Chapter 335: A Sword for a Hero

The witchcraft could not hurt Lu Zhishen, and Wanyan Shen Tumen was cut into two pieces, which gave the remaining Jin people a double shock.

At that moment, they suddenly realized that no one seemed to be able to stop them, whether physical or magical.

But this is like chasing the stock market up, until it is too late to realize the danger.

Lu Zhishen killed several wizards with his iron rod and advanced with great strides as if he was driving pigs. Yang Chang, who had already killed the general and had freed his hands, saw that the wizards in front of him had low magical powers, and the awe in his heart immediately disappeared.

He thought that he could easily kill the rest without Lu Zhishen drawing fire, so he activated [Flowing Light and Shadow] to dodge.

In a blink of an eye, he had surpassed the big monk and rushed to the front with sword in hand.

The long sword made a sound as it stabbed first and then swung, taking off the two heads in an instant.

"Quick, take the sword, this one is more ruthless, let's deal with him together!"

"We must sacrifice our cultivation and curse him to death at all costs. Otherwise, once we die, Shamanism will be gone."

"Well said, at all costs!"

"Stop making noise and cast the spell!"

Wuqimai retreated while encouraging the great witches to make efforts.

In the critical moment, the great witches all responded and cast spells, completely abandoning the selfishness among the tribes, and were determined to preserve the shaman fire.

Rustle rustle.
Spells of various colors, in the form of wind, smoke, gas, etc., came crashing down like a violent storm.

Yang Chang saw that he couldn't avoid it, and hurriedly raised his fists to block, but witchcraft was not in a material form, so it couldn't be blocked by just the arms.

Feelings of cold, hot, crispy and numb suddenly exploded on his body like a water balloon, but they had no actual effect. This result not only confused Yang Chang, but also stunned the Jurchen witches.

What's going on? We sacrificed our own strength to cast the spell, but it didn't work?

Who would believe it?
Because Yang Chang had no magic resistance and had fainted frequently due to the curse during this period, he always thought that he was afraid of magic. But in fact, his Qi training had been raised to the sixth level, and all of his physical attributes had been improved.

In addition to the known attributes such as strength and agility, even Yang Chang's magic resistance, which did not exist before, was slightly raised as a basic attribute. The witchcraft of the first and second levels of Qi Refining Realm could neither hurt nor trap him.

As for Yang Chang's frequent fainting, it was because Wu Qimai used high-level spells and gathered the efforts of the ten great wizards.

Just as he was feeling extremely surprised, Lu Zhishen had already rushed up with his stick and started to beat them. It was like entering a melon shed and hitting the watermelons, beating the fruits and vegetables on the vines until blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Yang Chang followed with his sword and attacked, clearing out the birdmen like chopping melons and vegetables. Soon there was only one person left on the stage.

Wu Qimai hid behind the wooden man, raised his scimitar and looked at the two men in panic. He knew he couldn't escape by running, so maybe he could use some benefits to gain a chance of survival?
Until the moment of life and death, he didn't know who his opponent was.

Perhaps the witches were too vulnerable to attack, and Lu Zhishen failed to find the big fish. When only Wu Qimai was left, he grabbed Yang Chang and reminded him: "Brother Yang, you said you would give the big fish to me. This birdman is the most gorgeously dressed, so he must be the biggest fish in the valley. You must keep your word."

"hehe."

Yang Changxin thought that this fish was not only the largest in the valley, but also the largest fish in the Jin Kingdom. He couldn't just kill it without knowing why. So he stopped Lu Zhishen and said, "Don't forget why we are here. Master, let me ask you clearly if you want to kill it."

"Uh ok"

As soon as Lu Zhishen finished speaking, Wu Qimai, who could understand Chinese, felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

These two people came with a purpose. Could they really be assassins hired by Erliduo or Nianhan? Did I take the initiative to expose my identity to win them over, or did I use another identity to promise them benefits?

In short, no matter what, you have to speak up to save yourself.

Thinking of this, Wu Qimai hurriedly asked in fluent Chinese: "You two, what are you doing here? If it's for fame and fortune, I can give you more."

"What's fame and fortune, you bastard?"

"Master, don't worry, let me ask."

Yang Chang stopped Lu Zhishen and leaped onto the main altar, startling Wu Qimai so much that he shrank back, his body wrapped in the tightened feathers, like a large quail.

"You are a brave warrior, if you have anything to say, please speak in a nice way. I will tell you everything I know."

"Really?" Seeing Wu Qimai bowing in response, Yang Chang thought, is this what the Jin emperor is like? Then he said disdainfully, "Let me ask you, is this sacrifice held to curse Yang Chang?"

"what?"

Wu Qimai thought of many countermeasures, but he didn't expect to be asked this question, so he quickly waved his hand to deny it, "No, we are just performing ordinary sacrifices, just like you Han people, praying for good weather and good harvests in the coming year."

"Ok!"

Yang Chang suddenly swung his sword, and a piece of wood fell down. With incredible speed, he easily cut off one of the wooden man's arms. At the same time, he frowned and shouted coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will let you taste the sharpness of this sword like this wooden man."

"Don't dare, don't dare"

Wu Qimai was soaked through. While swallowing his saliva to apologize, he frantically thought about how to respond. In a hurry, he replied: "Sir, please allow me to tell you. We are following the order of Prime Minister Nianhan to add a spell to the sacrifice, but we don't know who the target of the spell is."

"Hmm? Are you following Nianhan's orders?"

"Yes, Nianhan is our prime minister, and he is also the high priest of the shaman. Just ask anyone and you will know that we, the shamans in the religion, can only follow orders. As you Han people say, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor."

"Oh?"

The more Yang Chang listened, the more interesting it became. He thought to himself, if I didn't have the [Eye of Insight], you would have definitely fooled me. You are indeed worthy of being the Emperor of Jin. You are so cunning and he knows how to change the conflict as soon as he opens his mouth.

Since you want to play tricks, then I'll play like a lion fighting a rabbit, it's not bad for fun.

"Nianhan? Haha." Yang Chang did not comment, staring at Wu Qimai and asked in a deep voice: "How can you cast a spell if you don't know who the target of the spell is? You can't rely on imagination, right?"

"No, no, brave man, please look."

Wu Qimai stepped back as he spoke, pointing to the back of the wooden figure on the stage. Yang Chang walked forward with curiosity and took a look, only to see eight groups of characters engraved on it.

"This is."

"The birth date and time given by the Prime Minister are the ones who are cursed. We use them to cast the curse."

"Oh?"

Yang Chang didn't take it seriously at first, but after being reminded, he realized that it was really him, so he asked with a fake smile: "Are Nianhan and Yang Chang very familiar with each other? You even know his birth date? Do you think this reason is reasonable?"

"The strong man knows something, and the prime minister himself does not know it, but someone provides it to him."

"Who?"

"Song Jiang."

Wu Qimai put forward another scapegoat and added in a low voice: "He is Yang Changtong from Liangshan, and he is also the leader of Liangshan. If the warriors are from the Central Plains, they should have heard of his name, right?"

"Haha, timely rain sends a river. Of course I've heard of it."

Yang Chang raised his mouth a little higher, thinking, "You've given yourself away, haven't you? You said before that you didn't know who you were cursing, but now you're cursing Song Jiang. Don't you think it's inconsistent?"
But it can be seen that he did not lie. It was the birth date and horoscope provided by Hei Sanlang. It seems that this disgusting official-obsessed person must be dealt with first, otherwise this guy will stab him in the back sooner or later.

Yang Chang saw through it but didn't say anything. He then asked, "How can Yang Changyuan be affected by your curse even in Taiyuan, Hedong? You're not just pretending, are you?"

"Will not."

Wu Qimai shook his head. "At this time, the ten great wizards and twenty minor wizards are working together. As long as the birth date and horoscope are correct, anyone can be affected even at the ends of the earth."

"What is the effect of this curse?" "There is no disease, just inexplicable fainting, and he will wake up naturally in the middle of it. But as the curse deepens, the fainting time will continue to increase, starting from one moment and slowly increasing to one hour, two hours, half a day, a day, and so on. The duration will become longer and longer, until the end of the eighty-one days, and he will never wake up."

“So that’s how it is”

Yang Chang pretended to understand something, and then continued to ask: "How many days have you had now?"

"It's been seventy-two days."

"It's almost time. There are only nine days left. What is the current state of the cursed Yang Chang?"

"Now that the great witches are dead, they can no longer cast great curses, so Yang Chang can still live, but he will be affected by the previous curse and will have to sleep for at least two and a half years."

While answering, Wu Qimai observed the changes in Yang Chang's expression. He was not sure who Yang Chang was working for, but was afraid of alerting the enemy or putting himself in danger if he asked, so he simply continued to wait for an opportunity.

When Yang Chang heard the number two and a half years, he suddenly laughed out loud. Looking at the stunned Wu Qimai, he didn't want to play anymore, so he asked calmly, "What's your name?"

"Sa Gai."

Wuqimai casually reported the name, thinking that even if the visitor knew that Nianhan's father was also called Sagai, this name was used by many Jurchens, so there was no need to worry about the other party questioning it.

"is it?"

Yang Chang smiled faintly. Wu Qimai was really interesting. He was taking advantage of Nianhan at this moment. Then he asked meaningfully, "Do you know who I am?"

"This warrior has amazing martial arts skills, he must be no ordinary person, I was just wondering what his name is."

"Chief Yang."

"what?"

Wu Qimai was stunned at first, but when he saw Yang Chang’s serious expression, he immediately began to swallow his saliva.

There is no doubt that he is powerful, but if this person is really Yang Chang, shouldn't he be in a coma after being cursed by me? Why did he appear in Shangjing? Am I dreaming or something? This doesn't make sense!

Is it
Wu Qimai suddenly reacted. At that moment, he forgot the threat in front of him and eagerly said what he was thinking: "Could it be that Song Jiang gave me a fake birth date?"

"it is true."

"Then why"

"I am the Lord of Light. Can a mere shaman curse hurt me in the slightest?"

Although Yang Chang said this on the surface, he had another answer in his heart.

The horoscope given by Song Jiang can only correspond to the physical body, but inside the body is an alien soul, which is relatively much less affected. With the help of Lu Zhishen, this group of villains were prevented from succeeding.

First seeing that witchcraft had no effect on Lu Zhishen, and then seeing that Yang Chang was basically unaffected, Wu Qimai began to doubt the witchcraft that had been passed down for hundreds of years. Now hearing Yang Chang's proud answer, his heart was beating even more nervous.

At this moment, Lu Zhishen, who was bored in the audience, scratched his head and accidentally pulled off his disguise, revealing his original bald head. Wu Qimai noticed it immediately and asked in a low voice: "Who is this?"

"Have you heard of the Flower Monk Lu Zhishen?"

"It's like thunder in my ears. The culture of the Central Plains is really broad and profound. Since General Yang is not injured and has just vented his anger, can you let him go for the sake of my cooperation?"

"What do you say?"

Yang Chang smiled playfully, then added, "The Great Jin Kingdom, His Majesty the Emperor."

"you"

"Brother Yang, what did you just say? He is the emperor of the Jin Dynasty?"

Wu Qimai was already confused at this time, and Lu Zhishen in the audience also became excited. Yang Chang immediately turned around and smiled: "Yes, Emperor Wu Qimai of the Jin Dynasty, is this fish big?"

"Big, damn big!"

"All the golden people in this valley are dead. Do you think I will let you go? Master Lu is still waiting for the iron rod to save his soul."

"no no."

When Wuqimai heard the words "iron rod for salvation", he remembered that the great witch's head was smashed like a melon just now. He wanted to continue to retreat but found that he was already at the edge of the altar, so he waved his hands and made promises.

"Taiwei Yang, please don't be impulsive. If you kill me today, there will be someone else to be the emperor. Now Nianhan is very powerful. Taiwei killed his two sons and has already taken on a blood feud. After my death, he will definitely control the Jin Kingdom and then attack Hedong."

"I think I killed your son too?"

"It's okay. I have many sons, but Nianhan has no sons. I know the Grand Commandant has great ambitions and it's impossible for him to be under someone else for long. Why don't we cooperate and achieve mutual benefit?"

"Ok?"

Yang Chang suddenly thought of Puluhu and thought to himself that your father had found an enemy to cooperate with for mutual benefit, so your death was in vain.

Seeing that he remained silent, Wu Qimai quickly followed up with the conversation, "The Song Dynasty is weak and incompetent, and the Taiwei is now dominating Hedong. However, Zhao Huan and Zhao Gou are killing each other. If you send troops directly to conquer the Central Plains, if you are short of troops and food, I will definitely help you with all my strength. At that time, the boundary will be drawn along the original Song-Liao border, and the two countries will be brothers and friends for generations."

"The Jin people helped me conquer the world? What's the difference between that and Tong Guan taking Beijing? I can't afford to lose face like this."

"Well, if you think that's too radical, you can also declare yourself emperor and establish a country in Hedong first. I will ask Xixia and Goryeo to congratulate you. It won't affect your own conquest of the world. I will provide you with war horses at that time."

"Haha, your majesty is really eloquent."

Yang Chang thought to himself that this person is more eloquent than Song Jiang, but his trick of making empty promises is useless to me, and I will not learn from Zhao Gou and collude with you.

He smiled and said nothing. Suddenly, he pointed at the knife in Wu Qimai's hand and changed the subject, saying, "Your knife is pretty good."

"You have a good eye, Commander. This is the sword worn by the Liao Emperor, Yelu Yanxi. You Han people say that a sword is worthy of a hero. I have met a hero today, so how can I not give it to him as a gift? Please accept it quickly."

"The Liao Emperor's sword? I'll have to see it."

Yang Chang immediately threw away the sword in his hand, but at the moment of catching the precious sword, he suddenly stretched out his left hand to grab Wu Qimai, and then lifted him up in the air like a chicken.

"Captain Yang, why is this happening?"

"There is no one in the Jin Kingdom who can fight. What can you bring to us as a brother country? If I want war horses, can't I defeat the Jin Kingdom and directly control the horse farm? As for small countries like Xixia and Goryeo, why do we need them to recognize our founding?"

"Ah You"

"Go down, you!"

Wu Qimai panicked when he heard this, but Yang Chang continued to fight with him patiently. He threw him to the empty space under the stage and muttered, "Master, the big fish is in your hands. Give him a quick death."

"No, no, Master Lu, if you are merciful and let me go, I am willing to build a temple for you and make a golden statue in your image. In short, everything can be discussed."

"Brother Yang, I don't want to kill that rat, why not let him fend for himself?"

"Okay, let them fend for themselves, okay."

What Lu Zhishen meant was actually to hand the matter over to the tiger at the mouth of the valley, but Wu Qimai was unaware of this and took advantage of the situation.

Yang Chang had lost his patience. He jumped off the stage with his sword in hand and swung a cold light forward. Wu Qimei, who was still waiting, was beheaded in the blink of an eye.

Using the Liao Emperor's sword to behead the Jin Emperor, can I be considered to have avenged the Liao people?
Squat down and touch the corpse, and the first drop that pops up has an amazing name.

[Obtain Tanlang, use it to increase your prestige and charm, please choose to use or discard. ]

(End of this chapter)