Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 488 Killing Rain

The moment the whisper fell, Qiu Tianyu suddenly felt the flames that were pushed away by the mysterious energy surge towards him violently.

In front of him, the boy's eyes gradually turned green, and jade-like light scales appeared in the corners of his eyes. The next moment, it seemed as if a fairy sound was heard from somewhere, and a noble robe like black scales appeared on him, with a fire belt, jade pendant, and long hair fluttering in the wind.
The backlash of [Tongshilu] had actually caused his chest and abdomen to burn, and cracks to appear in his spiritual body, but at this moment he was still just a master of Tuanshen with suppressed Xuan Qi. The halberd broke through the flames and was about to break the chest of the young man in front of him for the third time.

And this time he will really die!

But the next moment, the halberd froze in the air.

Red jade grew out of the halberd like ice spikes. From the blade to the shaft, countless red jade crystals stretched out in a winding manner toward the beams, walls, and floors. Then, at the end, they turned into a blazing fire that gradually changed from red to yellow.

That was a huge amount of flames that surged across the entire ship, rushing towards this place, like hundreds of ministers paying homage to the emperor. All the fireworks no longer rose towards the sky, but swarmed here, squeezing, shrinking, changing in quality, and solidifying into the Red Lotus Prison.

The noble young Xing Shou, surrounded by these red jades, gently raised his hand towards Qiu Tianyu in front of him. The next moment, the gorgeous and violent scarlet flames engulfed him completely.

At this moment, Qiu Tianyu roared again and tried hard to thrust the halberd forward, but the magic weapon did not move at all. He immediately paid the price for this greedy attempt.

The flames that engulfed him began to rapidly condense into crystals, starting from Qiu Tianyu's hand holding the halberd and spreading to his entire shoulder in an instant.

Qiu Tianyu raised his hand knife and cut off the arm as his pupils shrank suddenly. The next moment, the arm that had been separated from the body suddenly exploded. The beautiful and quiet scarlet color turned into a raging fire, which instantly melted his body into white bones.

Qiu Tianyu gritted his teeth and stood up, breaking through two floors of floor and rushing out. However, in the blink of an eye, he felt severe pain in several parts of his body. He didn't know how many times he was pierced by the fire jade, and then the fireworks that exploded in his body ferociously devoured his body.

When a fire burns, usually only one tenth of its energy is used by people; even a fire started by a boat will inevitably be despised by those who pride themselves on their skills.

Only when all the temperature surges in the direction pointed by the Fire Lord, will people realize how shocking and huge it is.

Outside the boats, countless people watched the sudden changes in the battle situation with bated breath.

The raging fire of the Fuchuan engulfed the two figures, and the small piece of sky was reflected red, and the figures of the two people could not be seen at all. And Yan Feiqing still did not come out of the lake.

Changsun Jue no longer felt the pain in her wrist. She and Cui Zhaoye stared straight at the lake, and her close friend's face had turned pale.

Cui Zhaoye had just recognized that Qiu Tianyu was not bound by the same world law, and he also saw with his own eyes that he severely injured Yan Feiqing with a halberd, and then flew into the fire boat to chase and kill the weak boy with a broken arm.

She knew very well how hopeless a state "tuan shen" was for Mai Jing.

There was a commotion behind him, and it was the Jinwu Guards who had arrived at the shore.

On the far east bank of the north bank, hundreds of armored soldiers' night fires were forming a formation. On the south bank, which was closest to the battle, the guards were shouting and clearing the passage.

People turned around to look and saw a tall man in a black cloak and military uniform striding towards the lake surrounded by many generals of the Jinwu Guard. He looked anxiously and angrily at the center of the lake, but like everyone else, he could not see the three people.

Fu Zhiyun on the Luhua Stage looked over there, and suddenly tilted her head and whispered, "Junfang, is that your father?"

In the direction she pointed, behind the tall man, a man in his fifties was dressed neatly, following behind him solemnly but half a step behind.

".yes."

"Then this person is General Yang Juhu?"

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It was indeed Yang Juhu of the Jinwu Guard, a third-rank official who commanded the Left Jinwu and controlled the military affairs of various prefectures. In the capital, this was a first-class position of power. Now, he had obviously not had time to put on his armor, and hurried over in just a cloak. He was now staring at the battle that was almost over.

And just as the commotion was going on on the south bank, the flames of the huge Fu ship suddenly dimmed, causing everyone to be silent for a moment.

The next moment people realized that it was not about to go out, but that all the flames were rushing inside frantically.

People were stunned and astonished at this miraculous scene. There was silence on the shore until a figure broke through the top of the blessing ship and soared into the sky. It was an ugly, trembling body.

There were countless holes and burnt black spots on his body, with blood and clothes burnt together. One arm was completely missing, and the eerie white bones were exposed in several places on his body.

The cold winter rain poured on him, stirring up boiling white mist. It was not until the next moment that the lake water broke open and a man in a Taoist robe with half of his body stained with blood suddenly shot a three-meter-long lightning into his body from behind. People were shocked to realize that this was the arrogant Qiu Tianyu just now!
Qiu Tianyu roared, grabbed the sword with his backhand, and knocked the man behind him back with a powerful knee. Then he staggered and fell from the air into the lake.

He really wasn't going to die yet. This was the first time he was seriously injured since the start of the war. Even though his Zhenxuan was about to end, they had been protecting his Dantian, head and heart intact.

On the south bank, when Yang Juhu's eyes fell on the dying figure, he paused in disbelief and roared in anger: "Jinwu Order! Stop immediately!!"

The sound spread throughout the West Pond.

Qiu Tianyu flew back towards Feijing Tower. During the whole process, he was on guard against Yan Feiqing head-on. Several hall masters and helmsmen also came up with swords in hand and blocked his way.

Opposite them, the Taoist priest who had taken the full force of the attack was also covered in blood and his face was pale. At this time, the figure of the young man with a sword hanging down his arm also walked out of the sinking Fu Ship. The fire shadow slipped off his clothes, and everything was intact as when he fell into the fire ship, but his expression was also injured and tired.

Yang Juhu's imposing voice had spread throughout the entire West Pond. The man raised his hand and pressed the sword at his waist, staring at the two people in the center of the lake. His voice was almost hoarse as he roared, "Everyone disarm immediately!!"

Thousands of Jinwu soldiers have surrounded here, and many of the onlookers have sensed the seriousness of the atmosphere and have stopped whispering.

In the center of the lake, the sound came from far away through the rain. Pei Ye was walking towards him step by step on the lake water from behind. Yan Feiqing looked back at him, and the young man just looked ahead quietly and gently raised his sword.

Yan Feiqing turned around and saw that in front of him, "Beiheng" and the three helmsmen were protecting the broken body tightly.

So he gave her a calm look.

The man's eyes were extremely light and clear in color, and normally there was little fluctuation in their expression. Even though he was so seriously injured now, his robe was stained with blood, and his face was pale, his expression did not change.

But now, a violent colorless flame suddenly ignited in these eyes!

It was as if it was born from nothing, yet immortal and indestructible, and no one knew where it was or whether it was visible or invisible. But the moment it looked into the five pairs of eyes, the same violent colorless fire rose in their eyes.

"Qingwei Shenlie Secret Method"

The five of them froze for a moment.

And behind Yan Feiqing, the young man finally walked forward step by step.

He stood there with his broken arm and disheveled hair, gently closing his eyes, cold raindrops streaming down his cheeks and hair. His pale face became even weaker and colder, and his whole body seemed to melt into the rain.

The same goes for swords.

Raindrops hit the sword with a click. Pei Ye straightened his left arm and gently placed the sword across his back.

The cold sword intent infected the water droplets on the sword, and then, one by one, [Sword Washing Water] began to flow back upwards, perhaps directly to the clouds.

Pei Ye gently opened his eyes and shook off the water droplets on the sword.

In an instant, seven feet away, the robes were torn sharply, the cheeks were opened, and the throats were oozing blood. The rain falling from the sky inevitably swept over the bodies of the five people.

The combination of the last three chapters of "The First Moon in the North Rain" as passed down by Xiao Ma Jian cannot be understood by those who are not moved by emotions and are extremely skilled in swordsmanship.

[The God washes his sword, and the rain falls in the north]

(End of this chapter)