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Volume 4: The war rages for three thousand miles 89. Restriction

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    The entire palace was filled with murderous intent in an instant.  The moment Niu General Niu Mang raised the meteor hammer in his hand, the whole sky seemed to turn dark, as if he had become the only master between heaven and earth. He struck down towards Yuan Yang, and a whining sound seemed to appear in the void.  The whistling sound brought up a burning flame.  Yuan Yang sat there without getting up.  The other two stared at him closely to see what spell he would cast and what method he would use to receive the blow.  Yuan Yang had a small sword in his hand.  The moment the meteor hammer hit him, he raised his hand and thrust out, and the small sword actually stabbed towards the meteor hammer.  "Looking for death." This was not only Niu Mang's inner thought, but also the thoughts of the yellow-bearded scribe and Granny Ma at that moment.  "This is courting death." The moment the little sword touched the meteor hammer, golden light exploded.  A dragon roar soared in the void, and a golden light surged from the tip of the sword, like a dragon.  The meteor hammer that struck down like a blast with the power of heaven and earth stopped instantly.  The golden light surged up and spiraled directly up the meteor hammer, like a dragon or a snake. When it reached his handle, it turned into a huge dragon head and swallowed Niu Mang.  What is swallowed is not the physical body, but the spirit.  This sword is not a good sword, but a magic sword refined from the killing swords used on the battlefields of past dynasties.  At this moment, Niu Mang seemed to see a real person. The person in front of him was a real dragon. That kind of vast and domineering, that kind of commanding the world, that kind of arrogance made him afraid to move. To be more precise, he didn't dare to move.  No, the soul seemed to be frightened.  He didn't even know how long it had been. When he regained his consciousness, the meteor hammer in his hand had fallen to the ground. He felt a sense of weakness and powerlessness all over his body. He felt that all his energy and spirit had been dispersed.  To go backwards.  On the other side, Prime Minister Huang and Granny Map looked at him in surprise. He suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. He felt that he had stayed in Changbai Mountain for too long. He had underestimated the people of the world for so long that he thought that the whole world was except for him.  The old immortal can only wait by himself.  Niu Mang turned around and left silently, without even picking up the meteor hammer from the ground.  Granny Map next to her turned her head and looked at Yuan Yang with a cold face.  "Do you really think that there is no one in our Changbai Mountain?" Granny Map said in a neighing voice.  "Foreign spirits are not human beings. Wherever I see, there are traces of humans." Yuan Yang said unhurriedly.  "Very good, the people from Yanjing are indeed different. The human beings in Kyoto on earth are really powerful, but no matter how powerful they are, they can't tear up the wilderness in this Changbai Mountain. Today I will have a sword fight with you." A sword fight?  Yuan Yang smiled.  "As you wish." A little light flashed in Granny Mapa's pair of snake eyes, and that little light actually penetrated the void, pierced out, and turned into a silver-gray needle in the void.  .  The art of controlling needles is actually a type of sword control. The sword is just a large needle, and the needle is just a small sword.  The needle was like a cold light, piercing directly into Yuan Yang's eyes. A sword was placed in front of his needle, and it pierced the small needle directly. Then, with a swirling stroke, the needle fell to the side.  This is the art of sword control.  The needle was brought aside, but suddenly it was stabbed to draw a beautiful single line.  A sudden acceleration of a change of direction in the art of sword control will catch the opponent off guard.  The needle drew a single line and stabbed towards the back of Yuanyang's head.  However, the small sword also accelerated, stopped in front of the needle, and stabbed the needle point.  This control and the subtlety of the sword shocked Granny Ma.  The thought comes to mind again, then try the strength of your soul.  Suddenly, the needle became extremely dignified, and a layer of shimmer appeared on the needle, as if the shadow of a mountain was condensing.  The needle comes out.  The condensed breath made the needle appear extremely heavy, as if it could pierce everything.  And the little sword seems to have realized its consciousness, and it is also suspended in the void, motionless.  The silver needle suddenly pierced out, like the piercing the void.  The small sword also moved and stabbed towards the small needle.  They collided silently, and Xiao Yin's sword collided with the tip of the sword, but it felt like a collision between mountains.  "Ding." But with this soft sound, a shadow of a mountain appeared above the small needle in the void, and was instantly destroyed.  The little needle flew out, landed on the ground, jumped for a moment, and then flew up again. At that moment, Granny Ma actually lost control of the silver needle.  Granny Ma¡¯s expression changed drastically.  However, the yellow-bearded scribe snorted angrily: "Huh, Qingmiao Palace will not allow you to tear up the wild." As he said these words, there was a sound in the void.A little bit of red line brilliance appeared.  With the appearance of this red line of brilliance, the void began to change. Everything originally changed and disappeared. The tables, chairs, house and the alien spirit that turned into a human were all gone. Looking up, a brilliant sun shines down on a tree.  "Restriction." Yuan Yang knew that this was a restriction. When he came in before, he knew that the yellow-bearded scribe had no good intentions. Although his treachery was well hidden, it could not be hidden from his eyes.  He also wanted to see what level of cultivation the monks who existed in the world after Nanluo were at.  Outside that room, in another part of the palace, two scholars with yellow beards and Granny Mapa stood there.  "This man really has some skills. He is not just a rumor that he is the best swordsman in Yanjing." Huang Xuwen said.  Granny Ma next to her said nothing. She was obviously still in a bad mood about her defeat.  She didn't say anything, turned around and left. The snake's lower body was swimming on the ground and left quickly. In her heart, Yuan Yang was already dead.  Even if the old immortal falls into this restriction, it is impossible for him to be good.  The Changbai Old Immortal did not leave Changbai Mountain. At this time, he was sitting in the palace watching everything, including the previous fights between Yuan Yang, Niu Mang and Mapo Po.  Sitting next to him was a man who looked very young.  "This Yuanyang is indeed as his name suggests." said the old immortal.  "Not only does the person live up to his name, but in our Yanjing, that person is at the height of his power." The young man said.  "Here I am, even if it is the sun, I will let it fall." The old immortal said with a smile.
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