Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 601: You want to feed me, the demon, with your own body?
Shi Feixuan also stared blankly at the battlefield, but she was not looking at Song Que, but at Chu Pingsheng. She didn't expect him to be so powerful. When she came to Lingnan, Xu Ziling cheered her up and said that Chai Shao only knew a special martial art that was rare in the world. It was a powerful weapon against ordinary people, but the effect would be greatly reduced when it came to martial arts masters. However, facts have proved that no matter whether it is a high-end game or a low-end game, he is stronger than imagined.

"It's not bad to have reached this level in swordsmanship."

Chu Pingsheng put away the Flaming Dragon Slaying Sword and raised his right hand. A half-inch long wound appeared on the back of his hand. Blood flowed in a thin line and fell to the ground.

One drop, two drops, and no more.

He wiped the wound gently with his other hand, and the wound quickly coagulated and no more blood oozed out.

There is nothing special about the Eight Styles of Heavenly Sword.

This was the wound caused by the Nine Styles of Heavenly Sword that Song Que launched at the cost of half his life. The sharpness of his sword intent far exceeded that of Si Gu Jian, which could be proved by the fact that his skin was cut.

Rumble…

A flash of lightning passed by, and it began to rain. The bean-sized drops of water hit the ground with a crackling sound, extinguishing the heat that permeated the battlefield and waking up the onlookers present.

“Dad! Dad…”

A shrill cry rose to the sky, and Song Yuzhi broke through Hong Fu's obstruction, ran wildly with tears in his eyes, and fell beside Song Que. He pushed the charred body of Tiandao Song Que, but there was no movement. He pushed again, but there was still no movement. He suddenly picked up Tiandao on the ground, his facial features twisted, his eyes bloodshot, and stabbed towards Chu Pingsheng.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

Dugu Feng's eyes turned cold, and she was about to jump to stop him, but You Chuhong lightly raised her jade staff to stop her.

At the same time, it was not known whether it was the rain hitting the spine of the Heavenly Sword or the strong wind hitting the blade, but the precious sword that was cherished by Song Que and pierced the back of Chu Pingsheng's hand was less than a foot away from his body. With a slight sound, like a wail, the sword broke and turned into countless pieces that fell to the ground with a plop.

Song Yuzhi tripped over himself and fell forward. He looked up and saw Chu Pingsheng's legs and grabbed his ankles.

"Son of a bitch!"

Chu Pingsheng looked down at her, then at Song Que, whose face was burnt beyond recognition, and then at Song Yuhua, who had just died. He shouted to the eighteen elite cavalrymen and the iron cavalrymen behind him, "Kill all the Song army, leaving no one alive."

The rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground. Neither the sound of rain nor the thunder could suppress his voice.

Swish.

Click, click.

The carbines were placed in front of the chest, and the sound of mail armor continued.

The Iron Cavalry advanced forward under the leadership of eighteen elite riders.

The scene of Chu Pingsheng killing 800 people with just one sword and one knife has scared many people. Now the God of War Song Que used all nine swords but was killed by one sword. The Heavenly Sword died under the Tyrant Sword. How can this battle be fought? With that God of Killing around, no matter how you fight, you can't win.

The hands of some soldiers holding their swords were shaking. Even the elite cavalry from Lingnan, which was located at the rear of the battlefield and was led by Song Que to cut off the food supply route of the Sui army, were retreating step by step as the spearmen led by Zhou Laotan's brothers advanced.

When the eunuch Fei Xun saw that it was raining heavily, he trotted to the center of the battlefield and held an umbrella for the Empress Dowager. The two of them returned to their original positions against the direction of the galloping army and horses. Xiao Meiniang got on the sedan chair without any worldly concern.

Chao Gongcuo tried to run but You Chuhong, who was prepared, hit him on the head with a stick, breaking his shoulder bone. Mei Xun ran to rescue him. Dugu Feng blocked his golden spear with a sword and was about to hit him with a palm strike but Linglongjiao snatched the lead and sent out an iron swallow flying in an arc, hitting the throat of the young and promising leader of the Nanhai School.

"Mei Xun!"

The Immortal of the South Pole roared, suppressed his injuries, pushed away the jade staff that You Chuhong brought with her cloak, and was about to attack Dugu Feng's back, but unexpectedly a black shadow flashed to the side, and the heavy one-legged bronze man hit him on the head, smashing his brain and leaving him dead on the spot.

It turned out that You Niaojuan, who was determined to do something big and used the cavalry to cover his own energy, suddenly launched a surprise attack.

Poor Antarctic Immortal Chao Gongcuo, who was only slightly inferior to Fan Qinghui and Fu Nanda, was first severely injured by Xiao Meiniang, then wounded by You Chuhong, and finally had his head smashed by You Niaojuan, one of the eight great masters of the Demon Sect who was just there to make up the numbers.

On the other side, Song Faliang was attacked by two of the eighteen elite riders while he was protecting the Wolf King Chuanmu. He was unable to defend against the arrow shot at Siren Muyu and was pierced through the heart by the arrow, causing him to fall off his horse.

Song Bang, who had previously threatened to take Chu Pingsheng's head and had his right leg cut off by Dugu Feng's sword, was almost chopped into meat paste by a group of infantrymen who were only thinking about making meritorious deeds.

Tiger King Ha Xin was no match for Ding Jiuzhong, who was wielding his double maces and charging forward like a pig, and his lower leg was broken. His big pet threw himself on the ground to save his master, but was pierced through the abdomen by the lance of one of the Eighteen Elite Riders, and let out a painful and shrill roar.

Ow...

Ouch...

Uh...

The snake Jisna fought and retreated, and the eagle king Luo Feng grabbed the edge of the cloak, opened his arms, and flapped his wings like wings, trying to catch Chai Shen, who had low martial arts skills but extremely prominent status. Unexpectedly, he was shot into a sieve by the crossbow arrows of Chai Shen's retainers who were almost armed to the teeth when he was halfway through his flight. He fell into the mud with a plop and was trampled into a meat paste by the hooves of the warhorse.

Xie Hui left his son's body behind and rushed into the battle group like a madman, killing two cavalrymen and injuring Dong Cheng with a palm strike. When he was about to kill the retainers of Chai Mansion who came forward to rescue him, a horseman suddenly rushed in, and then a black shadow fell from the sky and fought back with him, showing that they were evenly matched.

At this time, lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the face of the person who came. It was Dugu Feng, who was responsible for escorting the siege equipment and was a step late.

The leaders and masters of the Song clan were all suppressed and beaten by the masters of the Sui army. The demoralized soldiers were naturally even more unbearable. Moans and screams continued. Corpses fell one after another. The blood was washed away by the rain as soon as it flowed out of the bodies. The remaining red quilts in the mud were trampled by feet one after another, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of earth filled the entire battlefield.

It was not until then that Fan Qinghui woke up from the shock of her old lover's death. She looked at the nearly defeated Song army soldiers, and then at Song Yuzhi who was beating the legs of the enemy who killed her father. Her eyes turned cold and she showed determination. She raised the sword in her hand and was ready to fight the culprit who caused the massacre.

"Master, you are no match for him, you cannot go..."

Shi Feixuan hugged Fan Qinghui's body to stop her from going forward to die. Even Tiandao Song Que couldn't beat Chai Shao, let alone her.

Xu Ziling used his sword to attack the enemy, wounding a Sui soldier's right foot. He turned around and shouted, "Yes, Master, you can't go."

"If I don't go, who will stop the killing?"

"..."

Xu Ziling was speechless. At this time, in the vast sky and rain, the figure that no one dared to approach raised a purple diamond sword. With a light push down, the future Qin Wangfei would become a corpse.

"No."

Only a delicate cry was heard.

Xu Ziling felt a light and familiar sandalwood scent floating by his side. There was another person in front of Chai Shao, with his arms open to stop the sword from falling.

"I beg you to let her go, and let these innocent soldiers go."

"Why?"

"I am a disciple of the Xieji Sect. You may not listen to the words of the enemy, but you will seriously consider the words of your fellow disciples, right?"

"Feed the devil with your body?" Chu Pingsheng lightly raised his long sword, pressed it against his chin and slowly lifted it up, looking at the righteous and compassionate face opposite him: "Shi Feixuan, you are really a good daughter of your mother."

These words made Shi Feixuan and Fan Qinghui shudder.

Back then, Bi Xiuxin imitated her ancestor by cutting off her own flesh to feed the eagle in order to get close to Shi Zhixuan, which eventually made him willingly retire from the world. Later, Shi Zhixuan killed his wife in a rage, and out of guilt froze himself.

Looking at Shi Feixuan's current behavior, it is indeed very similar to her mother's choice.

"No, Feixuan...don't..."

Xu Ziling became extremely manic. He slapped a Sui soldier who was slashing with a knife nearby and sent him flying. He rushed towards Chu Pingsheng, but was hit by Chu Pingsheng's palm. The soldier vomited blood and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Okay, I can seriously consider this issue, but it's just a consideration."

Chu Pingsheng gently used suction to pull Shi Feixuan in front of him, put his face less than an inch away from her, pinched her chin, pressed his fingers on her lips, and caressed them ambiguously.

Shi Feixuan subconsciously wanted to hide, but when she heard the screams coming from behind her, she forced herself to compromise.

Chu Pingsheng said, "Yes, that's right. If you resist for one more breath, one more person will die. To reduce the killing and save the world, what does your body mean? Don't forget that your father was the Evil King, and you were chosen by the Evil Emperor's relics."

Under Xu Ziling's sad and angry gaze, Chu Pingsheng pinched his goddess' chin and kissed her in front of the two armies.

This devil!

"what……"

puff!
Xu Ziling was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on his back.

Fan Qinghui didn't have time to think about it, and quickly stepped forward to repel the Sui army soldiers who were about to grab the head, while ordering Hong Funu: "Carry him away, quickly."

Li Xiuning and Hong Funu stepped forward together, carried Xu Ziling and retreated.

At this time, Chu Pingsheng let go of Shi Feixuan and slowly rose into the air. Thunder and lightning flashed above his head, and blood and flesh flew under his feet. He looked at the Sui soldiers who were chasing the Song army and said, "All Lingnan soldiers and civilians in the city, except for the children of the Song family, lay down your weapons and surrender. You will not be killed."

The sound resounded throughout the area.

Forced into a corner by Shangguan Long, the snake Jisina was the first to give up and threw away the whip in her hand: "I surrender."

As soon as she surrendered, the soldiers from the Yao village behind her also laid down their weapons and stopped resisting.

Then came the scarred Monkey King Feng Zhen and the Qiang warriors he led.

Eagle King Luo Feng died, his deputy general said a bunch of gibberish, and the Miao warriors also laid down their weapons and surrendered.

Then came the Tiger King Hasin, who had lost one leg, and the Wolf King Chuanmu, who had been stabbed in the back.

At this point, the leaders of the major tribes in Lingnan and the soldiers they commanded all surrendered. More than half of the Song family's 30,000 troops also sat down in the rain, accepting their fate of defeat. The rest fled, some resisted stubbornly, and some fled into the city.

……

Two hours later.

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and the western mountains looked like fire.

Chu Pingsheng changed into a clean set of clothes and stood on the gate tower of Yulin City, looking at the battlefield where soldiers were carrying corpses. The blood dyed the Nanliu River red, and the strong smell of blood could not be blown away.

Faint screams were heard from the city. It was Shangguan Long and Xiang Siren leading their troops to hunt down members of the Song family.

"Master, bring the two brothers Jie Hui and Jie Sheng here."

Ding Jiuzhong came over with two maces on his back, followed by two strong soldiers, who pushed Jie Hui and Jie Sheng, whose acupoints were controlled by You Chuhong, to his side.

"Your Majesty!"

The middle-aged man with a flat nose who looked a bit like Jie Hui tilted his head and said, "Bah!"

"court death."

Ding Jiuzhong kicked Jie Sheng to the ground, but the fellow was still tough and got up again with his toes.

You Niaojuan laughed, and with a hum, the one-legged bronze man swept across the ground, smashing Jie Sheng's leg bones into pieces with a crack.

Now he couldn't get up, he hugged his calves, his face was pale and sweat was all over his forehead.

(End of this chapter)