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Kyoto, Hengmen Mountain.

Because there is no danger in Kyoto, the Hengmen Mountain is the last gateway to guard the capital.

At the foot of the mountain, with a river as the dividing line, two densely packed military camps confronted each other. It was the 33,000 soldiers of the Western Kingdom led by Fujiwara Chiyo, and the 20,000 people led by the Heike generals and the nickname of "Tiger of the East". Five Thousand Eastern Army.

——Because of the Izumo King's essays on the thieves, occupying the righteous name, the Fujiwara family's momentum rose, recruiting and accepting rebels all the way, occupying the advantage, and the army is not decreasing but increasing.

However, the Higashikoku Heike's army is slightly less, but well equipped. Yuk Mako Ito is also a first-class general. The camp is extremely solid, and Fujiwara Chiyo can't attack for a long time, forming a stalemate.

"Not good..."

On a hill, Taoist Changqin looked at this scene, his expression moved.

This doesn't need to be aware of it. At first glance, Lien Chan's victory in the West Kingdom's army is actually the Fujiwara family's attack. The army is out, and the daily consumption of food and grass is not a minority.

However, the Eastern Army defended the enemy within the house. The Ping clan was reigned for many years, and the ruling foundation was fairly solid. The most important thing was the short transportation line, abundant savings, and no fear of consumption.

If such a stalemate continues, once the Western Army's spirit is exhausted, or the food path is cut off, it might be a big defeat!

At that time, the army will be defeated like a mountain, not only will you have to spit out what you swallow, but you may not even be able to hold your own territory.

If by then, the Taoist Changqin as the representative of the "Fulong Court" descended from the mountain, the end would definitely be horrible.

"Yuki Makoto Ito is a general and a veteran... so I have a good spare time. The Fujiwara family seems to be boiled with fire, but has little foundation... Can't be defeated! What, what..."

Even if it is a real Yuanshen who can perform in front of the army, if there are hundreds of people, or even thousands of people, Changqin can easily take the rank of generals.

But this is a battle of tens of thousands of levels! The two sides are superimposed, and the army has five or sixty thousand! It's also about Izumo's national fortune, I don't know how many gods are watching in secret.

He is a little soul, even if he has the most treasured "Sanshan Seal", he can't make any waves.

Unless it is the great real person at the peak of Yushen's imperial qi, or even the celestial master who calls the wind and calls the rain, he may be able to force interference.

Of course, cultivators pay attention to letting the flow go. Even with this strength, they may not be willing to get into trouble.

Most real people choose to push the boat along the river, so as not to evil the way of heaven and suffer calamity.

Daoist Changqin is a person who has entered the world, with fewer restrictions, but he dare not do this kind of assassination of generals. However, the Yangshi battlefield is here, and there are many extraordinary battlefields.

"This Ito Yuki Makoto, I have seen his face secretly, although he has the weapon of a general, but he does not have the longevity of a general, and now he is still active, it must be protected! Look at my Dao!"

At this time, he silently performed the method of Yingzhou Pavilion, and his eyes flashed, and he appeared in front of him a general with thick eyebrows and wide ears, wearing red feet and awe-inspiring awe.

Roar!

Just as the Daoist Changqin wanted to take a closer look, there was a red spirit lingering, forming a giant tiger, and pounced.

"Qingzhi fate backlash?"

These people with deep roots have their own destiny, and if they spy on them, they will inevitably cause backlash.

Not to mention, Yuk Makoto Ito is still the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Army, with strong luck and different.

But Daoist Changqin came prepared, and a small seal appeared on his hand, with a light stroke.

The whole body is bright yellow, with pure color and lustre, like a cream, while the seal is like a tiger. At this time, the light flashes, and the shadow of the three mountains emerges. It is the ‘Sanshan Seal’, the heavy treasure of the Yingzhou Pavilion.

The red tiger hit the top of the three mountains, making the seal of the three mountains tremble.

Daoist Changqin was overjoyed. He looked through the phantom of the general and saw his inner foundation: "Qinghai Daquanxian, besides that, how many Mao gods are also protecting this man's martial arts? "

This was already the limit. Daoist Changqin accepted the Dao Fa, and the Red Tiger roared unwillingly and disappeared.

The Sanshan Seal also converged the light and fell into his palm, without showing any spiritual response.

"Ching Hai Daquan is now the ancestor of the Ping clan. There are almost four ranks of Shenwei. I can't fight it... But the other gods can be destroyed, weakening Ito's spirit!"

Taoist Changqin sneered and made a decision.

The foundation of Qinghai Daquanxian is in the two counties of the Ping family. It is extremely deep and almost has the rank of marquis. In other words, it is true power to be able to cover the gods of the day and reverse the universe of Yin and Yang.

Even if the head teacher of Yingzhou Pavilion met, he had to weigh one or two.

But the other gods don't have so much scruples.

Together, they have enhanced Ito's vigor. Although Ching Hai's power is now the big head, if it can weaken the remaining few, it can also make Ito's luck.

During the war, the slightest difference may become a factor that determines the outcome.

...

Shinomiya Shrine.

The drizzle was slightly cool and the mist was misty.

Before the red torii in the shape of ‘open’, Taoist Changchen walked slowly, holding an oil-paper umbrella with one sword.

The torii gate, as a gate, represents the boundary between the gods and the world, followed by stone steps and a long walkway.

"Taoist?"

Before the Kagura Hall where witches danced in the past, a few white-robed priests and samurai stared solemnly at the visitors: "You didn't come to worship! Why do you violate the sacred realm?"

"You said it is God's Domain, this is God's Domain? It's ridiculous!"

Taoist Changqin slowly withdrew three feet Qingfeng: "Today...the one who blocked us died!"

"This is... what a blasphemy! What a arrogance!"

The chief priest trembled with anger: "Where is the samurai guarding the temple? Kill this sinner who despises God for me!"

"what!"

Nearby, a few samurai had already rushed forward with anger, brandishing a sword.

puff!

Daoist Changqin stabbed out with a sword, like a famous artist waving a few drops of ink, and drew a little red plum on the ground: "There is not even a swordsman... Ivy Life, you are really depraved!"

Ivy is the **** worshipped at Shinomiya Shrine and the ancestor of Ito Yuki Makoto.

Although Yingzhou Pavilion had an appointment with the Izumo Royal Family and was recognized by the local Shinto, there were many gods in Izumo. At that time, only the leading powers signed the contract, and there were many gods, or spirits, that were not within this scope.

What's more, when it comes to this type of battle for dragons, even if there is an appointment before, it will be killed by a sword if you get in the way!

Daoist Changqin was pushed on this road, and he was already dead. Where is there any scruples?

Although... this is his own choice.

With a protruding long sword, he beheaded the priests and maidens without hesitation, passed the Kagura Hall, and came to the main hall of the shrine.

This is the place where the gods are placed, and it is also the foundation of the life of the ivy.

"Block this fanatic!"

"The time has come to dedicate ourselves to God!"

The faith taught for many years caused a group of priests and witches to tremble, but they still stopped in front of Taoist Changqin.

"You... didn't you hear me?"

Taoist Changqin put away the oil-paper umbrella and slowly walked past the crowd: "Those who stand against me are dead!"

Puff!

Behind him, blood blossoms bloomed, with a poignant smell, as if the cherry blossoms had faded away.

Open the door and go straight to the main hall.

The light in the hall was dim, and the sacrificial table and the ritual vessels on it trembled constantly, smashing to the ground one by one.

"Ivy Life... are you afraid?"

Taoist Changqin smiled: "Although it is raining at this time, it is considered midday. It seems that you haven't cultivated to the highest level, but the realm of day manifestation..."

Any deity belongs to the yin deity, but under the blue sky and white sun, its power is greatly reduced.

Changqin Taoist people hold the seal of the three mountains, and their eyes are bright and brilliant.

Vaguely, one could see above the idol, a samurai dressed in arms walked down, and fell into the body of a samurai who had fallen to the ground.

The samurai stood up slantingly, let out a wolf-like roar, and a scarlet light shined in his eyes.

"Taoist, if you dare to violate our forbidden ground, you will not forgive me!"

From the samurai's mouth, a thin and dense word came out, and it was somewhat similar to the sound of a snake hiss, which made the scalp numb after hearing it.

"The two armies are fighting each other, so what else can be said?"

Taoist Changqin pointed his sword at the samurai and smiled.

"kill!"

The samurai slowly retracted the sword into its sheath, like a wolf, crawling on all fours, and circled the Taoist Changqin.

Suddenly there was a roar, his body slammed, his hands dropped, he opened his blood basin and bit.

Taoist Changqin's sword trembles, and the warrior has already hit several points of death, but the other side bites Changqin's throat without realizing it.

His body retreated ~www.readwn.com~ as if catkins were blown by the wind, flying backwards, with an elegant posture and a cool expression: "It's not his body, so don't you care? Sanshanyin!"

Changqin held the seal in his left hand and placed a few points on the sword. The long sword buzzed immediately, emitting an inch-long clear light.

If this scene is seen by some martial artist, I don't know how many chins will be shocked.

Because this is "Sword Mang"!

The ultimate swordsman in the legend!

When Taoist Changqin swung his sword up again, the samurai monster yelled and backed away, not daring to hurt the blade any more.

Suddenly, he drew his sword again and cut off his head immediately.

clang!

The swords intersected, each humming.

Jingle bells!

Inside the hall, Jian Guang Sen Han, constantly overflowing, splitting the veil, the mulberry paper on the windows...

"Good swordsmanship, fierce and domineering, you have reached the ultimate skill, but a pity... you are the body of the Yin God, you can't use the sword light..."

Daoist Changqin had a good spare time, and he said with full anger: "I have three swords here. If you can take all of them, why don't I kill myself?"

choke!

Three feet Qingfeng in his hand let out a clear cry: "Ten directions of truth, sword of evil!"

As soon as the sword light flashed, the sword in the samurai's hand was broken into three pieces, exclaiming in disbelief.

"The second sword, the green blood pill, the sword of God Punishment!"

Taoist Changqin didn't hesitate, he cut off the head of the samurai with a sword.

There was a scream in the temple, and a dark shadow continued to dissipate like thunder.

"Although this **** has been condemned, the earth still has a foundation and will do its best to eliminate evil!"

Taoist Changqin closed his eyes, and the primordial spirit went out of his orifice, and went into the yincao underworld of Izumo to wipe out the lair of this god!

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