It was full of energy and kept making tinkling sounds.

Countless cracking sounds could be heard.

The collision between the infinite power of the Yang and the indestructible sword energy produced a surprising result.

This is not only a duel between two powerful forces, but also a conflict between the spirits of Yue Yuan and Zhang Jiao.

Every sword energy, every force, is an attack of its own strength.

At this moment, both of them felt the impact of the other's power.

The spirit of Tiangong General Zhang Jue that filled the sky above Guangzong County was torn apart by countless sword qi. For a time, it was full of holes, and indescribable pain was wandering in his body. The wall of qi around his body had already

At the moment of the confrontation, it was completely shattered by the huge explosive force, and the earth-yellow robe around him was cut into dense cracks, among which, little bits of blush were trying to show out along the cracks.

But Yue Yuan has a different feeling.

His spirit did not use the Huangtian Dafa to spread it out like Zhang Jiao did, forming enough breadth to pull the energy around him, but condensed the entire spirit into a ball, forming a round thing like a golden elixir.

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In this regard, Yue Yuan did not even expend extra energy to control the tiny sword energy that burst out and flew in all directions.

Therefore, the feeling experienced by Yue Yuan was completely different from that of Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao felt a pure sense of tearing Ling Chi, while Yue Yuan felt that his spirit was like a huge bell, being hammered by countless heavy hammers of various sizes.

The two numbers forty and eighty are spreading in my mind at the speed of a waterfall.

Under the shock, Yue Yuan's seven orifices had already undergone changes.

The eyes are red and the ears are deaf.

There was a rusty smell in the nostrils, and a salty taste appeared in the mouth.

first.

For the first time, Yue Yuan experienced a unique feeling of fighting.

but--

But Yue Yuan knew that he had won.

Ignoring the powerful attack like a sledgehammer or a small hammer, and using part of the sword energy emitted to counteract it, Yue Yuan gathered the power of the Seven-Star Sword in his hand for the final attack.

A little breakthrough.

Amidst the sound of the sword chanting, the Seven-Star Sword in Yue Yuan's hand broke through Zhang Jiao's defense, split the void, appeared in front of him inexplicably, pointed directly at the opponent's heart, and said: "General Tiangong, you lose."

"..."

Looking at the Seven-Star Sword on his chest, Zhang Jue could only remain silent.

The sword he developed is truly unparalleled.

He lost.

The only pity is that I am not my strongest now.

Seemingly thinking of something, Zhang Jue turned his head and looked into the distance. His gaze crossed the ruins of the county town and fell into the distance. He listened as if he was listening to something.

The dust and sand rolled back, and the objects flying in the sky seemed to have lost their support. At this moment, gravity returned to the earth.

Suddenly, it rained heavily in Guangzong County.

Standing outside the city, the common people who had been kicked out by Zhang Jiao in advance also felt the vibration under their feet.

The feeling was like an earthquake coming, like thousands of troops galloping towards me.

They may not have the chance to experience earthquakes, but with thousands of troops, they have experienced too much.

Over the years, the Taiping Dao army has fought countless battles with the Han army. They have experienced this feeling many times. However, not many people have this memory at this moment. After all, they either died tragically in the rebellion or died miserably in the rebellion.

During the retreat, he was trampled to death by his own people, or had his head cut off by the army and built into a Jingguan. All kinds of death methods took turns.

But death of any kind is always better than death from starvation.

For the people who came from that time, starvation... was the most terrible way to die.

so--

Even though they were expelled from Guangzong County by the Yellow Turban Warriors, leaving the entire city as the center of battle between General Tiangong and the enemy, they could not bear to abandon General Tiangong.

Otherwise, where can these people, who are regarded by the government and military as the subordinates of General Tiangong, go?

From the elderly to the children who can’t walk yet.

They have no way out.

Therefore, we can only fight for a way to survive and create a new sky. Whoever stands in the way will die, whether it is the enemy or ourselves.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will be good for the world."

Suddenly.

A yellow scarf warrior whispered this slogan that spread throughout the Han Dynasty and frightened the officers and soldiers. Someone started to speak, and other people immediately cooperated. For a while, the entire Guangzong County resounded with this slogan.

talk.

In the city.

Listening to the growing sound, General Tiangong, who had originally given up, made another move.

"lose?"

"No!"

"How can I lose? How can I lose? How dare I lose?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jiao's whole body felt an inexplicable force of shock, which directly knocked back the Seven-Star Sword that was pointed at his heart.

In the surrounding void, hundreds of Huang Tianqi with the same origin are spreading continuously, converging in the direction of Zhang Jiao.

Holding his palms together and absorbing them, the diffused Huang Tianqi was continuously inhaled into his body. For a time, under the gathering power of this pile of sand, Zhang Jiao's skill actually improved to a higher level, reaching the peak level of his past.

Some signs of the times.

Aware of the Ling Chi-like wounds on his body, Zhang Jiao did not let the wounds on his skin that were cut by the sword energy collapse. Instead, he showed Taiping Taoist's high-strength cultivation. The wounds that were as dense as Ling Chi in Yun Jin were instantly healed.

The blood that seeped out even flowed back into the wound, sealing the blood containing the sword's intention within the body.

"Come again!"

With his long gray hair scattered in the air, energy enveloped Yue Yuan's body, it was the return of Huang Tian.

However, facing General Tiangong's invitation to fight again, Yue Yuan ignored it.

Instead, after being knocked away by the opponent's Seven Star Sword, he retreated.

The Huang Tianqi that filled the void fell into Yue Yuan's eyes and gave him a glimpse of part of the mystery of Huang Tian Dafa, or in other words, the mystery of Huang Tian Dafa belonging to Zhang Jiao. And this part of the mystery is in the Yellow Turban Hercules

On the body.

It looks like a formation but not a formation, it looks like one but not one.

This is a special product.

Yue Yuan noticed something strange the first time he saw the Yellow Turban Warrior, and when he saw Zhang Jiao with his own eyes, he had already confirmed most of his guesses.

At this moment, Yue Yuan completely confirmed the speculation in his heart.

The previous Zhang Jiao was not the strongest.

In other words, from the moment the Yellow Turban Warriors appeared, the strongest Zhang Jiao no longer existed, and he has been in a weak state since then.

Even now, in Yue Yuan's eyes, Zhang Jiao's flamboyant appearance of absorbing the restored Huang Tianqi was just a fake. Because in Yue Yuan's eyes, what he saw was that the other party had not fully absorbed the same Huang Tianqi.

, but adopts a borrowing method.

Glancing at the Seven Star Sword in his hand, Yue Yuan looked at the seven holes on the sword. A bright red color appeared on one of them. The red color completely covered the hole.

He shook his wrist slightly, and amidst the roar of the sword, he heard a whistling sound, and the sword scabbard that had been smashed into the city wall flew back.

Clang!

The long sword is sheathed.

"What a pity."

"If he was the first person to control a big man ten years ago, I might still be interested."

"But now you..."

The unsaid words made the meaning clear. When he turned around, Yue Yuan put the Seven Star Sword back on his waist, then turned and walked towards the city gate: "Tian Shu has become the Seven Star Sword, but he already has enough

Qualified."

"My purpose has been achieved."

"General Tiangong, take your leave."

"Please cherish the last bit of time I have left for you."

He spoke very few words, leaving only the ruthless back of General Tiangong.

Watching Yue Yuan's back disappear in the direction of the city gate, Zhang Jue showed no sign of taking action again in the process. Instead, he allowed the other party to leave safely. When Yue Yuan's figure disappeared from sight, Zhang Jue dispersed the

Huang Tianqi was collected and transferred to the Yellow Turban Warriors.

As Huang Tian's anger returned, Zhang Jue's originally suppressed wounds could no longer be suppressed.

There was a constant hissing sound.

The whole body was shaking, as if a piece of linen was being torn apart.

With the blood mist flying, a rainbow formed around Zhang Jiao in the sunlight.

Countless streaks of bloody sword energy dispersed in all directions.

Amidst the rumbling sound, all the city walls of Guangzong County collapsed!
Chapter completed!