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.
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 Xiutai suddenly entered your camp?
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"I don't know, I don't 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 him!" As he spoke, he winked at Zhong Jialian.
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 just take this opportunity to eradicate the old thief in an honest way.
Of course Zhongzha 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, Zhong Jie 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 were many people wearing chin straps. In addition to their direct disciples, there were also a large group of disciples, totaling no less than a hundred people. They left Dongfang Mansion in a mighty manner and headed straight for Sichuan Camp.
The two places are adjacent and within easy reach.
When they arrived, Huangfu Xiutai had already fought his way back to the middle courtyard from the West Courtyard. It was far away, and Zhongzhi and others saw Huangfu Xiutai rushing left and right among the crowd of Sichuan troops, as if they were entering a deserted area.
Groups of Sichuan troops died tragically under his sword.
What a arrogant old thief! He gritted his teeth secretly, took a deep breath, and shouted sternly: "Huangfu Show Stage, how can the Sichuan Army Camp be a place where you are allowed to run wild?"
Hearing the shouts and shouts, Huangfu stood firm on the stage. Then, he slowly turned his head, his cold and emotionless eyes sweeping over Zhong Zhan 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 didn't come to him, he would have to look for them later. He believed that without these disciples of Dongfang Yehuai, the Sichuan army would not have been able to hurt Junior Sister. It can be said that these people were accomplices in Junior Sister's death, and it was even possible that
It's the murderer.
Thinking of this, Huangfu Xiutai held the spirit sword with a rattling sound, his eyes were cold, and he walked step by step towards Zhongzha and the others. Before Zhongzha could make a statement, Peng Jun rushed out first and shouted: "
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 directly with his sword.
Huangfu was not polite at the show stage. When he saw the opponent stabbing him with a sword, the spirit sword in his hand suddenly glowed with radiance. Then, the spirit sword became shorter little by little. In the end, it seemed that it was completely covered by the spirit 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.
Ka! 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 and the spiritual armor on Huangfu Xiutai's palm were also damaged.
It failed to pierce, it just made a small dent.
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 losing, so he could only raise his arms and cross his arms to block it.
There were just 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. What's more, the fist continued to fall and hit Peng Jun's head again.
As a close disciple of Dongfang Yehuai, Peng Jun's spiritual martial arts can be considered very advanced, but in front of Huangfu's show stage, he was just like a child.
His head was like a smashed watermelon, smashed to pieces by a punch, with bright red blood and white brains splattering all over the floor.
It may sound slow, but in fact the whole process is extremely fast. It is just a matter of stone fire and lightning. Chu Qing, who had already rushed to rescue Peng Jun, could see it clearly. She screamed and rushed towards the Huangfu catwalk like crazy.
The latter just glanced at her, and then raised his hand. Without any warning, the spiritual armor at his fingertips suddenly grew several meters long, like five long needles, and stabbed straight towards Chu Qing.
Chu Qing roared and waved her sword to block, but she only saw it as two spiritual thorns, and the other three spiritual thorns penetrated her throat, heart and lower abdomen respectively.
Pounce, pounce, pounce! 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, showing an expression of disbelief.
Huangfu Xiutai raised his arm, and Chu Qing's body was immediately lifted up in the air by the spiritual thorn. Huangfu Xiutai looked at Zhong Jia and others opposite him with a sinister gaze. He didn't say anything, but slowly moved his fingers.
As his fingers moved, the spiritual armor extending from his fingertips also moved with it. With a creaking sound like a saw, Chu Qing hanging in the air was cut into four pieces by the spiritual thorns, and the blood and internal organs were the first to be cut.
Scattered from the sky, a big, lively person turned into a pile of horrifying flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.
As soon as they fought, two people were killed in a row. Zhongzhao and the other disciples were all shocked, horrified, sad, angry, and at the same time distressed.
This is the true strength of Huangfu Xiutai. He has used the combination of weapons, armor and spirit to a superb level. In this field, even Guang Hanting may not be able to match him.
"Old thief Huangfu, I will fight with you!"
Zhong Jia suddenly screamed, his red eyes sparkling with tears, and he yelled and rushed towards the Huangfu Show Stage opposite. The other disciples also chased after him, each of them using desperate fighting methods, as if they all wanted to
Exchange one life for another with Huangfu Show Stage.
"If you want to kill me, you have to practice for decades more!" Huangfu Xiutai shouted, withdrew the spiritual thorns on his fingertips, and faced the oncoming hundreds of Dongfang Yehuai disciples. He showed no fear and did not retreat.
Counterattack and take the initiative to attack.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, Huangfu Xiutai was hit with several swords, but none of them could break his military armor and spiritual armor. For him, this was like scratching an itch, but Huangfu Xiutai walked by.
Two people were knocked away one after another. Both of them suffered broken bones and tendons and died on the spot.
The spiritual martial arts of Dongfang Yehuai's disciples are not weak, but they are far behind compared to Huangfu Xiutai. After only a few rounds of fighting between the two sides, there are already several more corpses on the ground.
During their fight, more Sichuan soldiers gathered, including the general Zhang Shun. Seeing that so many of Dongfang Yehuai's disciples were fighting Huangfu Xiutai together and no one had any advantage, Zhang Shun shouted: "Elder Dongfang Yehuai"
Disciples, please get out of the way!"
Zhong Jie and others greeted each other and all retreated. The moment they stepped aside, the Sichuan Army's arrow array arrived.
The dense arrows are mixed with a large number of spiritual arrows. This is also the Sichuan army's best skill in killing spiritual cultivators. It uses ordinary arrows to disrupt the enemy's realization, but the spiritual arrows in the arrow array are the real killer.
Huangfu Xiutai sneered and stood there without moving. He put one hand behind his back and raised the other lightly to protect his face.
A tinkling sound could be heard in the helix of the ear, and a layer of sparks exploded all over Huangfu's catwalk.
Looking at him again, the spiritual armor was not damaged at all, but his feet were full of broken arrows.
He raised his hand and suddenly grasped it, just in time to catch a spiritual arrow that was flying toward 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's body.
Thinking of the tragic death of his junior sister, Huangfu Xiutai's eye circles turned red again, and his eyes were filled with the flames of revenge. He threw the steel arrow in his hand to the ground viciously, and then, with a roar in the sky, he faced the Sichuan army's arrow array and rushed straight towards it.
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At this time, Huangfu's show was like a tiger descending from the mountain, or a monster crawling out of hell. His overwhelming aura alone had already overwhelmed the thousands of Sichuan troops on the opposite side.
I don't know how many arrows he resisted. Huangfu Xiutai rushed all the way to the Sichuan army camp. He waved his arms outward, and the spiritual armor on his palms turned into two long hand knives. Several Sichuan soldiers were killed under his hand knives.
Cut into two pieces.
A nearby spirit archer saw that Huangfu Xiutai was approaching, and he panicked and wanted to catch the spirit arrow, but Huangfu Xiutai jumped up to him, grabbed his arm forward, and directly grabbed the spirit archer's hand.
He grabbed the steel arrow, and before the opponent could recover, he stabbed the spirit archer in the eye with the steel arrow.
Pounce! The steel arrow penetrated the spirit archer's head, and the arrow poked out from behind his head. Huangfu kicked the corpse in front of him hard with a fierce kick from the stage, and then, holding the steel arrow in his hand, he rushed towards Zhang Shun again.
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