That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1236
Bai Yu came to the outside of Huang Xiao's row together with the fifteen Shenwei Great General Pao. When Min Chun saw Bai Yu, he frowned slightly and said, "Aren't you at the Tianji Camp outside the city? Why did you come here?"

Bai Yu rolled his eyes at him lightly, got off his horse, and replied, "Wei Shuai sent me here."

Min Chun frowned slightly, did not ask further questions, and waved his hand to signal the captain of the Tianji Battalion to start setting up the artillery array.

Not long after, the muzzles of fifteen Shenwei General guns aimed at the mansion.

Min Chun, who held a knife in his hand and was stained with blood, walked slowly to the front of the cannon formation, and was about to speak subconsciously to persuade him to surrender, when Bai Yu suddenly said, "Wei Shuai said that there is no need to recruit prisoners for this battle."

The expression on Min Chun's face suddenly froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at Bai Yu, and asked, "Is this Wei Shuai's meaning?"

Bai Yu remained silent.

After all, Min Chun came from an aristocratic family, and he has been influenced by his ears since he was a child. Compared with Bai Yu, he can understand Wei Wuji's intentions better. After a little silence, he directly ordered softly: "Get ready to fire."

The lieutenant of Tianji Camp was slightly taken aback, and he promised in a deep voice.

Bai Yu took a deep breath, and took down the big black and white bow named Yin Yang Po Shi from the horse's back.

Inside the mansion, Gao Fuwei stood up staggeringly with the saber in his hand. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he walked towards the watchtower not far away.

It's been a long time, but there is still no movement outside, which makes him feel a little bit wrong.

Just as Gao Fuwei walked to the gate of the watchtower, a buzzing roar suddenly sounded in the sky, comparable to the sound of thunder.

Gao Fuwei looked up abruptly, only to see "fire meteors" piercing the sky and roaring towards them.

This is not magical powers, nor is it the stone-throwing machine used in the previous siege, but the shelling of the Shenwei General, a unparalleled sharp weapon that is said to be difficult for a monk of the Earth Immortal to resist a single cannon head-on.

For a moment, the mountains shook and the ground trembled, flames shot up into the sky, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The chariot camp originally formed relying on the terrain of the Xingyuan was engulfed by artillery fire in an instant.

A "Fire Meteor" just hit the watchtower and exploded instantly. Gao Fuwei, who was the first to bear the brunt, had no strength to resist.

After the first round of salvo, the gunner quickly cooled the barrel and reloaded the Huo Leizi. The captain of the Tianji Battalion held the command flag, waved it down again, and shouted: "Let it go!"

The fifteen mighty generals roared in unison, and fifteen fire thunders shot out from the gun barrel, flew up to the sky, and then fell towards Huang Xiao Xingyuan with a huge sound of wind and thunder.

The earth trembled, and the flames shot up into the sky.

In an instant, it turned into a boundless purgatory.

After two rounds of shelling, the entire Huangxiao Xingyuan was almost reduced to rubble, and the personal guards stationed there were naturally not spared.

Min Chun walked into it slowly holding a knife, and through the raging fire and gunpowder smoke, he could vaguely see a slender figure standing in the front lobby.

It was Huang Xiao who had become a loner.

Huang Xiao stood his saber in front of him, folded his hands on the head of the sword, saw Min Chun walking slowly, and said calmly: "I thought it was the human cat who came to see me off for the last time, But I didn't expect it to be you, the son of the Min family, I wonder if Wei Wuji doesn't like me, or is he trying to sell a favor to the Min family?"

Min Chun didn't answer, just raised the long knife in his hand, and said slowly: "According to the seniority among the monks, you are a senior, I will give you a chance to fight with me alone. Pick. I don’t know if senior will appreciate this face or not?”

Huang Xiao smiled, "At this point, does it matter whether I give face or not?"

"Of course it's important." Before he finished speaking, Min Chun charged forward suddenly, with both hands dragging a knife, skimmed the not-so-long distance between the two, and went straight to Huang Xiao.

Then swept across.

Purely in terms of realm, Huang Xiao is much higher than Min Chun, and he is also the most powerful swordsman. If Min Chun lets Huang Xiao attack first, he will have no power to fight back.

However, even if Min Chun strikes first, there is not much difference to Huang Xiao. Although he is not Xu Beiyou, he does not have a complete sword 36, and he does not have Zhu Xian, the world's number one attacking heavy weapon, but he is not a newcomer to the realm of immortality. Min-chun can be easily provoked.

Unless Min Chun has a heavy weapon comparable to Zhu Xian, or the heavenly sword Murong Yan possessed, otherwise there is such a big difference in realm between the two, how can Min Chun win?
Of course, if Min Chun of Wu Xiu and Huang Xiao are in the same situation, the outcome is different.

It's a pity that the current Min Chun is still too young, and it will take nearly ten years to reach Huang Xiao's current level.

Huang Xiao drew his sword lightly.

In an instant, the sharp sword energy filled his body for hundreds of feet.

Min Chunyi was not afraid, and the saber did not stop at all.

The edge of the blade slammed fiercely on the sword, and the long sword bent in a slight arc in an instant, and then straightened suddenly. Min Chun only felt that the sword energy was pervasive and extremely imposing, which made him feel a little bit in this cold winter season. A bone-chilling chill.

Huang Xiao, who blocked the knife, said slowly, "You are not my opponent."

Min Chun stepped back abruptly.

Huang Xiao snorted softly.

The next moment, a flash of sword light exploded like fine spring rain.

In Min Chun's line of sight, there are dots of cold light, like a cloud of white mist and misty rain.

Min Chun could only retreat again and again, and at the same time, glaring blood sprayed everywhere on his body.

However, Min Chun's expression remained the same, without any trace of fear.

Huang Xiao sneered, stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and a rainbow-like sword energy rose.

At this moment, the white jade outside the mansion crushed the red sandalwood box, and put the first-class destroying god arrow on the bowstring of the yin and yang breaking power.

Huang Xiao suddenly felt a warning sign, and suddenly looked up.

With his eyesight, he just saw a woman wearing a yaksha mask leaping high, standing on top of a broken wall, a hundred feet away. She was dressed in purple-white cotton armor, her white hair was tied into a ponytail, and she looked heroic. Sassy.

She was holding a big bow that was half a person's height in her hand. There was a purple-black breath around the bow, and the pitch-black arrows on the bowstring made him feel even more fearful.

At this moment, the woman's mind was kept one, without self or others, holding the bow with both hands like a full moon, and the purple-red aura visible to the naked eye quickly condensed on the arrow.

The arrow contained a domineering aura of killing, which was not inferior to the fist of the twelfth-floor warrior, or the life-sacrificing sword of the twelfth-floor sword cultivator.

At this time, Huang Xiao had just raised his sword, and it was too late to forcibly reverse the sword's momentum to avoid the arrow, so he could only reluctantly hold the Qingfeng in his hand in front of him, and chose to resist the arrow.

Loosen the string and shoot the arrow.

The arrow was silent at first, and after a while, there were thunderous bursts wherever it passed.

This arrow passed through Huang Xiao, passed through Xingyuan, and passed through the entire Zhuolu City.

Finally, with a loud bang, a small hill far outside the city shattered.

Wait until the dust settles.

Huang Xiao's eyes widened in astonishment, and when he looked at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, his face had become extremely pale.

His sword was broken.

He looked down again slowly.

The chest has become a huge hollow.

(End of this chapter)