Final Volume Chapter 16

Chapter 16 of the final volume

Junior sister? What junior sister? What does Huangfu Xiutai’s junior sister have to do with me? Xiao Xuan heard Huangfu Xiutai’s shouting, his face was full of confusion. He didn’t understand what he was saying at all. He turned his head and looked at the generals around him in confusion, asking them what was going on. Read the full text.

The generals were also confused. One of them snorted and laughed, saying: "Your Majesty, in my opinion, Huangfu Xiutai is crazy, and what he said is crazy, your Majesty doesn’t have to take it seriously!"

Xiao Xuan nodded. In his impression, Huangfu Xiutai’s junior sister is only Jin Xuan, but he has nothing to do with Jin Xuan. Besides, Jin Xuan accompanied Huangfu Xiutai to Fengying yesterday. Why is he going to commemorate her spirit in heaven?

"I think Huangfu Xiutai is crazy, talking nonsense. If we leave him here, I don't know how many people will be killed in the future. Today, our army will help Shenchi get rid of another scourge!" Xiao Xuan said in a deep voice.

General Lu You on the side grinned and whispered: "My king, it's too dangerous here, let's hide first!" Seeing Huangfu Xiutai rushing towards this side like crazy, Lu You was very worried about Xiao Xuan's safety.

Xiao Xuan didn't care at all. He smiled and said: "I am surrounded by Dachuan warriors. How can Huangfu Xiutai, a mere person, do anything to me?"

As they were talking, Huangfu Xiutai suddenly roared, put away the spiritual combination of his armor, and restored the spiritual sword. Then, he used the spiritual transformation of the soldier. In just a moment, the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly showed a dazzling light, and the sword body of the spiritual sword also changed accordingly.

He swung the magic sword in his hand outward, and a virtual sword with thousands of rays of light appeared in the air and flew straight towards Xiao Xuan.

"My king, be careful!" Yang Zhao, who was beside Xiao Xuan, quickly pressed Xiao Xuan to the ground.

With a swish, the virtual sword passed over Xiao Xuan's head, and then pierced straight into the chest of a Sichuan general behind him. Puff! The Sichuan general didn't even have time to react, and was pierced through the chest by the virtual sword, and fell straight on his back.

Who would have thought that Huangfu Xiutai, who was more than 20 meters away from the central army tent and in the midst of the chaos, had the energy to suddenly attack and deliver a fatal blow to Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan, who was lying on the ground, looked back at the body of the Sichuan general who was killed on the spot, and his face instantly turned pale as paper. If Yang Zhao hadn't reacted quickly and knocked him down at the critical moment, then it would not be him who was lying on the ground dying, but himself. Thinking of this, Xiao Xuan's cold sweat flowed down, and in just a moment, his clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat.

"My king——" The generals around reacted and rushed forward, using their bodies as a human wall to surround Xiao Xuan and protect him tightly. "Is my king okay?" "Is my king injured?"

Xiao Xuan, who was still in shock, slowly stood up with the help of everyone. He coughed a few times, then shook his head slowly and said, "I... I'm fine, but..." As he spoke, he looked down at the body of General Chuan and murmured, "It's just that I hurt General Shi..."

"It's good that my king is okay, it's good that my king is safe!" The generals all breathed a sigh of relief. Now, Xiao Xuan no longer dared to despise him. Fear unconsciously revealed in his eyes, and he looked at Huangfu Xiutai in the crowd without blinking.

In order to use the spiritual transformation of the soldiers and catch Xiao Xuan off guard, Huangfu Xiutai put away the spiritual combination of the soldiers and armor, and the result was that his spiritual armor was soon covered with cracks.

In fact, what Xiao Xuan said was right. The Sichuan army around him were all the most elite soldiers of Sichuan, especially the guards of Sichuan, almost all of whom were spiritual practitioners. Under the siege of these people, Huangfu Xiutai could not resist no matter how powerful he was.

Just as Huangfu Xiutai was struggling to hold on, a dull sound of breaking wind suddenly came from behind him. Huangfu Xiutai did not want to hide, but he had no time to dodge. He heard a crisp sound of snapping in his ear, and a huge hammer hit his back hard.

The hammer was so powerful that it directly knocked Huangfu Xiutai out. He was still in the air and had already spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, Huangfu Xiutai reacted quickly. Taking advantage of the opportunity of being knocked out, he rushed straight to Xiao Xuan not far away and shouted: "Xiao Xuan, you give me your life!"

Huangfu Xiutai looked like a ghost at this time. He was covered in blood, his spiritual armor was broken, and even the spiritual armor on his face fell off in half, half of his face was exposed, hideous and terrifying.

Xiao Xuan took a breath and instinctively retreated. The Sichuan generals around him shouted in unison: "Protect the king! Protect the king!"

When it comes to commanding troops to fight, these Sichuan generals are all first-class masters, but when it comes to competing in spiritual martial arts, none of them can compare to Huangfu Xiutai.

The latter did not take them seriously at all, and he cut a bloody path among the guards, rushed to the front of the central army tent, and shouted: "If you don't want to die, get out of my way!"

As he spoke, the spiritual sword in his hand swept out fiercely. The one at the forefront was General Lu You. He raised his spiritual sword and wanted to resist Huangfu Xiutai's attack. As a result, as soon as the two swords touched, Lu You felt his arm numb, and his hand felt light. He looked down and saw that the spiritual sword in his hand had been knocked out, and Huangfu Xiutai's second sword had already stabbed him in the face.

Lü You was shocked and didn't dare to resist his sharp edge. He squatted down with his head in his arms and rolled down the steps of the central army tent. Huangfu Xiutai did not chase after him. He had only one target, Xiao Xuan.

He stared at Xiao Xuan in the crowd with bloodshot eyes and rushed forward frantically.

Originally standing outside the central army tent, Xiao Xuan staggered back to the central army tent under the pull of several personal guards. The generals of Sichuan blocked the door and prevented Huangfu Xiutai from entering. The latter rushed out several swords and drove back all the generals in front of him. Then, he once again used the spiritual transformation of soldiers.

The old man was now unreserved. When he decided to kill Xiao Xuan, he had no intention of leaving alive. Seeing the spiritual sword in Huangfu Xiutai's hand shoot out dazzling brilliance again, the Sichuan generals on the opposite side all changed color.

They knew very well that they were the same, even if they were tied together, they might not be able to withstand the attack of Huangfu Xiutai after the spiritual transformation of soldiers.

At this time, several spiritual arrows shot from behind Huangfu Xiutai, pounce, pounce, and several spiritual arrows did not shoot empty, and all nailed on his back.

But Huangfu Xiutai seemed to have no feeling, still raised the spiritual sword high, aimed at the people in front, shouted, and chopped down in the air.

When the spiritual sword fell, an extremely huge virtual sword appeared in the air, and it fell from the sky with a strong wind like ghosts crying and gods howling.

Without trying to parry, just looking at its momentum, the Sichuan generals were already half-hearted. This was not a spiritual weapon they could resist at all, and it was even beyond their knowledge.

This virtual sword was at least ten meters long and two or three meters wide, like a sword used by gods falling from the sky. How could human power resist it?

The Sichuan generals reacted completely out of instinct and dodged to the left and right. They did give way, but the central army tent could not give way and was chopped by this huge virtual sword.

There was a deafening sound in the ear, and then the huge central army tent was cut open from the center. When the giant sword fell to the ground, it cut a long and deep trench on the ground. The strong wind that broke out at that moment blew both central army tents away for a long distance.

Looking at the central army tent, Xiao Xuan was thrown to the ground by a large group of guards. He held his head with both hands, his clothes were in disarray, and his crown flew away. His hair was disheveled and his face was full of panic. How could he still have the appearance of a king?

Huangfu Xiutai secretly said that it was a pity that his virtual sword failed to hit Xiao Xuan, but he still did not give up. He shouted again, and then he jumped high, swept over the heads of the Sichuan generals in front, and fell straight towards Xiao Xuan. At the same time, the spiritual sword in his hand also chopped down with all his strength.

This sword can be said to be the last blow that Huangfu Xiutai used all his strength. After attacking this sword, he will have no more strength to fight. Either kill Xiao Xuan with a sword, or watch Xiao Xuan escape in front of him.

Huangfu Xiutai's last blow was terrifying, and no one among the Sichuan generals present could take it. Xiao Xuan was also dumbfounded at this time. Looking at Huangfu Xiutai who was running straight towards him, he was stunned in place and did not move.

Now he was full of regrets. He should have listened to the generals' advice and avoided Huangfu Xiutai earlier. Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in the world. No matter how much he regretted it, it was useless now.

Just when Huangfu Xiutai was about to chop Xiao Xuan's head with a sword, suddenly, there was a muffled sound of "fluttering" on the ground, and then two grass vines rushed straight into the air.

Everyone present did not react to what was going on, including Huangfu Xiutai, but the grass vines did not give them a chance to think. The two vines went straight to Huangfu Xiutai as if they had life, and in an instant they wrapped around his ankles and pulled his body back to the ground in the air.

Snap! Huangfu Xiutai was knocked down by this fall, and the fragments of the spiritual armor flew everywhere. The old man lay on the ground, bleeding from his nose and mouth. He didn't get up for a long time. He slowly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Nie Zhen——"

That's right, only wood-type spiritual practitioners can control vines to attack, and only the great elder Nie Zhen can use vines to such a perfect level.

Huangfu Xiutai had guessed who was doing bad things in the dark, but he didn't have the energy to get up and settle accounts with Nie Zhen.

At this time, the Sichuan generals around reacted, and they screamed and rushed towards Huangfu Xiutai frantically. When they got close to him, they raised their blades and smashed him on the head.

Poor Huangfu Xiutai, the top-level spiritual martial arts master in Shenchi who could be called a master of a series, eventually followed Guanghan Ting's footsteps and died tragically under the chaotic blades of the Sichuan people.

For Huangfu Xiutai, who killed Jin Xuan, death was a kind of relief. Or, the moment he saw Jin Xuan's body, he lost the belief to live again.

The one who killed Huangfu Xiutai was a Sichuanese, but the Sichuanese was a gun, and the one who used the gun was Tang Yin.