Chapter 528: Full Moon Scimitar (Page 1/1)

The original Taoist stood quietly by the wall.

His empty sleeves fluttered in the wind.

Immediately afterward, his clothes were soaked with some strange luster, and became like gold and stone.

The sleeves of his coat suddenly became heavy, and he was silent in the air.

The wind around him seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of force, but his true yuan was wantonly swaying towards the surrounding heaven and earth.

It's like someone holding a huge ink pen, stained with ink, and the ink is full of color.

There was a soft snort.

A cluster of arrows at the base of the wall was driven by a strange force and flew out of the air.

All kinds of sounds of breaking the air continued to sound in the next moment.

First there were some lighter things, broken feathered arrows, broken sword blades....Then there were heavier things, swords, crossbow arrows from ordnance.

Countless sharp weapons were swept up by the wind, held up by the vitality of heaven and earth, and then followed the strong wind flow that suddenly blew between heaven and earth, and all flew towards Yang Qi, who had just swept up the dilapidated pontoon bridge.

Countless exclamations rang out.

There are too many sharp weapons rolled up by the majestic force, more dense than the arrows shot by an army of arrows in an instant, and because many of them are different kinds of weapons, they are all flying in the air at this time, which has a particularly strange taste.

But the most important thing is that these sharp objects do not follow a single parabola like arrows.

They go with the wind.

Countless winds swept in from all directions between heaven and earth.

It's like a giant taking a deep breath of fresh air and forming countless hurricanes.

These sharp weapons rose from all directions, and then contracted with Yang Yi as the center, and in a few breaths, a huge Senleng giant ball was formed, and it was still shrinking sharply.

Yang Luo stopped.

He was standing on top of a small boat.

At this time, the light of the sky was obscured by these sharp weapons, and the space around him became extremely dark, and everywhere there was the sound of broken wind and the cold cold light of metal.

The most terrifying thing about these sharp weapons for him at this time is not that there are too many of them, nor is it the power contained in them, but that these sharp weapons are thicker than the powder of lead and mercury, and the wind around them is also full of the Yuan Dao people's Yuan Qi power, and these sharp weapons and the Yuan Dao people's Yuan Qi emanating from the body completely cut off his true yuan to summon the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth.

The Yuan Dao Man was undoubtedly the most formidable enemy he had ever encountered in his life, and certainly a much stronger enemy than him.

It's just that he doesn't have any fear at the moment.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath violently.

A large amount of fresh air poured into his ribcage, but his ribcage, including his entire abdomen, was constantly dented, and even gave the impression that his sternum was about to be broken.

Countless holes appeared in the boat under his feet in an instant, and the true yuan in his body was forced out by him at a terrifying speed, falling sharply into the water under his feet, and then rolling upside down.

Streams of water burst out of the holes in the bottom of the ship, shot upwards, and then clung to his body like armor.

Puff puff puff......

Countless sharp weapons continued to pierce his body, stabbing into the water outside him, making a sound like piercing rotten wood.

Then the sharp weapons that came and went one after another slammed into each other, emitting countless crisp clanging sounds and splashing large sparks.

Sparks and water mist continue to impact, forming a spectacle of water and fire.

At this moment, the original Taoist stretched out his hand.

He was a one-armed man.

He only has his left hand.

At this time, his left hand was extremely powerful in the light of the sky, and it gave people a sense of being extremely large.

His left hand was facing Yang Qi from afar, and then he held it.

Many people's brows jumped suddenly, but the picture they imagined did not appear, the force of the impact of those sharp weapons did not change, but in Yang Lu's body, there was a soft pop, as if a fragile eggshell had been crushed.

There was a bang.

The sharp weapons that Yang Luo was facing the side of the Yuan Daoist were still moving forward, and they were still clustered together, but the sharp weapons behind Yang Luo were like hard eggshells, and the sharp weapons that were still hitting each other were instantly shattered, and they sputtered like countless arrows.

Yang Yan's body swept out backwards, bringing up the afterimage of the Dao in the air, and bringing up a group of energetic explosions.

The overflowing energy bombarded the surface of the river, constantly stirring up huge waves.

He retreated violently, even faster than he had come.

All the Northern Wei sergeants breathed slightly, and before they could return to normal breathing, there was a bang, and Yang Qi had already fallen on the wide chariot.

The mud under the wheels of the chariot thundered and splashed a cloud of dust.

There were no wounds on Yang Yan's body, and there weren't even any tears in his clothes.

He just started coughing.

Every time I coughed, I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Scarlet blood spurted out of the ground in front of him with the strength of the qi, making a slight sound.

Yang Yan's body then emitted a terrifying bone cracking sound.

However, this famous general of the Northern Wei Dynasty raised his head slowly and calmly, and the depths of his eyes were still full of arrogance.

Although he suffered heavy blows, he did not die.

Even in the face of a sub-saint, he was only close to the peak of the Divine Mind Realm, and he still took the lead, and he still survived.

This is certainly something to be proud of.

He was weak at this time, and after coughing up more than ten mouthfuls of blood, he supported his jaw with his hands, and just looked at Zhong Licheng quietly, and didn't say anything.

He knew that everyone in this Northern Wei army understood what he meant and understood what to do next.

......

Fei Yiling, the commander of the Golden Crow Cavalry, stretched out his hand and clenched his fists, and made a military order at this time.

The Golden Crow Rider, who was originally just blocking the breaches of those city walls like golden walls, suddenly rushed out towards the beach in front of them.

The sound of countless sharp objects entering the flesh sounded.

Taking advantage of this time, the Jin Crow cavalry strangled all the Northern Wei soldiers who were delayed between the city wall and the pontoon bridge.

Xi Ruyu is dead, and the 3,000 sergeants who followed him have fallen into the water due to the damage to the pontoon bridge, and many more have stayed on the pontoon bridge and Jiangxinzhou.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were suddenly quiet, and even these Northern Wei soldiers who had already made up their minds to die stopped.

A middle-aged man dressed in a moon-white robe who looked like a scholar stepped out from behind Yang Lu's chariot.

His temperament is very elegant, his face is very bookish, and he does not see any exaggerated accessories, if such a person usually walks in Jiankang or Luoyang, he gives people the feeling that he should have a book in his hand at any time.

However, at this time, he was holding a scimitar in his hand.

A silver scimitar that is not long, but it is extraordinarily wide and thick.

It's like a crescent moon.

Almost all the Northern Wei sergeants didn't know this man, but they all knew about the knife.

This is the Full Moon Scimitar, a magic knife of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

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