Final Volume Chapter 13
Final Volume Chapter 13
Sichuan Camp is located next to Dongfang Mansion. If such a big thing happened in Sichuan Camp, Dongfang Mansion also heard the noise, but people didn't know exactly what happened. Read the full text.
When the soldiers sent by Ningyuan came to ask for help, people realized that it was Huangfu Xiutai who was killing people in the Sichuan Camp! Zhong Jia frowned and asked, "Do you know why Huangfu Show Stage suddenly entered your camp?"
"I don't even know! Elder Huangfu might...maybe he's crazy?" Sichuan Bing stammered.
Zhongja took a breath, looked at the other junior brothers, and asked them for their opinions, whether he would help or not in this matter.
The second disciple Feng Yi said seriously: "Elder brother, His Royal Highness the King of Sichuan has helped us a lot. Now that the Sichuan army is in trouble, we should help!" While speaking, he even winked at Zhong Jia.
This time is a good opportunity for them, a good opportunity to get rid of Huangfu Xiutai and avenge their master.
Originally, Huangfu's show stage was protected by Tang Yin, and no one could touch him. Now, he didn't know what medicine he took, and he suddenly came to Sichuan camp to cause trouble and kill people. We could take this opportunity to eradicate the old thieves openly.
Of course Zhong Jie understood what his junior brother meant. He nodded and said quietly, "What the second brother said makes sense!" After speaking, he looked at the other junior brothers and asked, "What do you think?"
Junior disciple Peng Jun said: "Second senior brother is right. The Sichuan army is in trouble. We can't sit idly by and ignore it. Senior brother, we have to rush over immediately!" The other senior brothers also nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Zhongjia no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice: "Gather the other junior brothers and follow us to Sichuan Camp. This is Shenchi City, and Huangfu Xiutai will not tolerate his misdeeds!"
"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, turned around and walked out.
There are many people who like chin straps. In addition to their direct disciples, there are also a large group of disciples, adding up to more than a hundred people. They marched out of Dongfang Mansion and headed straight for Sichuan Camp.
The two places are adjacent and within easy reach.
When they arrived, Huangfu Xiutai had already fought back from the west courtyard to the middle courtyard. Far away, Zhong Jie and others saw Huangfu Xiutai charging left and right among the crowd of Sichuan soldiers, as if they were in a deserted land, and groups of Sichuan soldiers died miserably under his sword.
What a arrogant old thief! Zhong Jia secretly gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and shouted sternly: "Huangfu Show Stage, is the Sichuan Army Camp a place where you are allowed to run wild?"
Hearing the shouts, Huangfu Xiutai stood firm. Then, he slowly turned his head, and his cold and emotionless eyes swept over Zhong Jia and the others one by one.
Seeing clearly that the people coming were Dongfang Yehuai's disciples, Huangfu Xiutai's eyes immediately became bloodshot.
If they don't come to him, he will go find them later. He believes that without these disciples of Dongfang Yehuai, the Sichuan army would not be able to hurt the junior sister. It can be said that these people are accomplices in the death of the junior sister, and may even be It's the murderer.
Thinking of this, Huangfu Xiutai held the spirit sword with a rattling sound, his eyes were cold, and he walked towards Zhong Jie and the others step by step. Before Zhongja could make a statement, Peng Jun rushed out first and shouted sternly: "Old thief, please pay for my master's life!"
While shouting, Peng Jun completed the spiritual armor transformation and the spiritual transformation of the weapon at the same time, and struck Huangfu Xiutai's face with his sword.
Huangfu was not polite at the show stage. When he saw the opponent stabbing him with a sword, the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly glowed with radiance. Then, the spiritual sword became shorter little by little. In the end, it seemed that it was completely covered by the spiritual armor on his body. As if absorbed.
This is the secret skill that Huangfu Xiutai is famous for, the combination of weapons and armor.
After he completed the combination of weapons and armor, Peng Jun's sword had already stabbed him in front of him. Huangfu Xiutai just raised his hand casually to block his face.
Click! Peng Jun's sword was piercing Huangfu Xiutai's palm. He thought he could pierce the opponent's palm and head, but he was wrong. His spiritual sword could not even penetrate the spiritual armor on Huangfu Xiutai's palm. Puncture is just a small dimple.
Not to mention that Peng Jun was secretly surprised, even the expressions of Zhong Jie and others behind him also changed drastically. Chu Qing, the only female disciple of Dongfang Yehuai, shouted and flew out, hoping to save Peng Jun. Unfortunately it's still too late.
I saw Huangfu Xiutai flipping his wrist and grabbing Peng Jun's spirit sword. He didn't see how hard he used it. He just pulled back and pulled the spirit sword over.
The spirit sword was like a piece of paper in his hands. He clasped his hands together, and the spirit sword immediately twisted into a ball and threw it away. Then he took a step forward and came to Peng Jun. He rounded his fist and aimed it at Peng Jun. Jun's head was smashed with all his strength.
Huangfu Xiutai's attack was so fast that he didn't even give you a chance to dodge. Peng Jun knew he was outmatched, so he could only raise his arms and cross his arms to block it.
There were only two crisp sounds in succession, and Huangfu's iron fist hit Peng Jun's arms firmly.
Just one blow not only smashed the spiritual armor of Peng Jun's arms, but also broke the arm bones. That's not all. The fist continued to fall and hit Peng Jun's head again.
As a close disciple of Dongfang Yehuai, Peng Jun is considered to be very advanced in spiritual martial arts, but in front of Huangfu's show stage, he is just like a child.
His head was like a smashed watermelon, smashed to pieces by a punch, and bright red blood and white brains splashed all over the ground.
It sounds slow, but in fact the whole process is extremely fast, just a matter of stone, fire and lightning. Chu Qing, who had already rushed to rescue Peng Jun, could see clearly. She screamed and rushed towards the Huangfu catwalk like crazy.
The latter just glanced at her, then raised his hand, without any warning, the spiritual armor at his fingertips suddenly grew several meters long, like five long needles, piercing Chu Qing.
Chu Qing roared and swung her sword to block, but she only regarded them as two spiritual thorns, and the other three spiritual thorns pierced her throat, heart and lower abdomen respectively.
Puff, puff, puff! With three muffled sounds, Chu Qing's forward figure suddenly stopped. She slowly lowered her head and looked at the three spiritual thorns piercing her body with an unbelievable expression.
Huangfu Xiutai raised his arm, and Chu Qing's body was immediately picked up in the air by the spiritual thorns. Huangfu Xiutai looked at Zhong He and others opposite with a gloomy look. He said nothing, but just moved his fingers slowly.
As his fingers moved, the spiritual armor extending from his fingertips also moved with them. With a creaking sound like a saw, Chu Qing, who was suspended in the air, was cut into four pieces by the spiritual thorns. Blood and internal organs were the first to fall from the air. A lively person turned into a pile of blood and flesh in the blink of an eye.
As soon as they fought, two people were injured. Zhong He and other disciples were all shocked, horrified, sad, angry, and distressed.
This is the true strength of Huangfu Xiutai. The combination of weapons, armor and spirit has been used to perfection. In this field, even Guanghan Ting may not be able to catch up with him.
"Huangfu old thief, I will fight you!"
Zhong He suddenly shouted, tears flashing in his red eyes, and rushed to Huangfu Xiutai on the opposite side. The rest of the disciples also chased after him, and each of them used desperate fighting methods, as if they all wanted to exchange their lives with Huangfu Xiutai.
"If you want to kill me, you need to practice for a few more decades!" Huangfu Xiutai shouted, retracting the spiritual thorns on his fingertips. Facing the hundreds of Dongfang Yehuai disciples who were coming towards him, he was not afraid. Instead of retreating, he took the initiative to fight.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, Huangfu Xiutai was hit by several swords, but none of them could break his armor and spiritual armor. For him, it was like tickling. Huangfu Xiutai knocked two people away in a row while walking and passing. Both of them were killed on the spot with broken bones and tendons.
The spiritual martial arts of Dongfang Yehuai's disciples were not weak, but the gap was too big compared to Huangfu Xiutai. There were several more corpses on the ground before the two sides fought for a few rounds.
During their fight, more Sichuan soldiers gathered, and even the main general Zhang Shun arrived. Seeing that Dongfang Yehuai's so many disciples fighting Huangfu Xiutai together did not have any advantage, Zhang Shun shouted: "Elder Dongfang's disciples, get out of the way!"
Zhong He and others greeted each other and retreated together. The moment they retreated, the Sichuan Army's arrow array arrived.
The dense arrows were mixed with a large number of spiritual arrows, which was also the best skill of the Sichuan Army in killing spiritual cultivators. Ordinary arrows were used to disrupt the enemy's realization, and the spiritual arrows in the arrow array were the real killer.
Huangfu Xiutai sneered and stood there without moving. One hand was behind his back, and the other hand was raised lightly to protect his face.
The crisp sound of ding-dong-dang was heard in his ears, and a layer of sparks burst out from Huangfu Xiutai's body.
Looking at him again, the spiritual armor was not damaged at all, but his feet were full of broken arrows.
His raised palm suddenly clenched, just catching a spiritual arrow flying towards him. He looked down at the arrow in his hand. Yes, it was exactly the same as the steel arrow found on his junior sister.
Thinking of his tragic death, Huangfu Xiutai's eyes turned red again, his eyes were full of revenge. He threw the steel arrow in his hand to the ground viciously, then roared to the sky, and rushed forward against the arrow formation of the Sichuan Army.
Huangfu Xiutai was like a tiger coming down the mountain, or a monster crawling out of hell. His powerful aura alone overwhelmed the thousands of Sichuan Army soldiers on the opposite side.
After resisting countless arrows, Huangfu Xiutai rushed to the front of the Sichuan Army camp, swung his arms outward, and the spiritual armor on his palms turned into two long hand knives, and several Sichuan soldiers were cut in half by his hand knives.
A nearby spiritual archer saw Huangfu Xiutai approaching, and hurriedly wanted to put on the spiritual arrow, but Huangfu Xiutai jumped up to him, grabbed his arm forward, and directly snatched the steel arrow from the spiritual archer's hand. Without waiting for the other party to come back to his senses, he held the steel arrow and stabbed the spiritual archer's eyes fiercely.
Puff! The steel arrow pierced through the archer's head, and the arrow head stuck out from behind his head. Huangfu Xiu kicked the corpse in front of him hard, and then he rushed towards Zhang Shun again with the steel arrow in his hand.