Chapter 741: How Many Masters Does the Buddha Have?

History has already proven that if a general previously lost a battle, then this time facing the same opponent, he will very likely learn from the lesson and turn defeat into victory.

Shangxi Dongzan had previously been taught a lesson by the Tang army of Shazhou, but it was only his vanguard that had been blunted; his main force remained intact. Moreover, Tubo troops continued pouring endlessly from the high plateau into the Huangshui River valley, with someone backing him up.

Therefore, the total strength of the Tubo army still held an overwhelming advantage over the Tang army of Shazhou. By all logic, it should not—

It was now spring. In Li Fuyao's view, by summer, no matter what, success or failure, this matter had to be settled.

Countless surging sword energies erupted from the blade, and countless vast sword intents flickered in and out of existence in Meng Jin's eyes.

"Sword Dao in this world has no distinction of high and low. Cultivation techniques? There is no need." Chao Qingqiu originally did not wish to say more, but on this topic, he still could not resist adding a remark.

Only similarly, the so-called romantic tales of Sword Immortal Li circulating from within Luoyang were also flying everywhere.

Though he did not know how Lin Fan had approached him without a sound, the strength of a Condensation Realm martial artist was still not something he would take seriously.

Pan'er did not consider herself some precious person. Since Old Woman Qian had snatched the blade away, she could not very well grapple with Old Woman Qian either—otherwise, if she got hurt somewhere, that would surely be troublesome.

Shi Jin watched this scene, his Adam's apple sliding up and down. A surge of heat rose from within his body, flowing through every limb and bone, setting off towering waves inside him.

"Becoming Ying Zheng's weapon—this does not seem to be the original intention behind founding the Quicksand, does it?" Zhang Liang's brow furrowed slightly, unnoticed.

Drawing the Silver Snake Sword, Lin Fan looked at the fire spirit before him with burning eyes. At this point, one sword strike would make the Earth Fire Crystal his own, and all these days of preparation and scheming would finally be rewarded.

"When the senior intervened, you were not saving Han Xin, but rather that provocative brute." Zhang Liang shook his head and said.

A white figure raced over like lightning, and before any of the imperial bodyguards could react, it sent them all tumbling to the ground with moves too fast for the naked eye to follow.

A faint sound came from outside the door, like the noise of shoes dragging across the ground—extremely soft—yet Xinglian still heard it.

When the people around heard that it was Mo Yun's voice, they now watched from the side. The voice of Mo Yun, the foremost genius of the Demon Palace, rang out, and everyone listened with rapt attention.

Seeing "Brother Lu" nod in acknowledgment, Wu Xiao cheerfully agreed, cleared his throat, and began to tell the story.

Shangguan Chen and the others wore ugly expressions. If Ji Hui'er had not just employed a trick, how could she have obtained this item? And among their group just now, there had been Ji Hui'er's own elder brother, Ji Cheng.

Two dark figures leaped among trees dozens of meters tall. After a few flashes, they had already crossed a distance of a hundred meters.

These two troublesome opponents—without their beast companions at their side, how was she supposed to assist? Or should she shamefully become a burden?

Finally, Nangong Ru slumped to the ground in despair, her whole body trembling as she watched the blood curse that marked the contract merge into the demonic beast's forehead, gathering into a golden gleam and forming a teardrop-shaped mark.

Before Zhu Da arrived, not many households in Huairen County kept dogs. But after the night the Fang and Yang families were massacred and set ablaze, every wealthy family started keeping dogs, concentrated right around the county office. At the slightest disturbance at night, the dogs would bark ceaselessly—quite a nuisance.

Li Si said: "The auspicious outcome is naturally that Yan sincerely comes to surrender, freeing our hands to attack Chu. But the inauspicious outcome is harder to sum up in a word."

Seeing this, the Yangzhou army below immediately waved banners and shouted, cheering Zhang Xun on. The sound carried out over a hundred li, and even the fish in the Yangtze River were startled into constant thrashing.

In the State of Zhao today, every faction was in upheaval, yet Jiang Chen still had the mind to leisurely fish with him here. This state of mind was truly rare—even he himself could not achieve such composure.

In a side room, however, Li Ji appeared far more composed. After all, the Tongtian she admired truly possessed abilities that reached the heavens and pierced the earth. That so-called Xiaoyaozi, that so-called Master Xue—they thought highly of themselves but were merely mantises trying to stop a chariot. They thoroughly deserved their fate.