MTL - Royal Road Qingtian-Chapter 1404 Clang! Clang! Clang!

  Chapter 1404 Clang! Clang! Clang!

  Thinking of this, Qin Fangyang turned around and tore apart the space, speeding away.

  …

  Go to the capital!

  The capital of Star Soul Continent has a population of almost 200 million.

  As the number one super city of Star Soul humans, the guarding force has always been extremely strong.

  Especially the protective shield of Shangjing City, which was reinforced by Zuo Changlu and others many times.

   Can be called extremely strong!

  The last time the demons returned, with the power of the entire continent, they slammed into them regardless of their ignorance, and the number of collapsed tall buildings in the capital was also the fewest in the entire world.

   There are not only the royal family, but more importantly, almost all the family members of high-ranking generals are concentrated in the capital. Firstly, it is safe, secondly, it is easy to manage, thirdly, there are many opportunities here, and fourthly, it is also a way to reassure the high-level...

  Although few people rebel in this kind of race war, there is always one in thousands of miles.

   Various reasons have led to the political center of Shangjing becoming an economic center, a financial center, a gathering center, a residential center...

  Qin Fangyang tried his best to tear apart the space a few times. Although he hadn't reached the destination yet, he knew what happened.

   Soldiers on all sides rise!

  Target...directly to Shangjing!

  Going to Beijing is dangerous!

   Moreover, looking at it like this, the forbidden space of the Heroic Soul Pass in the four directions has been destroyed a lot!

  Qin Fangyang turned around immediately without the slightest hesitation.

  The closer you get to Shangjing along the way, the more oppressive Qin Fangyang feels becomes stronger and stronger!

   That is the overwhelming pressure of countless Hunyuan Daluo powerhouses gathered together!

   It gave Qin Fangyang the feeling that the sky ahead had completely collapsed.

  Qin Fangyang was desperate while running.

   There is even a feeling of entering the gate of **** step by step.

   "How many masters are here? How many great Luos?"

   "Others must not be able to catch up at this time... In other words, I have to carry all this myself?"

   "Then I am running forward step by step, I am rushing to die."

  Qin Fangyang felt very sad, and vaguely felt a little heroic.

   This is not to say that there are no masters in the capital, there are naturally masters, but there is really no real peak level, Da Luo master!

  At this moment of life-and-death battle, how could the peak masters stay in the rear?

  Even several masters of the royal family have already rushed to the front line.

  So Qin Fangyang is very clear that as long as he passes this battlefield, he will be the only peak master!

   Saying this is very refreshing.

  But think about yourself alone, facing tens of thousands of others...

  Qin Fangyang felt a little weak in his legs no matter how courageous he was.

  He didn't worry that he couldn't stop it, and he didn't worry about whether he could win... because he knew very well: that is simply impossible!

   But he was worried that after he died in battle, if the throne and the others still couldn't arrive in time, what would happen to Shangjing?

   Star Soul Continent has hundreds of billions of people, what should we do?

  Qin Fangyang felt the cold wind blowing on his face, his eyes were determined.

  The feet are getting faster and faster.

   "Knowing that this time I'm going to die, I can run faster and faster..."

  Qin Fangyang laughed at himself: "I am also a talent..."

   "Is there any way... to delay the time while holding back the enemy?"

  Shangjing arrived in no time.

   Then Qin Fangyang was a little confused.

   It turned out that it was not the four-way enemy, but the six-way enemy!

   I underestimated two ways!

   Fortunately, these six groups of enemies have a common flaw: none of them have arrived in Shangjing yet!

  Although the distance is only a few hundred miles away!

  But it didn’t arrive, it just didn’t arrive.

  In these six directions, there are no fewer than thirty Heroic Soul Passes in each direction!

   Only peak experts can bypass it, but it is impossible for a large army to bypass it collectively. So they have to destroy those Heroic Soul Levels first!

   Only then can the large forces drive straight in!

  The meteor showers in the Star Soul Continent for tens of millions of years have created a strange phenomenon of settlement: there is no one in the suburbs!

   All humans, in a big city!

  So human casualties, casualties of ordinary residents, almost none!

   But the Sixth Route Army is here after all!

  Qin Fangyang let out a long roar, and flew above the shield of the entire capital city!

  He only felt that his heart was full of heroism!

   Excited!

  He understands that there are already 1.8 million comrades, dead and gone!

A Heroic Soul Gate is equipped with 10,000 regular defenders; and these enemies have already driven straight in and are about to reach Shangjing, that is to say...there are at least 180 soldiers in the Heroic Soul Gate in the six directions, and at least 1.8 million iron-blooded warriors. All have been killed!

   Otherwise, they can't get by!

   "1.8 million heroic souls!"

  Qin Fangyang screamed in sorrow: "1.8 million good men!..."

  In the upper capital, there are already alarms everywhere!

  Countless people will fly up.

  Qin Fangyang stood in the sky and shouted loudly: "Accelerate and reinforce the shield! The enemy is too powerful! Use all means and at all costs to strengthen the shield!"

   "Even if it is at the cost of life and soul, you are definitely no match for this group of enemies! Strengthening the shield by all means is now the only way to delay time!"

   "An extra second of delay is a second! Waiting for the throne to come back!"

   "I am Qin Fangyang! I am the vanguard officer who has returned from the front line! I ask you to strengthen the shield with all your strength. Your Majesty the Throne leads the army and is already on the way!"

   "We just need a few minutes! Do you hear me!"

  Qin Fangyang's roar shook the whole of Shangjing!

  His voice was firm, resolute.

  The countless fighters below are convinced instinctively!

  Because they heard the meaning of death from the voice of the man above!

   As long as I, Qin Fangyang, don't die!

   No enemy can enter Shangjing!

   You first find a way to strengthen the shield! Do everything possible, at any cost!

  The order of the military department was passed down immediately: "All capable warriors, at all costs, strengthen the shield!"

  Go to the capital, it's too big!

   The shield of such a huge city is the strongest, but it is also the most expensive to temporarily reinforce it!

  Warriors below the God Realm are not qualified to participate at all!

  Warriors in the two realms of Yushen Guixuan want to strengthen the shield, I am afraid they will have to use their own life and soul as the price!

  Flying warriors gathered quickly and flew away in all directions of the city.

  The military department is coordinating.

  The masters of various ministries and commissions, under the leadership of their respective leaders, went to different posts.

  Go to the capital.

  In the small yard of Zuo Xiaonian.

  Before the accident, Wang Lingyun was lying on a recliner drinking tea, with age spots all over his body, although Zuo Xiaoduo gave good things at all costs to take care of his body in the past few years.

  But Wang Lingyun also clearly knew that his life had come to an end.

  The Jinghong sword is in the scabbard.

  The scabbard is on Wang Lingyun's lap.

  Since that day, Jinghong Sword has never been out of its scabbard.

  No sound at all.

   It seems that this sword is dead.

  When the crazy shaking came and the house began to fall to dust, Wang Lingyun looked at everything in shock.

  He felt that something amazing had happened!

   His heart contracted suddenly.

  The atmosphere of the impending rain and the collapse of the sky has already enveloped Shangjing.

   With the alarm sounding.

  When the alarm of enemy attack rang continuously throughout every corner of Shangjing...

  Wang Lingyun knew that this time, Shangjing really encountered a life-and-death crisis.

He lightly stroked the hilt of the Jinghong Sword, and murmured: "Grandpa... It seems that Xiaohong can't keep it anymore. Xiaohong, are you willing to accompany me and be the last bloom in our lives?" ?”

  Jing Hongjian seemed to sense something, and suddenly there was a sword cry.

  In an instant, three inches out of the sheath, cold light radiates!

  Suddenly, there was a murderous aura in the small courtyard!

  Everyone knows that the Jinghong Sword was the sword of the God of War back then, and it is also an heirloom and amulet of the Wang family.

  But only Zuo Changlu and Wang Lingyun knew about it.

  The real Jinghong sword.

  Why a talisman.

   There is a reason for this.

   It's not just because Jinghongjian has a sword spirit.

  Because, in the Jinghong Sword, there is the power of will left by Wang Feihong, which is similar to the imprint of the soul!

  Wang Feihong practiced swords all his life and was sincere in swords.

  He devoted all his energy, all his hard work, and all his spirit to his kendo, his sword.

  There is nothing but the sword!

   That's why he can use the sword and climb to the top.

  When he advanced to Hedao, Jinghongjian possessed a sword spirit.

   After a long battle, as his understanding of the sword became more and more profound, his will of the sword became more and more pure!

   By the time of the battle that shocked the world, he was already at the peak of Hunyuan cultivation!

  And his will to the sword has accumulated a lot in Jinghong Sword.

  After fighting desperately to the death, even though he was dead, he sealed his kendo will in the Jinghong Sword! The Jinghong sword was left behind.

  This is also the reason why Wang Feihong blew himself up and died, but the Jinghong Sword was not damaged at all.

   It can be said that this is the essence of Wang Feihong's life.

  Although it doesn't have any consciousness.

  However, it is invincible!

  But this kind of sword will can only be released once!

   And at a great cost.

  Zuo Changlu is unwilling to let the last trace of his brother disappear. Moreover, Wang Feihong's last relic was left to his grandson, Wang Lingyun.

  So Zuo Changlu sent the sword back to the Wang family. Handed it over to Wang Lingyun.

  Wang Lingyun's aptitude is not good, so he can't absorb this sword will.

   Afterwards, there were no amazing and talented people in the Wang family, so Wang Lingyun never mentioned this secret again.

  After all, if the will of the ancestors' swordsmanship falls into the hands of unworthy descendants, for Wang Lingyun, it would be the greatest insult to his grandfather!

   It is the biggest discredit to the name of the God of War and the reputation of a hero!

   until today.

  Wang Lingyun suddenly felt that maybe it was today!

   "A powerful enemy is attacking, Shangjing is at stake, and the emperor is far away, and it is too late to come back..."

   "But my current energy... is not enough to fully exert the will of my ancestors!"

   "There is only one chance to attack, don't waste it!"

  Wang Lingyun faced Jinghongjian and murmured: "My body is already decayed, and I can hardly even walk normally, let alone kill the enemy? Xiaohong, so everything depends on you!"

   "You take me to kill the enemy! Okay?"

  Jinghong Sword came out of its sheath and stood in the air.

  The cold glow flickered.

   "I hope you will fulfill me."

  Wang Lingyun pleaded: "After all, this is me, and you, too. This is the last battle!"

   "Clang! Clang! Clang!"

  Jinghong Sword made three sonorous sword sounds!

  Wang Lingyun laughed: "Very good, very good!"

   Then he practiced, exhausted all his energy to absorb, recklessly devoured all the precious medicine left by Zuo Xiaoduo, useful and useless, he swallowed them all in one gulp.

   Immediately, his body slowly swelled!

  But the aura of heaven and earth is still madly rushing towards his body.

   With a bang, the dantian shattered, but the spiritual energy was still pouring in.

   This is a suicide.

   Not even self-destruct!

  When it reaches a certain point, the whole body will disintegrate.

   Does not have any power to kill the enemy.

  Think of your body as a ball, and blow air desperately until the end, the ball cracks and leaks, and it's over.

   Nobody would do that.

  But now, Wang Lingyun has done this.

  His internal organs have been slowly and gradually destroyed with the intake of spiritual energy.

  The face has also changed.

  The whole body became fatter by more than a dozen circles.

   At the moment when he was the fattest, Wang Feihong grabbed the Jinghong Sword with his last strength, and murmured: "Xiaohong, let's go kill the enemy!"

  The tip of the sword slowly pierced into his chest, into his heart.

  Wang Lingyun's body stiffened instantly, and his eyes looked at the void with a smile.

   His eyes were filled with pride!

  My body is failing, I can't fight the enemy anymore. But my soul can!

  Baptized by the kendo will of the ancestors, controlling the sword with the soul and exerting the kendo will with the blood is more suitable and stronger than anyone controlling the kendo will!

  Although it can only be used once!

  Although after using it once, I, Wang Lingyun, will never exist in this world again.

  The Jinghong Sword and the kendo will of the ancestors will no longer exist in this world!

  But I, Wang Lingyun, did not embarrass grandpa after all!

   Not worthy of the name of the grandson of the God of War!

  The howling aura, carrying Wang Lingyun's blood soul, rushed into Jinghong Sword frantically.

  Jinghong Sword trembled slightly.

  The **** light on the sword body became more and more intense.

  A phantom in white clothes slowly appeared above the sword body, with the same eyebrows and eyes, exactly like Wang Lingyun.

  The illusory figure became clearer and clearer, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a handsome face.

   Just like the **** of war who was dressed in white like snow and guarded the gate, he came to the world again.

   Jinghong Sword's sword sound bursts, endlessly.

  The murderous aura is getting heavier and heavier, and the sword aura is swaying!

   "Clang!"

   "Clang!"

   "Clang!"

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  【The writing plan was disrupted. I originally wrote the manuscript for the next morning at night, but it seems that I can’t write it now. Tomorrow’s update will be unified in the afternoon. 】

  (end of this chapter)