All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

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However, as soon as she started moving, she felt a powerful blade aura coming straight at her.

"Crack..."

Luoyang somersaulted in the air, and blade energy descended from the sky, splitting the main hall of the Liang Prince's Mansion in two from the roof!

What powerful sword energy!

"Seventeen stops."

The speaker was a beautiful woman dressed in white, with a graceful figure. Her stunning beauty, revealed beneath a bamboo hat, made even Luoyang feel somewhat inferior.

There is such an exceptionally beautiful woman in the world.

Two beautiful figures, one in white and one in red, faced off on the roof of the Prince's Mansion. Although Luoyang had dodged the attack, he was still shaken.

"Young lady, what impressive skills..."

Before she could finish speaking, before her awkward smile could fully bloom, another blade of energy slashed towards Luoyang's slender waist.

Luo Yang thrust out both palms simultaneously, and the powerful qi collided with the sword qi.

"boom!"

The seemingly invisible sword energy and qi exploded violently in the sky above the Prince's Mansion!

In that instant, the beams of all the houses in the Prince's Mansion shook, the pillars collapsed, and all the pavilions and towers crumbled!

The two women, their robes fluttering, danced like fairies under the moonlight. Although it was a beautiful sight, their surging qi posed a constant threat to life.

Nangong Pushe's pretty face was frosty, and her voice was cold and stern, "Eighteen Stops, and you weren't even executed."

Luo Yang's internal energy trembled incessantly, but thanks to the Qin Emperor's fortune that Xu Fengnian transferred into her body, she was finally able to stabilize her internal energy.

If Xu Fengnian hadn't awakened the True Martial and Qin King Dharma Body, and stepped back into the Great Longevity Realm of Heaven and Man, thus replenishing her fortune and power, the Eighteen Stops would have already taken her life.

"White Fox Face, eighteen stops should be your limit, right?"

Both of them came from Northern Mang and knew each other's strength. However, not long ago, Nangong Pushe was still far behind the number one demon in Northern Mang.

As soon as Luo Yang finished speaking, Nangong Pushe leaped up again. The moment his slender figure passed under the bright moon, it was as if he had absorbed the moon's essence, and his aura surged, seemingly inexhaustible.

The next moment, Xiu Dongchunlei, standing one in front of and one behind the white-clad figure, stopped under the bright moon.

The boundless sword energy seemed to shoot out from the bright moon, hidden in the cold moonlight, completely enveloping Luoyang.

"Pfft... pfft..."

The sound of countless fine blade energies entering his body filled the air. Luo Yang's entire body was pierced by the blade energy. Although his body appeared intact, he fell backward powerlessly, without a trace of life.

Nangong Pushe sheathed his twin swords and straightened his somewhat disheveled collar. "Nineteen stops, done."

She now deeply doubts whether what Li Chang'an said before, that it would take one or two decades to break through the nineteenth stage, is true.

Now that her nineteenth attack has been completed, while killing Luoyang, she also absorbed a lot of Luoyang's fortune to nourish herself, so this move will not harm her.

The former site of the royal palace, which was razed to the ground, is now a smooth road with ruins of collapsed houses everywhere.

Tens of thousands of elite Northern Liang troops entered the former royal residence from all directions, surrounding Li Chang'an in the center. Their armor gleamed, and their Liang swords flashed, reflecting a blinding light in the moonlight.

"Those who offend my Northern Liang shall be killed!"

The powerful and majestic shouts shook the ground, and the Northern Liang soldiers, marching in orderly steps, gradually approached the center of the encirclement under the moonlight.

Standing in the center of the battlefield, Li Chang'an neither dodged nor avoided the enemy, as if he were waiting for the soldiers to surround him.

"Fire arrows!"

At Yuan Zuozong's command, the rear guard of the encirclement began to draw their bows and fire arrows, and a dense rain of arrows fell on Li Chang'an's head.

The sharp arrows collided with each other in the air, but the vast majority of them flew towards Li Chang'an's head like a black waterfall under the moonlight.

But the next moment, a golden light flashed, and thousands of arrows were instantly ignited by the ground fire. Under the raging flames, even the arrowheads were melted.

The rain of arrows was broken, and Li Chang'an remained unharmed, still looking down on everyone with an air of superiority and fearlessness.

"Brothers, no matter how powerful Li Chang'an is, he can't defeat our thousands of troops!"

When the arrows had burned out and the army fell silent, Yuan Zuozong began to address the Northern Liang soldiers, trying to restore their fighting spirit and confidence.

"Never before in history has there been a master who could defeat ten thousand men single-handedly!"

"The bandit chieftain Li Chang'an will surely die today under the blade of Beiliang!"

Without Li Chang'an, Li Chungang, having exerted all his strength, single-handedly killed 2,600 armored soldiers, which would make him one of the world's top combat forces.

Prior to this, during the Spring and Autumn Period War, the Sword Emperor of Western Shu single-handedly killed eight hundred Ironclad Cavalry, which was already the limit of a first-rank master.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller. The gleaming Liang blades were less than a foot away from Li Chang'an. He could even see the tense yet eager faces of the Beiliang soldiers in the front row.

"Perfect timing, I also want to test my limits."

"If I were to unleash my killing spree, just how many armors could I break through?"

Li Chang'an gently made a sword finger gesture, and thousands of sword energies suddenly condensed in the air. These sword energies circled around Li Chang'an once, and then rapidly dispersed towards the surrounding Northern Liang soldiers.

The screams that followed echoed through the night sky, and the shrill cries of pain were accompanied by the sword energy entering the body. One after another, the strong Northern Liang soldiers were reduced to piles of severed limbs.

Blood splattered in the air and flowed on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the area within several feet of Li Chang'an was covered in blood, with not a single intact corpse remaining.

Wherever Li Chang'an's sword energy passed, it could cut through gold and jade; each sword energy would only dissipate after killing dozens of people.

This move alone killed at least five thousand Northern Liang soldiers!

The Beiliang soldiers in the back row, their boots treading on the thick, scarlet blood, moved closer to Li Chang'an once more.

This batch of soldiers appeared as fearful as ever. Perhaps Li Chang'an was no match for thousands of troops, but some cannon fodder would always die first, and those standing at the front were the cannon fodder who were destined to die.

Their hands, gripping the cold knives, began to tremble; their backs started to feel cold; and their faces were covered in sweat.

The next moment, the blood on the ground slowly rose into the air!

There were four or five thousand Northern Liang soldiers whose feet were stained with blood, and they were horrified to find themselves gradually surrounded by blood.

The blood flowing on the ground seemed to be flowing backwards, soaking all the Northern Liang soldiers into its veins.

Thousands of people were gradually surrounded by blood, the warm blood already submerging their chests.

"Evil magic!"

"The Tang Emperor possesses heretical magic!"

"Help! My blood is flowing out!"

As cries of surprise rang out, the soldiers realized the truth: their blood was still warm!

This blood includes not only the blood of those who died before, but also their own blood!

In the very center of the blood clot, Li Chang'an stood calmly, a layer of protective energy separating the blood from himself.

The Four Tribulations of the Sacred Heart: the Tribulation of Shocking Eyes, the Tribulation of Heavenly Heart, the Tribulation of Gods' Punishment, and the Tribulation of Evil Blood!

These Northern Liang soldiers are right. This move is indeed a calamity for mortals. It is not wrong to call it an evil technique; it is the Calamity of Evil Blood!

Use blood to draw blood, causing the enemy to bleed to death!

Soon, many soldiers fainted due to lack of blood, their limbs went weak, and they were submerged in blood.

Some Beiliang soldiers who wanted to escape were surrounded by surging blood and had their blood drained away bit by bit, no matter how much they struggled, because of the overcrowding in front and behind them.

Under the moonlight, in a large pool of thick blood, one by one, the Northern Liang soldiers lost their lives and were swallowed by the blood.

The pool of blood, several tens of feet square, continued to expand, pulling the surrounding soldiers into it one by one.

Yuan Zuozong stopped his horse on the outskirts and looked at the horrific scene that resembled a living hell, feeling extremely horrified!

If this blood is allowed to spread, not to mention 10,000 people, even a large number of soldiers will be swallowed up.

Li Chang'an is simply a god of death; once he starts killing, there will be no end to it!

"Run!"

"You'll die if you get any blood on you!"

"Help!"

The army of tens of thousands began to collapse, with soldiers scrambling to escape from the outside in.

Yuan Zuozong could no longer control his soldiers, because the scene before him was too bizarre and terrifying; no matter how many men there were, they wouldn't be enough for Li Chang'an to kill.

Just as he was filled with fear, a light blade of energy slid down from above his head. He barely felt any pain before he realized that his left eye was staring at his right eye.

Its entire body was cut in two and laid neatly on the ground. After a few slight wriggling and struggling movements, it showed no signs of life.

Nangong Pushe roamed the outer perimeter, killing all the generals in the army with a single strike. Yuan Zuozong, a Celestial Realm cultivator, was as easy to kill as a chicken compared to Luoyang.

A quarter of an hour later, the Liang Prince's mansion returned to calm amidst the crimson blood. Blood flowed throughout the mansion, and the ground was littered with corpses that had been drained of their blood.

Without shedding a drop of blood, Li Chang'an rose from the ground and arrived at the city wall of Jizhou, not far away.

He only killed a little over 10,000 people; the vast majority of the Northern Liang soldiers fled.

"Nangong, I am not a bloodthirsty person after all."