The Emperor Reigns Them All

Standing high was probably the common preference of the superiors, so that they could overlook life, appearing superior to others. Standing high was exciting, and one also could see countless scenes.

But Li Keyong liked to stand on the high ground, just because he could have a broad view and perceived changes everywhere so that he could control the whole situation. For the battlefield generals who deployed troops, it was necessary to stand high. And it also was Li Keyong's habit.

So when Li Ye said "come down if you dare", Li Keyong suddenly burst into a rage, because the thought Li Ye's meaning was that he stood on a high place just in order to show his distinctiveness and take strategic advantage.

"Damn!" With his spear upside down, Li Keyong leaped down from the roof and rush to the courtyard. He was very fast, like a tiger or a leopard, dust splashing behind his heel.

Master Mo started a fight first. He disappeared from the roof and appeared in front of Liu Dazheng in an instant, being surrounded by blue light. He hit Liu Dazheng's chest with one palm, ripple-liked Spiritual Qi rippled around his palm. "Trace Palm!"

There was no huge palm shadow, but no one doubted the power of it.

Liu Dazheng was solemn, and he noticed that the old man's cultivation had also reached Level 8 Qi-refining. And it was obvious that it had been a long time since he stepped into Level 8.

If the former middle-aged man could break through the Military Formation of three hundred people, then the old man could directly overturn the three hundred people.

Master Mo could appear and disappear mysteriously and had powerful Qi. This palm towards Liu Dazheng was also unpredictable. It looked ordinary, but it puzzled Liu Dazheng. It seemed that he only could see the phantom and couldn't accurately determine the real position of the palm. If he fought back rashly, he would lose.

If so, he would be trapped. This powerful palm would hit him on his chest!

This palm could break the Military Formation of three hundred people easily. If it hit on someone's chest, it would cause serious injury. Liu Dazheng would never want to be hit by that palm.

Noticing Liu Dazheng's seriousness, Master Mo smiled, which was the expression of confidence.

He had said to Li Keyong that he would teach Liu Dazheng a lesson. He had lived for a long time and would not brag.

At this moment, Liu Dazheng was in a bad situation. But it didn't mean that he had no way to deal with it.

He could retreat to open the distance, started to defend and observed while entangling with Master Mo. That was the most effective way.

But he didn't retreat.

He couldn't retire.

What was a personal guard?

A person who had no retreat and couldn't take a step back was called a personal guard.

Because the person he needed to protect was behind him.

If he retreated, the people behind him would be threatened.

Whether he was on the battlefield, or Jianghu, the personal guard could only fight and die in a frontal hard battle. He couldn't retreat.

All the personal guards could die, but the Lord must be safe!

This was the personal guard!

As the chief of the personal guards, Liu Dazheng had experienced countless battles with Li Xian and also had faced such a dangerous situation. He understood this truth more deeply than anyone else.

Since he couldn't retreat, he would go on!

Liu Dazheng took a step forward, mobilized all Spiritual Qi, used his one hand as the knife, and obliquely chopped at Master Mo's neck!

Master Mo's attack was profound. He had never seen it before. So he couldn't see it through and withstood his palm accurately in a short time.

Since he couldn't withstand, he chose not to withstand.

Liu Dazheng chose to give him a fatal blow even though he would be hurt by his attack.

Liu Dazheng wanted to exchange his injury for Master Mo's injury?

No, he wanted to exchange his life for the other side's life!

Liu Dazheng was not afraid to exchange his life for the other side's life!

Prince An was behind him. He had no choice and also didn't need to choose!

When Master Mo perceived Liu Dazheng's intention, his gaze became cold.

He didn't defend himself.

Instead, he sneered in his mind.

During the fighting in Jianghu, some people would choose to perish together. It seemed that one was not afraid of the internecine ending. In fact, it was the weak side who had no choice but to use this method to frighten the opponent and force the opponent to withdraw so as to resolve their own crisis.

Master Mo had seen lots of such situation.

For the cultivators in Jianghu, especially those had high cultivation, only when they lived could they be rich and honorable. Who would spare his life?

One used this kind of maneuver just in order to threaten the opponent to retreat under the guise of desperate efforts.

In Master Mo's mind, Liu Dazheng's counterback must be a fake one and he must be ready to retreat and open the distance.

Of course, Master Mo would not let Liu Dazheng succeed.

Therefore, he did neither stop, nor retreat. The palm of his turned into reality and hit Liu Dazheng on his chest.

At the moment of hitting Liu Dazheng, Master Mo should have been proud.

He wasn't proud.

On the contrary, his look was stiff and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Because Liu Dazheng didn't pretend to attack him to force him retreat, which was beyond his expectation.

The opponent's hand was as heavy as a mountain and chopped his neck!

Two muffled sounds almost sounded at the same time!

The faces of them became pale.

Master Mo's palm hit Liu Dazheng's chest, while Liu Dazheng's hand chopped at Master Mo's neck. At the moment when Master Mo's and Liu Dazheng's clothes flew backward, Li Keyong, with a murderous look, was crossing the threshold and rushing into the courtyard with his long spear.

Song Jiao leaned against the door frame on one side of the gate. Because Li Keyong ran quickly, her purple robe flew slightly. She kept her eyebrows low and did not stop Li Keyong. She let the other party run past her as if she didn't see him.

The monk who dressed in a robe and held a Magic Wand and didn't move on the roof was reflected in Song Jiao's eyes.

That was her opponent.

Li Keyong rushed to Li Ye and wield his long spear to directly stab at Li Ye's face. He made a simple and direct attack, adopted the most effective offensive tactics, and went the shortest way.

The Spiritual Wind, centering on the blade of the spear, poured madly and rapidly against the direction of the spear's penetration, which made the spear looks sharper. It seemed that it could penetrate through a heavy shield of gold or stone.

"Are you afraid?!" Li Keyong shouted with a murderous look, happiness on his face. "Don't run if you're brave!"

He shouted this sentence, apparently because he was very confident, just like he had seen the scene that Li Ye was spitting blood.

He certainly had confidence, because he used the Thunderstorm Attack with all of his might.

His had killed the main general of the army and the masters of Jianghu by the Thunderstorm Attack.

Li Keyong was used to fighting in the battlefield and countless enemies had been killed by his long spear. If one piled up their bodies, he or she would see a hill.

His strength was based on countless lives. His achievements were recorded in the Rewarding Record of Military Department!

The grassland tribes on the north side of Yin Mountain and the other side of the Great Wall who had been invading the border for many years clearly knew the weight of Li Keyong's name, and had a deep memory of this rune-sparkling long spear!

Li Ye who was in front of Li Keyong was very calm. Facing of the Li Keyong's Thunderstorm Attack that was fostered in the battlefield by countless blood and life, Li Ye didn't show any fear. He just pulled out his Luke sword.

There was a loud sound of the sword when it came out of the sheath.

The Sword Qi flew out, like the flood dragon coming out of the sea and soaring in the air

Li Ye also stabbed at Master Mo straightly.

Unlike Master Mo's tactics, his tactic and Li Keyong's were simple but full of murderous look.

"Sword Qi Born Lotus!"

Li Ye knew that today's battle would not last long, because what they wanted was not only victory or defeat but also the opposite side's death. Since the two sides have decided to kill their opponent, there was no need to use all kinds of tactics.

Li Ye's face looked a little dim behind the green lotus, but his voice was clear. "Whoever quits first will lose!"

"Come on!"

The long sword and long spear collided with each other, Spiritual Qi scattering like meteors. The loud sound of explosion surrounded them, dust flying like fog.

Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others in the courtyard saw Li Keyong rushing in. They had already taken out their magic tools and were ready to fight.

But before they started, they felt stiff and were unable to move. The body seemed to be turned into a stone. The Spiritual Qi in Ocean of Qi seemed to be sealed and couldn't be mobilized at all.

All other police of Chang'an Palace couldn't move at all, just like Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng.

About twenty cultivators inside and outside the yard all stood in the same place and couldn't move.

There appeared a solemn Buddha, bathing in golden light, in front of them. No one could see how large it was. They only saw it shaded the sky and covered the sun. It was supreme august so that people could not help worshipping it.

Those cultivators who had low cultivation and frail mentality had knelt down and worshipped, trembling.

Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng looked pale and struggled to support.

In front of the gate of the courtyard, Song Jiao, who only looked at the monk, stretched out her hand and waved, as if she was dusting for the Buddha. Then the Golden Buddha in front of her disappeared. The purple-robed beauty snorted coldly, "You use the Huge Buddha in front of me. Don't you see me?"

When she was saying that, the Extreme Cold Xiao was put to her lips. With the moving of fingers, the music of Coldness of Yi River flew out, like snowflakes.

The world came into winter as soon as the Xiao rang.

In front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng, and other people, the image of the Golden Buddha began to sway, snow flying all over the sky.

Monk Huiming, who was calm and looked like a Buddha statue in the temple, changed his gaze when he heard the sound of Xiao. He became serious at once and looked at Song Jiao. His momentum had changed and was full of murderous look.

"Since entering the Central Plains, I have never seen a man whose cultivation is as high as yours." The monk put down his Magic Wand, sat cross-kneed on the roof, put his palms together devoutly, closed his eyes slightly, and began to chant incantations.

With his lips fluttering, the sound of chanting Buddhist sutras began to spread out. At this moment, golden light which was as dazzling as the sun shone at his back, making him look like a Golden Buddha.

The sound of Sanskrit was scattered, and the snow dissipated and the Buddha's light gradually flourished in front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others.

Song Jiao became serious and the music of Coldness of Yi River suddenly became powerful.

Then the Golden Buddha faded again, and the heavy snow flew again.

Song Jiao and the monk started an invisible but dangerous contest in this battlefield, using the sound Xiao and Sanskrit as weapons.

Those whose technique was better could seize the control of this place and dominate the whole battlefield!