Chapter 1063: Control, Trapped, Kill

Fu Shanlie saw He Lingchuan's opening and immediately followed. The latter leapt to the middle of the city wall in two or three moves and gave him the middle finger. This zombie didn't know the specific meaning of the gesture, but that didn't prevent him from feeling He Lingchuan's provocation.

He tilted his head at the monster: "Pilu, go!"

The monster directly turned into a black swarm of insects, flew up onto the city wall, and then lunged at He Lingchuan.

It can advance and retreat, defend when retreating, and even escape—wherever it goes, it comes and goes freely.

If we don't destroy that main insect, this battle might never end. Compared to Fu Shanlie, this thing gives He Lingchuan more of a headache.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were entangled in combat again.

The terrain here is narrow, mainly consisting of alleyways and steps. Even if the monster compresses its own body, it still fights very uncomfortably, while only Fu Shanlie and He Lingchuan are as comfortable as fish in water.

The steps built by humans are naturally most suitable for human movement.

Above the city wall, there are still two torches, their flames dancing with the evening wind.

Fu Shanlie glanced at the torches, and his eyes likewise flickered.

He Lingchuan just dodged a blow from the monster and stepped onto the stairs.

In the torchlight, his shadow was stretched out very long.

Fu Shanlie flashed his body and disappeared.

When He Lingchuan fought the Pilu worm demon again, just as he swung the Floating Life Blade, his body suddenly stiffened.

The feeling was like sinking into bottomless mire—up, down, left, and right were no longer under his control.

Shadow Binding Technique! In a duel between experts, there's no room for a slip-up. The Pilu worm sensed his sluggishness and struck his celestial cover with two consecutive chisel-like blows.

If this were reality, He Lingchuan, with all his treasures, could easily break this stalemate.

But in the Panlong World, he can only rely on himself.

Just as the Pilu worm's sickle feet were about to strike the target, suddenly his vision blurred, and a figure appeared out of thin air, blocking this deadly attack.

Taking a closer look, this turned out to be a second He Lingchuan.

He launched two quick attacks to force back the Pilu worm, then flung a returning dart at the walltop.

With two soft puffs, the torches were extinguished.

Without torchlight, naturally there were no shadows.

Without shadows, He Lingchuan's true self was no longer bound.

Fu Shanlie's trick of this divine ability is quite concealed. Although He Lingchuan has Yuanqi body protection, he was still delayed for a few breaths.

From being ambushed to discovering the solution, at least a few more breaths are needed, right?

The battlefield is so chaotic—how could He Lingchuan know it was his own shadow under his feet dragging him down? Theoretically, these few breaths would be enough for him to die four or five times over.

Unfortunately, He Lingchuan had already experienced the Shadow Binding Technique when he fought Fu Shanyue before, and he also knew how to break it.

If the son can do it, the father probably can too.

He had prepared in advance, and Fu Shanlie's second sneak attack ended in failure again.

He Lingchuan regained his freedom, and with two blades he forced him out of the city wall. Fu Shanlie jumped back into Wengcheng, and He Lingchuan closely followed.

At this moment, Meng Shan on the city wall finally felt the shaking of the bell tower.

He gritted his teeth and slammed into it again with full force.

"Hey, break!"

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, the bronze bell, together with the entire tower, rumbled and rolled down together! Below, it just happened to be Wengcheng.

The huge bell came crashing down, and over two hundred Xiqian puppet soldiers were crowded inside Wengcheng. With no way to avoid it, more than twenty of them couldn't even cry out before being crushed into meat paste! This is no different from a stone mill grinding soy milk—except here the paste is red.

The huge bell didn't stop its momentum and rolled back and forth a few more times.

Even the Yuheng army retreated in panic, fearing it would blast their heads.

The remaining Xiqian puppet soldiers fled for their lives, most escaping from the South Gate of Yuheng City.

Just as Meng Shan on the city wall poked his head out to admire his handiwork, he heard He Lingchuan's command: "Meng Shan, go down to Wengcheng!"

Down, down, just go down.

He moved his painful arm a little.

Going down is much slower than coming up.

At this time, He Lingchuan and the two enemies were again locked in combat.

The Yuheng army charged into Wengcheng and recovered the lost territory.

The Xiqian puppet soldiers were gradually beaten back; in no more than a dozen breaths, Fu Shanlie and the Pilu demon would also fall into the encirclement of the Yuheng army.

Thus the situation reversed, turning into He Lingchuan using all his strength to hold back the two opponents, preventing them from escaping.

The Pilu demon can leave at any time, as long as it turns into an insect swarm and flies up, so it stayed behind first to help Fu Shanlie get out of trouble.

At this moment, the flying blades and arrows of the Yuheng army struck it, and they could kick up a ground full of insect corpses.

The Pilu demon's size had shrunk by two full circles compared to when it first appeared.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" it urged Fu Shanlie.

How could Fu Shanlie not want to leave? Normally, when he uses a single earth-escape technique, he can immediately escape fifty steps away, easily getting out of danger.

But here is Wengcheng!

Here there is a formation that forbids earth-escape techniques!

He wants to escape, but he can only do so like the Xiqian puppet soldiers—step by step, out through the South Gate.

At this moment, with a bang, Meng Shan finally jumped into Wengcheng.

Oh no, the soles of his feet hurt so much.

Behind the bronze bell, a figure suddenly popped out, his hands moving continuously, while greeting him: "Come over and ring the bell!"

Meng Shan took a closer look—it was He Lingchuan's doppelgänger.

His true self was battling the two great demons, while the doppelgänger wiped off the flesh and blood stuck to the bell, dragged over a corpse, dipped it in blood from the wound, and drew talismans on the bell body.

"Huh, this talisman..." It looked so familiar.

Isn't this the blood talisman Wen Daolun just drew on the great bell at the east city gate? He Lingchuan's avatar moved his fingers like flying, yet could still spare attention to ask him: "This is a Demon-Suppressing Evil-Dispelling Talisman, taught in Panlong City's talisman class. Didn't you learn it?"

"Uh..." Meng Shan scratched the back of his head.

He only liked using an axe to chop people, not a brush to scribble; he felt learning this stuff was useless, so, cough, he had always skipped this kind of literary class.

Anyway, he never went out on missions alone; there was usually a teammate who would draw talismans.

He Lingchuan's avatar even found time amidst the busyness to say: "After this battle, go back and make up the lessons!"

Meng Shan's face instantly turned bitter: "Yes."

In the blink of an eye, He Lingchuan's avatar had finished; this was actually a talisman array composed of four talismans together, possessing both a Voice-Amplifying Technique and a Heart-Capturing Secret, and of course the Demon-Suppressing Evil-Dispelling Talisman.

"Listen to me, in a moment you just do this and that..." he quickly explained a few sentences to Meng Shan, "Understood?"

"Understood!" This time the order was very simple; he could understand it at once.

"Good, strike the bell!"

There was no giant wood at hand, so Meng Shan reversed his axe and began striking *dang dang dang dang*.

The sound shook ten li, the demonic sound pierced the brain! The explosive sound source was right inside Wengcheng; the bare four walls even enhanced the surround-stereo echo effect; whether Yuheng Army or Fu Shanlie's surviving subordinates, all couldn't help but raise their hands to press over their ears.

G-gonna go deaf!

Yuan force made the giant bell's surface bloom with a dark red radiance, even more so than when Wen Daolun struck the bell.

The Pilu Yaosu bore the brunt; not only could its moves not connect, even its six legs couldn't stand steady.

It staggered twice in place, and its body actually produced a double image.

Those were the black armored beetles composing its body, unable to withstand the Yuan-force-laden sound wave attack; if this continued they would be forced to reveal their true form.

The Pilu Yaosu decided promptly, shrieking sharply as it turned and charged at Meng Shan.

Stop him, must stop this noise attack!

Unfortunately, the bell sound's nature is lingering reverberation; in such a cramped place it could even circle around.

Even if Meng Shan stopped, the sound wave attack would not disappear for the time being.

The Pilu Yaosu rushed close; He Lingchuan's avatar waiting at the side flashed over, knocking it several steps to the side, immediately followed by a combo of moves striking down.

Facing a great enemy, the Pilu Yaosu even in pain subconsciously counterattacked.

Taking advantage of He Lingchuan's avatar entangling it, Meng Shan executed a "Force Pulls Mountains and Rivers," abruptly heaving up the giant bell! His arms' muscles bulged high, a furious roar, he brought the bell down fiercely onto the two combatants.

The Pilu Yaosu knew things were bad, immediately transforming into flying insects to escape.

But cowed by the bell sound, the insect swarm's movements lagged; only a small group escaped, the main body still trapped under the giant bell! Immediately after, Meng Shan knelt on the ground, panting *hu ha hu ha* nonstop, unable to even speak.

He Lingchuan pointed out several Yuheng Army officers: "Strike the bell, quick!"

These men stepped forward, lifted clubs and struck the bell without stopping.

Utterly lacking rhythmic beauty, but with Yuan force empowering it, this was enough.

The Pilu Yaosu trapped inside the bell could not maintain its form, and thus had no way to break out of the bell.

This hardest-to-catch fellow was finally captured by He Lingchuan's scheme.

It was trapped here; Fu Shanlie also wanted to come rescue, but He Lingchuan went all-out, beating him until he had no way to cope.

If this continued, even he himself would be trapped in Wengcheng.

Fu Shanlie gritted his teeth, cast an apologetic glance at the giant bell, and turned to retreat.

During the two commanders' battle, their respective trusted elites also collided, killing until bayonets saw red.

Taking advantage of Fu Shanlie's backward leap, an ox demon recklessly charged at He Lingchuan, using its own 2,000-plus jin body to block Fu Shanlie.

The next instant, the thick ox body, stout as a door panel, actually emitted seven streaks of cold light.

This monster shrieked miserably, fresh blood and internal organs flowing out together.

Bolang Slash.

Even three or four Beijia elites behind the ox couldn't escape by luck, all struck by the blade; the unluckiest one was cut open by a blade aura right through the center of his brow.

This person's gaze and movements instantly froze; two breaths later, head and body separated.

The lingering might of a single slash, unexpectedly to this degree!

The remaining crowd was greatly shocked, all subconsciously retreating. And borrowing his subordinates' sacrifice, Fu Shanlie had already rapidly retreated two zhang away.

Wengcheng was only this big; he moved like a swimming fish, able to shuttle freely even in the crowded throng. Moreover, his confidants protected him in the center, striving to move toward the outside of the Nancheng Gate.

Between the two commanders, at least a hundred people were interposed.

Just as he was about to retreat out of Yuheng City, Fu Shanlie looked back, but couldn't find He Lingchuan's figure.

Under the torches, before the blade edge, the President who should have been charging on the front line against the enemy had actually disappeared like this?

Fu Shanlie suddenly felt something was wrong; the hair on his back stood on end, his spiritual sense frantically warning.

A hundred people protecting him front and back, yet couldn't give him even a shred of security.

Enemy attack!

Fu Shanlie couldn't care about anything else, violently lunging to the side while simultaneously hooking the person beside him backward with a backhand, using them as a shield.

If not for Wengcheng forbidding escape arts, he would already be outside the city now.

Sure enough, a figure appeared out of thin air behind him, clinging to Fu Shanlie's back like a ghost.

Fu Shanlie's reaction could not be called slow, but the moment this figure appeared, a faint light flashed in its hand, and with person and blade it stabbed straight at his back heart.

Even though Fu Shanlie dodged and dragged another person as a shield, the Fusheng Blade didn't hesitate in the least, changing direction midway, first piercing through the shield's right lung, then penetrating out through Fu Shanlie's front chest!

(End of Chapter)