The Great Summoning Technique

Ji Xuan made a name for himself on the battlefield of Qingzhou, destroying the cities of Dongling and Guoxian with violence, causing the Great Feng garrison to collapse.

The Yunzhou army was fighting on three fronts. The battles in Songshan County and Wanping County were not going well. Only the troops led by Ji Xuan were unstoppable and suppressed the only army in the Qingzhou garrison that had a third-rank Warlock.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Great Feng.

Who wouldn't be wary of this newly rising young powerhouse? Some even compare Ji Xuan to Xu Qi'an, as both are extraordinary martial artists of the younger generation.

Therefore, upon recognizing that the lone cavalryman approaching the city was Ji Xuan, the defenders on the city wall immediately tensed up, their emotions of tension, panic, and fear surging within them.

What is he trying to do?

Can you conquer the city alone?

Who, who can stop him?

Thoughts flashed through the minds of the Qingzhou garrison, bringing tension, fear, and a sliver of despair.

"Fire!"

"From the city wall," a general shouted.

But the artillerymen were pale and tense, as if they hadn't heard anything.

It wasn't that he intentionally disobeyed orders, but rather that he was too nervous and focused, neglecting the sounds around him.

The general kicked aside the artillerymen and was about to personally take to the field when he saw Ji Xuan stop and not continue his advance.

Ji Xuan reined in his horse, gazed at the city wall, and said calmly:

Where is Yang Gong? Tell him to come out and see me.

His tone was calm, yet his voice clearly reached the ears of every soldier on guard.

Zhou Mi, the former commander of Qingzhou, gripped the hilt of his sword, stood by the parapet, and said in a deep voice:

"Speak your mind!"

Ji Xuan drew a small knife from his waist, played with it in his hand, and seemed to have no regard for Zhou Mi:

You have no right to speak to me.

Zhou Mi was, after all, the former commander of Qingzhou, one of the three most powerful figures in the land. He had never been insulted like this before.

Fortunately, years of service in office had tempered his arrogant military nature considerably. He took a deep breath, turned to his deputy, and said:

"Go and invite Provincial Governor Yang."

In any case, it's a good thing that the other side didn't attack the city immediately. Let's hear what he has to say.

The lieutenant glanced at Ji Xuan in the distance with extreme apprehension, then accepted the order and left.

A moment later, Yang Gong, dressed in a scarlet robe, climbed onto the city wall.

"Provincial Governor Yang." Zhou Mi went to greet him and transmitted his voice:

"The rebel army in Yunzhou has amassed a large force and is at the city gates. Today, the odds are against us."

Without the supervisor to restrain the extraordinary experts of Yunzhou, how can Xunzhou resist the encroachment of the rebel army?

Zhou Mi chose to use telepathy because he did not want to undermine the morale of his troops, even though the morale of the defenders was already low.

Yang Gong nodded solemnly, walked to the parapet, and said in a deep voice:

"This official Yang Gong."

Ji Xuan then stopped playing with his short sword, glanced at the soldiers guarding the city wall, and shouted:

"When two armies are at war, the messenger shall not be killed."

"The Yunzhou delegation came to the capital to negotiate peace, only to be met with a coup by Xu Qi'an and the Princess, a pair of treacherous lovers. These two colluded to overthrow the imperial power and imprison our Yunzhou delegation. You, as soldiers of the Great Feng, may not know how to cleanse the emperor of these corrupt officials, but the dignity of the Yunzhou royal family cannot be offended."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the city wall, and said:

"Xu Qi'an's cousin Xu Xinnian, is in Xunzhou. Hand him over immediately, and this general may spare your lives. Otherwise, I will raze Xunzhou to the ground today and turn you all to ashes."

After saying that, Ji Xuan's short sword burst forth with a soaring blade light. He flicked the sword, and an arc of light shot out, carving a deep trench in the ground before striking the city wall with a loud "bang."

With a series of cracking sounds, the sturdy city wall crumbled, revealing a spiderweb-like pattern of fissures. At the same time, the soldiers guarding the city walls felt their feet sway.

How arrogant!

The generals in the defending army were both afraid and angry, but they were powerless to do anything about it.

The other party is indeed arrogant, and they are also undeniably powerful.

Only extraordinary martial artists can defeat extraordinary martial artists.

If even the generals could get angry, the ordinary soldiers didn't even dare to show any anger. They were all trembling with fear, and a chill ran down their spines.

With the power of that one strike, if it had landed on the city wall or on their bodies, ten lives would have been lost. No matter how many people there were, it wouldn't have been enough for this terrifying young man to slaughter.

"This kid's gotten so arrogant lately."

Miao Youfang gripped the knife handle tightly, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Back in Yongzhou City, Xu Yinluo single-handedly routed them. Now, in the absence of a tiger, the monkey reigns supreme."

Miao Youfang and Ji Xuan were enemies.

Back when the dragon's aura was still present in his body, he was chased from Qingzhou to Yongzhou by Ji Xuan and his gang, and then captured in a brothel.

If he hadn't met Xu Yinluo later, where would Miao Youfang be today?

Xu Xinnian crouched down, head bowed, not letting Ji Xuan see him, his expression grave:

"You know that was back then; now Ji Xuan is also an extraordinary martial artist."

Mo Sang snorted:

"My father could beat him with one hand."

Behind them, in the Yunzhou army camp, Ge Wenxuan, holding a monocular telescope, surveyed the situation of the defending troops on the city wall and couldn't help but chuckle:

"Young Master Ji Xuan has truly become famous in one battle."

"One man on horseback terrified the Great Feng garrison into silence. They thought that once they conquered the Central Plains, they would add this chapter to the history books and leave their mark on history."

Each of the senior generals in the legions carried a monocular telescope, closely watching the walls of Xunzhou.

After unleashing a slash, Ji Xuan slowly scanned the city wall. Seeing no one respond, he chuckled and said:

"What? After a woman becomes emperor, you all become women too?"

"Don't even think about it! Xu Yinluo is a man of great righteousness, who has rendered meritorious service to the country and the people. Even if we die in battle, we will not let you have your way."

"From the city wall," a general shouted.

Without a word, Ji Xuan flicked his wrist, and the short sword whistled away.

The general was quite skilled and sensed the danger in advance, lunging to the side.

"Boom!"

A gap was blasted open in the city wall, and rubble flew everywhere.

The general dodged the terrible blow, but was severely injured by the aftershock and collapsed to the ground.

"Those who don't know what's good for them can step forward again," Ji Yuan said aggressively.

The Great Feng garrison dared not speak out in anger, gripping their weapons tightly and gritting their teeth in frustration.

Seeing that the garrison remained uncooperative, Ji Xuan expressionlessly drew his sword, a cold smile appearing on his handsome face:

"It seems you are unwilling to accept my good intentions. Then today, Ji Xuan will break through the city alone and present your Empress with a coronation gift."

If he hadn't considered the possibility of accidentally crushing Xu Xinnian like an insect, he wouldn't have wasted his breath.

As the longsword was drawn, the overwhelming pressure of the extraordinary warrior was released, like a tidal wave or a collapsing mountain, descending upon the hearts of every soldier guarding the city walls.

This made the ordinary defenders feel like they were facing their doom, and they lost the courage to fight back.

Yang Gong was about to use Confucian School Law Technique to boost morale and help the defending troops escape the oppressive power of the third-rank military officer.

Just as the soldiers on the city wall were filled with fear.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky surged and changed rapidly, condensing into a gigantic face that looked down upon Xunzhou and down upon Ji Xuan, who was as insignificant as an ant.

"A mere third-rank official dares to speak so arrogantly!"

A deep and majestic voice came from the heavens above.

The face formed by the gathering of clouds was recognized by many of the guards present.

--Xu Qi'an, the Silver Gong Great Feng of Xu Qi'an.

Qingzhou.

Two streets away from the Provincial Judicial Commissioner's Office, Chu Yuanzhen stood by the window of a restaurant, looking down at the main road, which wasn't too crowded with pedestrians.

"When I traveled to Qingzhou years ago, this place was full of beautiful flowers, and the people lived in peace and contentment. I never imagined that in just a few years, it would become so desolate." Chu Yuanzhen held his wine cup and sighed deeply.

Qingzhou has become like this, half disaster and half war.

Actually, Qingzhou was relatively good. After the Yunzhou army captured the city, they only plundered the people's money once, and then they did not loot again.

Instead, they used the money and grain they had seized from the people to provide relief to them, taking from the people and using it for the people, and even reaping a wave of gratitude.

Li Lingsu asked:

"Brother Yang, is Hei Lian still inside the yamen?"

Chu Yuanzhen stepped back to the side, making room for him.

Yang Qianhuan stepped to the window, her back to everyone. Her eyes, hidden beneath her veil, shone with a clear light. After gazing intently for a moment, she closed her eyes, and two streams of hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Still there!"

As a fourth-rank Warlock, observing the fate of a second-rank expert inevitably leads to some backlash.

Yang Qianhuan will be blind for half a quarter of an hour.

They were lucky; not long after they infiltrated Qingzhou, they discovered that the rebel army in Yunzhou was gathering on a large scale, preparing to attack Yongzhou.

Hei Lian, however, was serving in the Provincial Judicial Commissioner's Office and did not accompany the army on the expedition.

This gave the Heaven and Earth Society an opportunity to catch a lone individual.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society stayed at an inn near the Provincial Judicial Commissioner's Office, temporarily holding their positions and awaiting news from Xu Qi'an.

If Xu Pingfeng and Jialuoshu appear in Yongzhou, then they should immediately launch an attack to surround and kill Hei Lian.

Conversely, they will either remain in hiding or cancel the plan.

However, Master Jinlian believed that the latter was unlikely, because the Yunzhou Army was Xu Pingfeng's base of operations, and he would not be able to leave without going on the expedition. Otherwise, he would be in danger if he encountered Xu Qi'an or other extraordinary experts from Great Feng.

The army was wiped out in an instant.

On the contrary, it would be more normal and reasonable for Gara Tree and Xu Pingfeng to go on the expedition, while the weaker Black Lotus would stay in Qingzhou to suppress the rear.

"There's one more thing to note: the White Emperor has disappeared," Asura, sitting at the table, reminded him.

"Qingzhou has no first-rank officials," Yang Qianhuan said calmly, her back to the crowd.

"After the Supervisor was sealed away, the White Emperor never appeared again," Master Jinlian added.

He had secretly appeared in the dreams of several generals of the Yunzhou army and was surprised to find that they had never seen the White Emperor again after conquering Qingzhou.

As they were talking, everyone felt a sudden pang of fear and tacitly pulled out fragments of the Earth Book, revealing Xu Qi'an's message:

[Three: Let's get started!]

"Xu Yinluo, it's Xu Yinluo!"

"I've met Xu Yinluo; it's definitely him."

On the city wall, the Great Feng garrison raised their heads, looked at the face formed by the white clouds in the sky, and cried out in surprise.

Is it really Xu Yinluo?

"Damn it, you guys can't lie to me!"

The soldiers, who had never seen Xu Qi'an's true face, pressed him for answers with both eagerness and trepidation.

"It's him, there's no mistake. Besides Xu Yinluo, who else among us is this capable?"

"Yes. Xu Yinluo has finally arrived, he's finally arrived."

Discussions arose from all sides of the city wall, and joy filled the faces of every soldier, replacing the previous tension and despair.

Just as a wolf pack has a leader, a lone wolf has someone to rely on.

The demoralized and low morale has vanished.

When Xu Yinluo appeared on the battlefield, they felt relieved; even if they died in battle, they wouldn't feel it was meaningless.

Yang Gong silently exhaled a breath of stale air. Hmm, his student has arrived.

Miao Youfang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes reddening with emotion.

"He's here. I knew he would come."

As he spoke, Miao Youfang drew his long sword, raised it high, and roared:

"We swear to follow Xu Yinluo to the death, to defend Xunzhou, to defend Yongzhou."

His lead immediately triggered a chain reaction; the soldiers on the city walls drew their swords and raised their spears, shouting:

"I swear to follow Xu Yinluo to the death."

"Defend Xunzhou."

"Defend Yongzhou."

Xu Xinnian looked around, his mind wandering, and murmured:

"This is the unparalleled prestige my elder brother now enjoys in the Great Feng Dynasty."

Amidst a deafening roar, Xu Qi'an broke through the clouds and plummeted to the earth like a meteor.

Boom!

The earth suddenly collapsed, creating a deep crater, and the Yunzhou army, five miles away, clearly felt the tremor.

By this time, Ji Xuan had already retreated over a hundred feet, leaving behind a warhorse that was instantly killed by the shock, bleeding from its seven orifices.

At this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred on the Yunzhou army's side: two tall and majestic Dharma images appeared.

The Dharma image on the left is six zhang tall, as if cast in gold, with bulging muscles, twelve pairs of arms spread out in a fan shape behind it, and a scorching ring of fire burning behind its head.

It seemed to be the embodiment of power and fire; the moment it appeared, the temperature in the high altitude rose sharply, ushering in the sweltering heat of summer. The expanding pressure, accompanied by air waves, swept in all directions.

On the right is a pale golden statue sitting cross-legged, head bowed, eyes downcast, hands clasped together. It symbolizes the weight and solidity of a mountain; around it, space is frozen, and there is not a breath of wind.

Between the two Buddha statues stood a tall and imposing Bodhisattva, coldly looking down.

On the other side, the figure of the white-robed Warlock immediately appeared, stepping on a circular formation, his white robes as white as snow.

The circular formation slowly rotated, surrounded by the forces of lightning, wind, fire, water, earth, metal, and wood, exuding a majestic and powerful aura.

The white-robed Warlock seemed to disapprove of Xu Qi'an's arrogance and was deliberately trying to suppress him.

Ji Xuan stood in front, with the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree on the left and Xu Pingfeng on the right, forming a pincer movement against the lone Xu Qi'an.

The shouts of the city wall defenders abruptly ceased, and the two distant statues sent shivers down their spines.

I've been waiting for you for so long!

Ji Xuan grinned and said:

"I heard that you supported a woman to ascend the throne and become empress. Many people say that you are at your wit's end and are putting up a last-ditch resistance. I think so too."

"The supervisor has left you a backup plan. Use it when necessary, so that when the time comes for the Bodhisattva Gara Tree and the National Preceptor to intervene, you won't even have a chance to use it."

For him, this siege was about killing and capturing people. If he had Xu Qi'an's cousin in his grasp, he wouldn't be afraid that Xu Qi'an wouldn't exchange the hostages.

For the Imperial Advisor, this was a test to lure the snake out of its hole. He probably wanted to know what kind of confidence gave Xu Qi'an the courage to take such a desperate gamble.

At this moment, a beam of clear light rose from behind Xu Qi'an, transforming into the figure of Sun Xuanji, dressed in flowing white robes.

Senior Brother Sun, whose height, appearance, and temperament were all unremarkable, took a deep look at Gara Tree and Xu Pingfeng, and suddenly roared fiercely:

"Come!"

Lift your foot and stomp down hard!

The teleportation array suddenly radiated outwards, and within the clear light, a figure appeared, with snow-white hair, dressed in simple clothes, standing with hands behind his back, and proudly saying:

"Martial Arts Alliance, Kouyang Prefecture!"

Another figure appeared in the formation, dressed in feathered robes, wearing a lotus crown, with a cinnabar dot between her brows, and possessing a beauty that could topple kingdoms. She carried a rusty iron sword in her hand.

"Human Sect, Luo Yuheng!"

Although I'm here to make a statement.

A third figure appeared, wearing a Confucian hat and robe, with one hand behind his back and the other on his abdomen, and he smiled:

"Confucian School, Zhao Shou!"

One after another, figures appeared, summoned by the teleportation array.

"Jinluo Yangyan."

"Jiang Luzhong."

Zhang Kaitai.

"Chen Ying."

Cao Qingyang.

"Xiao Yuenu."

"Dai Zong."

"Old Qiao."

"Fu Jing Gate."

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Nearly thirty fourth-rank individuals appeared in the formation, including former subordinates of Wei Yuan, leaders and sect masters of the Martial Arts Alliance, and experts recruited and recruited by Huai Qing.

They stood behind the extraordinary expert, who in turn stood behind Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an's sideburns flew, his sleeves fluttered, and he said, word by word:

"By order of the Empress, suppress the rebel army!"

"Better to be a shattered jade than a whole tile!"

On the city walls of Xunzhou, the soldiers, who had been under immense pressure since the fall of Qingzhou, instantly had tears welling up in their eyes.

Who says the Great Feng has no one?