Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

It's a pity for Xu Fengnian.

Chapter 327 Zhao Shirong breaks into the Martial Saint

Xu Xiao and Xu Fengnian, father and son, can be considered heroes and outstanding people of their generation. If they could return to the Song Dynasty, they would be rare talents, whether they could become generals or ministers, or could stand on their own.

The threat posed by such people when they become enemies is also quite huge.

Under the city of Zhenliang, on the smooth road less than ten miles long, the Beiliang army, like black lines and white waves, was charging towards Zhenliang city in a mighty manner.

The cavalry are galloping, and every knight is above the innate realm and is proficient in riding and shooting.

The sound of galloping horses could be heard as they circled and galloped at high speed under the Zhenliang City, shooting out gusts of arrows to engage in a firefight with the Song Dynasty's imperial guards and suppress the firepower on the city walls.

Behind those iron cavalry were defenders holding large shields, resisting the stray arrows and guarding the engineers who were assembling the large number of siege equipment.

"Hey yo! Hey yo! Hey yo!"

Thousands of strong men, under the protection of shield soldiers, issued heroic and heroic calls, pushing the huge ladders, ramps, siege vehicles, catapults, battering rams, giant crossbow vehicles, etc., like behemoths on the battlefield, slowly approaching the city wall.

In addition, several celestial generals tore off their armor, just to move quickly, led the mighty vanguard of the death squad, drank blood wine, and started to advance.

War is never something that can be ended by just one or two experts rushing into the city.

Not only did those extraordinary military generals have the support of the Song Dynasty's top experts, but they also needed to clear the defensive gaps on the city walls before a large number of soldiers could rush to the top of the city walls.

The surging blood and evil spirits collided in the void, and vaguely, they seemed to be taking shape.

This is the result of the Beiliang army's elite troops reaching a certain level, and their morale reaching a certain level. It is the gathering of huge hearts and minds. Once it is fully formed, it becomes the legendary military spirit.

Saw this scene.

Ordinary soldiers, let alone fighting with those Beiliang soldiers, were already quite good elite soldiers if they could not kneel down on the spot due to weak legs.

"Everyone cheer up, get ready for the Thunderstone Roller!"

"Aim for crashing the car!"

"Pitchforks, flying hooks, and Yaksha clubs, all move!"

"Spikes raised, rockets ready."

When the war was about to break out, a large number of imperial guards, under the command of Cao Wei, Di Qing, Zong Ze and others, galloped on their horses on the city walls, shouting non-stop.

The appearance of a large number of Song army generals barely stabilized the morale of the army.

However, compared with the Beiliang army under the city, it was far inferior.

After Yang Zhao took a quick look, he grabbed Zhao Shirong's hand and said, "Shirong, the enemy's morale is too high, and with Xu Fengnian and the general leading the charge, it will not be easy to suppress their morale."

Zhao Shirong was also a little worried and asked, "Then what? Does my husband have any solution?"

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "It's not easy to suppress the other side, but my husband has a way to boost the morale of our army. If one side gains, the other side loses, then it won't be much of a difference."

Zhao Shirong stared at Yang Zhao with his eyes wide open, without saying a word.

Yang Zhao chuckled and whispered, "After the war is over, Shi Rong must agree to one condition from her husband."

Zhao Shirong glared at Yang Zhao coquettishly and said, "Husband, tell me now."

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Regarding the matter of black silk stockings, and your Shuangrong Alliance, are you going to work together..."

Zhao Shirong immediately slapped Yang Zhao on the chest and said, "I am dying. My husband, you are shameless. How can you say these things at this time? It is so embarrassing."

Yang Zhao was a little eager to make a move, and asked, "Did Master Rong agree?"

Zhao Shirong said nothing, but nodded with a red face.

Yang Zhao was overjoyed, and then he pointed a little, using the method of transmitting power through mind consciousness to introduce some of the little tips he had deduced about Forging Yunchao into Zhao Shirong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, the invisible dragon spirit on Yang Zhao's body disappeared into the underworld, leaving only the phoenix singing, and joyfully spewing a breath of spiritual light towards Zhao Shirong.

In an instant, the invisible phoenix on Zhao Shirong's body, which had been a little dull, suddenly opened its eyes and became extremely agile. Its colorful feathers trembled, emitting endless five-colored light. It spread its wings and flew into the sky, making a sound of a phoenix cry that hundreds of birds were paying homage to.

In the territory of the Song Dynasty, Yang Zhao was just an outsider.

Although because of the relationship with Zhao Shirong, the Song Dynasty was very close to Yang Zhao and was willing to set aside one side to bless and support him, it could not truly integrate with Yang Zhao's fate.

But Zhao Shirong was different. He was a descendant of the authentic royal bloodline of the Song Dynasty and he advocated changing the entire Song Dynasty.

After the dragon spirit representing the lineage of Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty was completely subdued by Yang Zhao and escaped into the underworld, the reshaped Phoenix national destiny had already been born in Zhao Shirong's body.

It’s just that Zhao Shirong’s cultivation is not as good as that of a Martial Saint, and he doesn’t have the method to forge the fortune, so he can’t make the phoenix come to life or show its spirit.

At this moment, with the help of Yang Zhao, he used the power of the phoenix to enlighten the phoenix.

Zhao Shirong understood a lot of knowledge about humanity and national destiny almost naturally. A phoenix mark appeared out of thin air between her eyebrows. It was as if she had transformed into a true unparalleled empress at this moment, and her cultivation level continued to rise.

In just a blink of an eye, Zhao Shirong's cultivation had reached the peak of the celestial being.

At this point, Zhao Shirong turned his head and looked at Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao nodded and smiled gently: "My Master, it's time for you to show your queen style!"

How powerful is the destiny of a country.

Even if they were just some small tricks among the Zhuyun Dynasty's methods, and their utilization to the Song Dynasty's national destiny was less than one ten-thousandth, they were enough to support Zhao Shirong to become a Martial Saint.

However, at this moment, Zhao Shirong still needs to condense his martial arts.

With the blessing of national destiny, the mystery of the so-called true meaning of martial arts was almost completely and clearly displayed in front of Zhao Shirong, without even the slightest shackles or obstacles.

Zhao Shirong can easily choose a path that suits his own wishes and then easily step into the realm of Martial Saint.

Looking into Yang Zhao's gentle and loving eyes.

Zhao Shirong quickly made up his mind and gave Yang Zhao an equally loving look. Then the phoenix mark on his forehead shone brightly, carrying Zhao Shirong's will and rushing directly into the phoenix national destiny.

hum!

In an instant, Zhao Shirong soared into the air, and five-colored light illuminated the entire city. Behind him, there was a phantom of a phoenix dancing nimbly, casting down five-colored light, which instantly made all the people of the Song Dynasty in Zhenliang City become more energized.

Suddenly, a loving cry of a phoenix was heard.

The phoenix seeks the huang, no, it should be said that the huang seeks the phoenix.

Zhao Shirong looked in the direction of Yang Zhao, his eyes flickering, a martial arts will full of nobility, tolerance, kindness, and love was generated.

Chapter 328: Morale is strong, Beiliang is weak

In Fengming Town, Liangcheng, after Zhao Shirong gained the true meaning of martial arts, he was able to use his own status to temporarily align with the country's destiny and bless the people of the Song Dynasty.

However, Zhao Shirong shared this opportunity with Yang Zhao.

The phoenix sings and the phoenix cries.

At this moment, the sound of the phoenix's cry emerged in the hearts of almost every person in the Song Dynasty.

Especially the Song Dynasty soldiers in Zhenliang City, those with injuries were treated and those without injuries were rewarded.

In just a moment, the morale of hundreds of thousands of Song soldiers also rose explosively, and was no less powerful than the Northern Liang army under the city.

"Fight for the princess, die for the Song Dynasty!"

"Fight for the princess, die for the Song Dynasty!"

"Fight for the princess, die for the Song Dynasty, I like Master Zhao..."

In a corner of the city wall, a strange voice suddenly rang out amid the roars of the Song Dynasty soldiers. A soldier with a gray face and a white neck looked at his companions around him awkwardly.

"Xiao Mu, Master Zhao has indeed done a lot for the Song Dynasty, but you..."

"Captain, stop talking."

"No, Xiao Mu, listen to my advice, we are all men..."

"I like men, but that's not okay."

"hiss……"

"Ahhh, I told you to stop talking. If you're so gossipy, you might as well get yourself killed."

The morale of the Song Dynasty in Zhenliang City exploded.

At this time, Xu Fengnian, Zhao Changling and others from the Beiliang Central Army under Zhenliang City looked at the scene on the top of the city and felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured on their heads, making them feel chilled to the core.

Zhao Changling was the Beiliang strategist who proposed to fight to the death.

Originally, under the impact of the Beiliang army and morale, the morale of the people in Zhenliang City was low, and the Beiliang side still had a great chance to win in one battle.

But now, Beiliang's chance of winning has been reduced by more than 90%.

Zhao Changling spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, his face turned extremely pale, and he said, "How is it possible? The country's fortune is reborn, the heroine is the king, young master, we have failed."

Zhao Shirong suddenly broke into the realm of Martial Saint, leading to the manifestation of national destiny.

Even someone like Zhang Fuyao, who had lived for eight hundred years, had only seen such a spectacle a few times in his life.

Not to mention Xu Fengnian, Zhao Changling and others.

Before the war, no one on the Beiliang side had ever thought about this.

First, Beiliang King Xu Xiao died, then Beiliang Prince Xu Fengnian carried the coffin and fought, then Jian Jiuhuang died to pave the way, and finally Beiliang general led the charge.

It can be said that Zhao Changling has used all the means he could think of, almost condensing the military spirit of the Beiliang army.

Ran and egg.

The other party's national destiny is directly manifested, even if it is only for a moment, it is also a dimensionality reduction attack.

It wasn't just Zhao Changling who couldn't accept it. Xu Fengnian also felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene. His steel teeth felt like they were about to be crushed. He simply couldn't accept such a result.

Just when Xu Fengnian was filled with sorrow and almost exploded.

Zhao Changling spat out another mouthful of blood. As he was dying, his eyes shone with a brilliant brilliance. He said, "Young Master, no, Great Emperor, we have completely failed. Please calm down, return to heaven, and return to your position."

As Zhao Changling spoke, an indescribable and vast aura emanated from Xu Fengnian's body.

Xu Fengnian suppressed his Zhenwu spiritual consciousness, his eyes shining with golden light, and said: "Chang Ling, there is no need to talk anymore. We have not been defeated yet. This prince will personally go to the battlefield and lead the charge. We, Beiliang's 200,000 cavalry and 100,000 troops, still have a final chance to win!"

The armor plates on Xu Fengnian's body trembled, and he was about to rush out of the tent on the spot.

However, Zhao Changling grabbed Xu Fengnian's wrist, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his immortal spirit was constantly reviving.

Xu Fengnian's face immediately changed and he asked, "Chang Ling, what are you doing?"

Zhao Changling held Xu Fengnian's wrist tightly, smiled bitterly, and said, "Your Majesty, failure is not terrible. When you return to heaven, you will have a chance to make new plans."

"As for us, we are actually tired of living. We don't even need the title of Immortal God."

"The White Emperor, the immortal, cut off his connection with the heavens and banished his immortal body to this world. Isn't that a big deal?"

Accompanied by Zhao Changling's words.

A touch of divinity was quickly stripped off from Zhao Changling's body and transformed into an extremely pure source of power, which merged into Zhao Changling's body, causing his Qi and cultivation to skyrocket wildly.

He cut off his own divinity and turned into a banished immortal.

From then on, Zhao Changling was no longer a god or immortal. Even if he regained his divinity and returned to heaven one day, he would have to start from the bottom.

Moreover, from ancient times to the present, no one has ever heard of anyone who can transform into the body of a banished immortal and then condense divinity again.

Immortals and gods are two completely different beings.

The path to immortality is so hard to find.

Even in the vast heaven, no one knows whether there are true immortals. Only Shinto can ensure longevity and preserve life.

If you cut off your divinity, you will cut off the path to immortality.

In a short while, Zhao Changling's cultivation had skyrocketed to the level of Martial Saint, and that bit of divinity had been completely consumed.

For a moment, the entire tent was dead silent.

Zhao Changling adjusted his own cultivation level, then smiled freely, looked at Li Chungang, and said: "Master Li, we have lost this battle. I am afraid that our thousand-year plan will also fail."

"As long as the gates of heaven are not closed, there will be immortals and gods who will plot rebellion and enslave the human world."

"This defeat is due to the fact that the heavens did not fulfill our wishes. Later, we will ask Master Li to open the gate of heaven and send the emperor back to the court. After the emperor regroups, we will fight again in the human world."

Li Chungang, who has one arm and is wearing a sheepskin coat, would be like a piece of wood and no one would pay attention to him if he didn't say anything.

But at this moment, after hearing what Zhao Changling said.

Li Chungang exuded a mysterious and sharp aura, but he was a little depressed. He sighed and said, "Well, I don't know whether it is right or wrong. After this battle, can I forget all the grudges between me and you Beiliang?"