Chapter 599 Father is currently engaged
“King Zhennan is back!”
“The Valve Master is back!”
“Heavenly Sword Song Que is back!”
Xie Wenlong, Song Faliang, Tiger King Hasin, Snake Ji Sina, and the coalition forces behind them all had their morale boosted, sweeping away the low mood caused by Fan Qinghui's humiliation and Chao Gong's mistaken sneak attack that failed but was counterattacked.
This shows the status of Heavenly Sword Song Que in the hearts of these people.
It is not God, but it is not far from God.
Otherwise, Chai Shilang went south to Yulin with the power of destroying the city with one blow. If the tribal soldiers except the Song Army did not have absolute confidence in Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, how could they have the courage to stand on the opposite side of the Sui Army.
At this moment, Xiao Meiniang suddenly slapped Youniaojuan, said something to get out of the way, pushed him aside, raised his hands, and unfolded the magic field.
A figure in the distance jumped into the air and shouted again. The sword energy, as thick as a mountain with bursting spots of light, struck the invisible force field with an indomitable momentum.
"The sixth form of the Heavenly Sword is the sixth form of the Heavenly Sword. It's so powerful!" Song Faliang said excitedly.
A water pattern visible to the naked eye spread, and there were pops and explosions in the air. The sword energy was actually pulled against the heavenly magic field, and the water-color brilliance quickly distorted, and the heavenly magic field turned into a huge The elastic sphere was concave, convex, flat, round, deflated, swollen... After doing this several times, the sword light collapsed.
Xiao Meiniang flicked her sleeves, snorted coldly, and stopped her skills.
She blocked Song Que's charged blow here, and Chu Ping came to life over there. His empty hands were filled with swords and swords, and he pressed them on his waist for three breaths, accompanied by a surge that shot straight into the sky. With the airflow, a beam of purple sword light came out from the ground, and with a roar, it rolled up yellow dust all over the ground, as if the entire ground had been cut off.
At the moment when the sword energy nearly two feet long burst out, the broadsword in the other hand was flipped backhand, and the powerful sword energy followed closely, scattering the dust raised by the sword energy.
Two rays of light, one purple and one red, passed by each other.
A heart-stopping fluctuation flashed across the battlefield between the two armies. First, there was a cry of grief. The head of Song Yuhua's horse flew into the sky, and the upper body of the eldest lady of the Song family also flew up. He stayed on the horse from the waist down, and blood spurted out.
Her face still retained the joy that her father had led the troops to return reinforcements, and her eyes were filled with brilliance. Then she was blown to the back of the array by the strong wind, and she saw heads flying up one after another, as if they were being blown away. The huge scythe harvested the ears of wheat and threw them into the sky. Below were the headless corpses swaying here and there. The blood was like countless fountains, instantly dyeing the entire battle formation red and spraying on those soldiers who were lucky enough to be alive and whose faces were full of fear.
And her husband, Xie Wenlong, was struck by the sword energy and cut off his right arm and half of his body. He hit the pile of headless corpses at the back, coughed out several mouthfuls of blood, tilted his head and died.
“Long’er!”
Xie Hui rushed over, picked up the body of his most cherished son, and roared hoarsely.
Hundreds of human heads, because they were lighter than Song Yuhua's body, accelerated and flew behind her. She was hit by a head with excitement still on its face, and fell at an accelerated speed, falling into the head of a man wearing rattan armor. In the arms of the Yao village soldiers wrapped in green scarves, the frightened soldiers with various patterns on their faces who looked a little scary dispersed one after another. Half of her body fell heavily to the ground. Only then did she feel pain, and her hands It kept slapping on the ground, crawling forward, and letting out shrill screams one after another.
Song Yuhua did not expect that her father's arrival would become a reminder for her.
"Sister..."
A heartbreaking scream sounded from the top of the city.
Song Yuhua was worried that Song Yuzhi would yell and curse on the battlefield, angering Chai Shao and disrupting their plan to delay their time, so he asked Li Xiuning and Hong Funu to keep an eye on her sister. So the three people stayed in the tower and closed the doors and windows tightly.
Until Song Que led his army back to Yulin from the north, Li Xiuning believed that the situation was stable, so he no longer controlled Song Yuzhi and asked her to go to the top of the city to watch the majesty of the Heavenly Sword.
When Song Que killed more than 200 Sui soldiers with a single blow, she clapped her hands and cheered at the top of the city. However, this happiness did not last long and was replaced by fear, anger, and sadness.
Because Song Que was ruthless, Chai Shao was even more ruthless.
With one blow, her sister and brother-in-law were all dead, and more than 400 heads of Song soldiers flew into the sky.
She thought this was the end, but it wasn't.
Song Yuzhi's miserable howl caused a group of people to look back at the city tower. On the path of the sword energy, where the momentum was suppressed by the sword energy and the strong wind it brought was shattered, there were loud cries for father and mother. The screams, including the soldiers of the Song Army and the Qiang warriors holding stone hammers, suddenly became shorter. A group of people were lying on the ground holding their severed feet, "squirming" covered in blood. They looked as miserable as those who had been decapitated by the sword. More than three hundred people.
No, it should be said that the fear effect created by these nearly 300 soldiers with broken legs was stronger than that of the 300 soldiers with severed heads. After all, the latter were already dead, and their... one after another, the screams and cries were intimidating. A chill ran down my spine.
The sword energy cuts the wheat ears, the sword energy breaks the heels.
Chai Shao struck down the Song army and cut the general in half. More than 800 soldiers were killed or injured.
"Yuhua..."
Only a roar of grief and anger was heard, and the Sui army's figure appeared again from behind.
"You kill me by two hundred, and I'll kill you by a thousand. If you dare to touch a hair of my family members, I will kill all their races in Yulin and even the entire Lingnan, leaving no chickens or dogs alive." Chu Pingsheng He jumped up and stood in the air. Even the strong wind lifting his body could not stop the terrifying murderous aura.
No one will doubt his mobility, Cangwu City is a good example.
The clouds in the sky seemed to be exaggerated by his killing intent and the bloody energy of the battlefield, gathering over Yulin City, changing from white to gray, from light to thick, cloudy to overcast.
Boom...
The clouds lit up and there was a dull thunder.
Both the soldiers of the Sui army and the soldiers of the Song army stared at him blankly. They believed that the top master could sweep more than ten feet or even twenty feet without having to take a breath. With the help of his strength, he arrived at Chai Shilang's place and stopped directly in the air, standing upright like a fairy in a storybook.
In the battle of Cangwu, the people of the Eighteen Jingqi retreated ten miles. Naturally, they did not know the battle. However, those who survived in the core of the battlefield were shocked into idiots, so everyone only knew that he had sonic skills, but they did not know There is also such inhuman Qinggong.
As the Sui army in the rear gave way to a passage under the orders of You Niaojuan and Chai Shen, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, walked toward the battlefield under the pressure of five thousand fine cavalry.
But I saw him wearing half armor, swallowing the mountains with anger, his eyes as cold as a thousand mountains, as if there was a wild beast hidden in his body. Every time he took a step, the ground did not tremble, but the heart trembled first. The watch in his hand The coldness emanating from the sword, which is as light and as cold as the crescent moon, makes people feel as if they are facing an abyss.
Song Que, the heavenly sword, is like a sword, and the sword is like a person. He has never been defeated in his debut for more than 20 years.
"Chai...Shao!"
Song Que stood ten feet in front of him. Dark clouds were pressing down, the sky and the earth were dark, and the occasional flash of thunder reflected in his pupils.
"My son Shidao, were you the one who killed the second and third brothers?"
"That's right."
Chu Pingsheng looked at him condescendingly: "Now you have another daughter, Son-in-law."
"Go to hell."
The hatred between the two sides is so deep that there is no point in talking nonsense anymore. Song Que's sword was just a swipe in front of his eyes, and it was ignored and left behind in the thunder. They formed a whole body around Chu Pingsheng, as if surrounding him.
Ding, clang...
As light and shadow flew, swords collided repeatedly.
Even characters like Xiang Siren, Mei Xun, Eagle King Luo Feng, and Wolf King Chuan Mou didn't see their movements clearly, let alone the soldiers on both sides. Anyway, after a few breaths, the figures split into two. , Chai Shao is still in the sky, and Song Que is still on the ground.
Song Faliang said in a daze: "The fourth move of the Heavenly Sword is to cut off the water with the sword. How..."
Chu Pingsheng seemed to have heard his question and gently held the sword, like Song Que Chuan Yin said: "You are far behind Shi Zhixuan in terms of speed. I can't even use his Seven Immortal Illusions, let alone your sharp sword."
Was Shi Zhixuan defeated by him?
Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan, Xu Ziling, Chao Gongcuo, You Chuhong, Dugu Feng, as well as Li Xiuning and Hong Funu who followed Song Yuzhi to the battlefield were all eclipsed. Only You Niaojuan and Zhou Brother Laotan grinned sinisterly.
No wonder the Evil Emperor's relics fell into his hands, no wonder Shi Zhixuan, Gai Suwen, and Hou Xibai died, no wonder the head of the Yingui Sect and the people of the Ming Dynasty listened to his words, especially Xiao Meiniang. Against all odds, he adopted his advice and went on an expedition to Lingnan... It turned out that he was not a pawn in the chess game played by the Demon Sect for hegemony, but the chess player.
Chu Pingsheng did not care about the thoughts of the people around him, and pointed the tip of his sword at Song Que: "Just skip the first few moves. Facing an opponent like me, unnecessary fighting will only accelerate your defeat. "
Song Que's pupils shrank, the corners of his eyes darkened slightly, and evil spirits gathered in Yintang. He was about to say that he was arrogant, but suddenly he was stunned and looked at the knife in his hand.
It seems... after using the knife to cut off the water, the knife in my hand is a little heavier?
This sword is his sword. He has long been trained to the point where his mind is connected and everything goes as he wishes. The body of the sword is like his body. No slight changes can be hidden from him, let alone an increase in weight. change.
Why is this happening?
He was obviously not injured, and there were no scratches on the blade.
Song Que took half a step back, raised the sword with both hands, and slashed hard with no showiness. It was the sixth of the Eight Heavenly Sword Styles "Strengthen the Mountain" that he had just used on Xiao Meiniang.
The sword energy breaks through the air, and its power is as heavy as a mountain.
It was struck from a distance, but now they were in the middle of the battlefield. Xiang Siren and Dong Cheng, who were closer, felt their faces were cold and numb with the knife, and they had to step back a few feet to feel better.
(End of this chapter)