear.
"Husband..." A look of surprise appeared on Gongsun's round and bright face like a moon.
Zhao Shixiong frowned, slowly put away his knife, thought for a moment, then relaxed his frown and smiled:
"Did I underestimate this guy? Never mind, I can catch him back later."
At this time, there was the sound of horse hooves approaching outside the long street. A scout pushed through the crowd and shouted:
"General! There's a commotion in the government prison! An expert took advantage of the chaos to rescue the imperial prisoners!"
Zhao Shixiong was stunned, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to suddenly understand:
"A feint to the east and attack in the west... Did this person go through all the trouble tonight just to save people?"
He immediately turned around and went back to search. The night was still long and it would not be easy for a group of mortals who had been punished and were weak to escape.
But at this moment, his ears moved slightly and he heard a cannon shot from the north.
Due to the short distance, the sound of the artillery was not very clear, but then, the "flash bomb" fireworks that rose from the military camp in the northern suburbs were extremely bright in the night and instantly caught everyone's attention.
"It's a call for help! The imperial army will cross the river tonight!" Gongsun lost his voice.
Compared to a group of prisoners, losing the front-line position would undoubtedly be an unacceptable loss.
Zhao Shixiong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:
"Good boy, Zhao Duan..."
Soon, a group of people rushed towards the north gate of the city. As the commander, he had to go there to take charge.
……
In a teahouse in the city.
The Du family members stared at the dazzling fireworks in the dark night, and Du Ruhui said softly:
"Could it be that the imperial army is coming?"
Next to him was the sturdy wife Du, who was holding on to several bags, Du Xiaobao, who was wearing thick clothes and looked nervous, and Du Shishi, who had a bell hanging from his waist and an expressionless face.
Du Shishi returned home earlier and caught up with his father again, and forcibly took his family to the place given by Zhao Duan.
Whenever I encountered rebels on the road, I would use the hypnotic bell to avoid them, and I was lucky enough to escape without any danger.
"Let's go. The time has come. Everyone follow me. There is a secret passage leading out of the city. After we escape, there will be people outside to pick us up and take us back to Linfeng through the small path."
Song Jinxi spoke up. He was also standing in the teahouse, with prisoners including the Yongjia prefect and several returning shadow guards beside him.
……
In a shop in the city, Feng Xiaolian, dressed as a wanderer from Qingshan, looked at the fireworks in the dark with a heavy expression.
Muttering bitterly with a headache:
"It's difficult, it's difficult. We are really on a pirate ship. The prince is right. This King Zhao is indeed difficult to deal with. That's all... Now that things have come to this, we should do what we promised. But it seems that delivering the letter is easier than I expected."
……
"What's wrong, sir?"
In a quiet alley, Hongye saw the scholar carrying Zhao Duan, who seemed to be asleep, and his voice changed.
"I don't know, but the person is still alive and has no injuries on his body. He seems to be unconscious." The scholar's face was also very ugly:
"Perhaps it was the price of using the talisman? Or maybe his soul was injured. There is no time to explain. The siege has already begun outside the city. While Zhao Shixiong is being led away, we must leave immediately and send the master back to Linfeng for treatment."
Hongye nodded, protected the scholar, and quickly disappeared into the night carrying Zhao Duan's body on her back.
……
Capital City, Imperial Palace.
Deep inside the Martial Arts Hall, in the fourth-floor pavilion that has weathered the elements.
A thin layer of light suddenly appeared on the surface of the quiet stone wall, and then Zhao Duan, with a dull figure, stepped out of the mural!
(End of this chapter)