The movement of Tuoba Guanghe's spiritual power stagnated, blood surged in his chest, and the rhythm of his attack was immediately interrupted.

Fu Qingyang flipped in the air, stabilized his body, grabbed three tubes of life source liquid from the inventory, bit them into pieces with his steel teeth, and mixed them with glass shards before swallowing them.

The arms creaked, bones connected, and flesh and blood regenerated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drums beat loudly at the top of the city, shaking for dozens of miles.

The emperor who was beating the drum was bleeding from his seven orifices, and thick blood kept flowing down from the corners of his mouth, hanging on his chest and abdomen.

"Can you persist?" Fu Qingyang asked as he distanced himself.

Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache. When he heard this, he forced out an ugly and twisted smile: "I said that the emperor guarded the country and the king died in the country, you have no joke!"

Fu Qingyang said: "Okay! Kill him within half an hour!"

While speaking, he raised his hands again and pressed them down.

Tuoba Guanghe sneered: "No matter how many soldiers there are, what's the point for us at our level?"

He suddenly shut up.

Four figures came out of the air, including a woman wearing a gorgeous red dress holding a pot, a cool beauty wearing a black gauze skirt, a strong man with dark red hair and a green robe, and the female figure wearing strange clothes.

Four master-level soldier dolls.

Fu Qingyang gently exhaled a breath of sword energy: "Tuoba, if the six masters join forces, you will deserve your death."

The first half was just a warm-up and delaying time. He had been waiting for the three masters to resolve the corpse curse.

Although the national master's spell is powerful, it is only a single spell. The caster is dead and the power will gradually weaken. Moreover, those who are cursed are masters and powerful. It is only a matter of time before the spell is resolved.
Chapter completed!