Chapter 845 Marquis Xuanping Goes to Battle! (Second Update)
The spear pierced directly into the carriage, striking the man's sleeve.
Was he injured or not?
Gu Jiao frowned, and the next second, a figure rapidly approached from behind her.
The speed was unbelievable. Gu Jiao suddenly drew her red-tasseled spear and leaped forward.
Black Wind King rushed forward and caught Gu Jiao without hesitation.
Gu Jiao, mounted on horseback, looked at the gleaming tip of her spear. There was no blood; she hadn't managed to hit it.
This Chu Feipeng truly lives up to his reputation; no wonder he was able to shoot and kill Jingkong, who was already a young and divine general.
"You audacious brat, how dare you attack my godfather!"
The one who spoke was the young swordsman who had almost injured Gu Jiao earlier.
This man, named Zhao An, is Chu Feipeng's adopted son and has just turned twenty this year.
Astride his warhorse, he gazed indifferently at Gu Jiao and the Black Wind King, and said arrogantly, "I don't need your spear; I only practice swordsmanship. However, I do like your horse! Once I kill you, your horse will be mine!"
The Black Wind King exuded murderous intent!
Zhao An smiled faintly: "I like your temper!"
Gu Jiao said, "It's no use if you like it, it's not yours anyway."
Zhao An decided to give up on competing with Gu Jiao on horseback. He leaped into the air, raised his sword, and thrust it at Gu Jiao, shouting, "Whatever you take is mine! Kid! Take this!"
Gu Jiao swept her spear, turning defense into offense, and struck his waist and abdomen.
His eyes flickered, and he quickly withdrew his killing move, dodging Gu Jiao's attack by turning to the side. Then he raised his hand and slashed at Gu Jiao's head.
He intended to possess the Black Wind King, so naturally he didn't want to hurt him. Therefore, all his moves were aimed at Gu Jiao's upper body.
Gu Jiao vaguely felt that his moves looked familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before.
It couldn't have been in that dream.
No, Zhao An in the dream didn't even have time to make a move.
The two exchanged blows for a few rounds. Zhao An's martial arts skills were higher than expected, but it didn't cause too much trouble.
Gu Jiao leaped off her horse, flipped in mid-air, and slashed fiercely at Zhao An with her red-tasseled spear!
Zhao An's sword was cleaved in two on the spot!
Zhao An stared incredulously at the broken sword in his hand: "This... how is this possible?"
He is the youngest swordsman in the Liang Kingdom—
Gu Jiao didn't care whether he was a swordsman or a scoundrel, and thrust her spear at Zhao An with fierce and domineering force.
Inside the carriage, someone fired a dart, which struck Gu Jiao's spearhead.
The immense internal force shook the spearhead away, but the force did not stop there. Instead, it continued to tremble along the shaft of the red-tasseled spear, causing Gu Jiao's arms to feel slightly numb.
She could barely use her upper body, but it would be naive of her to think that this would make her let Zhao An go.
Gu Jiao glanced at the broken sword blade on the ground, stepped on it, and the blade flipped up. Gu Jiao then used the back of her foot to flip it over, and then raised her other foot to kick the blade hard!
The sword blade hurtled toward Zhao An's back!
A scream rang out as Zhao An was stabbed by the sword and fell forward in front of the carriage.
He coughed up blood and struggled to reach out his hand towards the carriage: "Godfather..."
A faint male voice came from inside the carriage: "Aren't you going to make a move? If you continue to watch, the alliance will collapse."
Gu Jiao gripped the red-tasseled spear tightly. Who was Chu Feipeng talking to?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when three figures flew out from the tents behind him.
That aura, that movement...
Dark soul!
No, Dark Soul has already been killed by Dragon One.
Besides, Dark Souls couldn't possibly become three people.
Therefore, there is only one answer—
These three... are from Dark Soul and Dragon One's sect!
Gu Jiao finally understood why Zhao An's swordsmanship looked so familiar. It wasn't actually swordsmanship, but rather his movement techniques during combat, which were almost identical to those of Dark Soul.
However, Zhao An is far less powerful than Dark Soul.
These three were different; their appearance immediately gave Gu Jiao a profound sense of oppression.
Back in the Zhao Kingdom, Gu Jiao judged Tianlang as the benchmark for masters, but now it has become Anhun.
These three swordsmen each possess strength approaching that of Dark Soul, though they may not surpass him. However, if the three of them joined forces, they would unleash even greater power than Dark Soul.
The situation... is getting a bit complicated.
...
On the other side, the Black Wind Riders were also fighting with all their might.
The war drums sounded, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.
The soldiers on the city wall could only watch helplessly as the Black Wind Cavalry fought valiantly for the people of Quyang City, unable to do anything about it.
These dangers, which should have been borne by them, were now all taken on by the Black Wind Riders.
Initially, a significant portion of them watched the battle with a vengeful mindset, hoping to sacrifice the Black Wind Riders. However, as the battle progressed, everyone became moved.
Only those who have truly witnessed death know how fortunate they are.
The Black Wind Riders fought them and killed their comrades, but in return, the Black Wind Riders also took their place in the battle.
The people who had shed blood became the Black Wind Riders.
Another Black Wind Rider fell to the Liang army's siege. A defender stepped forward and slammed his fist into the city wall: "Damn it!"
He turned to the general beside him and said, "General Ji! Let's go down and fight!"
Another garrison soldier gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! General Ji! The Liang army has far too many troops. If this continues, the Black Wind Cavalry won't be able to hold out!"
General Ji clenched his fist and said solemnly, "Everyone, stand by!"
The defending soldiers shouted in unison, "General!"
General Ji said with a complicated expression, "This is a military order!"
Doesn't he want to fight?
Doesn't he want to drive the treacherous Liang Kingdom out of Great Yan?
He dreams of it!
But they cannot disrupt their plans. They must preserve their strength. Once their garrison is reduced to a certain extent, the Han family and the Jin army will immediately launch an attack on Quyang City!
They're not afraid of dying!
They must not die!
Surrounded by wolves, they couldn't act rashly; they couldn't let the Black Wind Riders sacrifice themselves in vain!
Cheng Fugui was in a bloodthirsty frenzy. His body was already covered in wounds, but he forced himself to stay upright and not collapse.
The attack was divided into four waves of troops: the left and right wings, the middle and the rear.
The first three waves of troops are responsible for the fighting. Once a large number of Black Wind Riders fall in any area, the troops in the rear will immediately take their place.
On the long street in the city, the soldiers of the garrison moved forward step by step.
This means that more and more comrades on the front lines are losing their fighting ability.
They yearn for battle, yet they do not wish to be the ones to fight in this situation.
Watching their companions leave unharmed and be carried back by the medics covered in blood, everyone's eyes reddened.
The medics hurriedly carried the wounded soldiers back to nearby camps.
The leading physician said, "And another one, call a few more people! You two don't need to go!"
Among the six kingdoms, there were two unwritten rules: when two armies were at war, envoys should not be killed, and physicians should not be killed.
Even so, being accidentally injured is still a common occurrence.
The two medical officers, whose arms had been slightly scratched, said in unison, "We're fine!"
The two men only suffered minor injuries, and given the current shortage of manpower, the chief medical officer had no choice but to allow them to continue traveling to and from the battlefield.
...
Gu Jiao was surrounded by three swordsmen.
"Don't touch that horse," the man inside the carriage said calmly.
"Don't worry, we'll only kill him!" The fair-skinned, beardless middle-aged man held a long sword and looked at Gu Jiao, saying, "Boy, to let you die knowing why, I might as well tell you. My name is Zheng Shan, and these two are twins, one named Li Qi and the other Li Quan."
They were speaking the language of Yan, but with a slight accent from another country.
Gu Jiao looked at the three people in front of her without fear: "I'm not interested in your names, so why don't you tell me about your origins?"
The middle-aged man took in Gu Jiao's reaction and suddenly felt a little appreciative: "Kid, you have some guts. If you are willing to become my disciple, I can spare your life today. However, you will not be able to return to that Black Wind Camp."
Gu Jiao said calmly, "How about this, you kneel down and call me grandpa, and I'll consider not taking your life."
The middle-aged man's face darkened: "He's about to die and still dares to spout nonsense! Li Qi, Li Quan, don't waste words with him, kill him!"
The twins, swords in hand, charged at Gu Jiao.
Twins are naturally more in sync than ordinary people, and their movements are extremely fast, deadly, and flawless, making it difficult for Gu Jiao to use the Xuanyuan family's spear technique for a time.
Black Wind King wanted to come and fight alongside Gu Jiao, but was blocked by the middle-aged man.
Without saying a word, Black Wind King charged at him.
The man inside the carriage slowly took a sip of tea: "Remember, don't hurt it."
"What a nuisance!" The middle-aged man impatiently retracted his killing move and switched to dodging.
Black Wind King is more troublesome than I imagined.
He could tell that the horse was an old one, but he couldn't understand why it could still unleash such powerful explosive force and fighting ability.
He dodged a few times, got tired of it, and simply summoned a group of soldiers.
The soldiers formed a shield array, trapping the Black Wind King inside. The Black Wind King smashed his head against the hard shields, bleeding profusely.
Gu Jiao used her red-tasseled spear to block the twins' longswords and said to Black Wind King, "Boss, don't move."
As if sensing something, Black Wind King suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared intently at Gu Jiao.
The middle-aged swordsman also joined the duel, but Gu Jiao, who had only recovered 50% of her strength, was no match for the three of them.
Then there's only one way.
She didn't completely lose her mind after her last outburst, perhaps because she resolved the situation quickly enough, or perhaps because she wasn't too impulsive.
Now, on the battlefield, the aura of blood mist almost permeated the entire sky, and she could feel the allure of the blood mist in every pore of her body.
Perhaps this will be an irreversible loss of control for her, more serious than ever before.
She will fight to her last ounce of strength.
There was no way out. The Black Wind Riders fell one by one; the sacrifices were too great.
She's going to kill them!
She wanted to kill Chu Feipeng and end the battle!
The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at Gu Jiao: "What is this kid trying to do?"
"Is he no longer able to function?" asked Li Qi, one of the twins.
Li Quan sneered, "I'll go kill him!"
"Oh no! Get out of the way!"
The middle-aged man shouted angrily, and he quickly stepped back more than ten paces.
Unfortunately, his reminder came too late.
The boy threw away something, and his aura suddenly surged. Li Quan slashed at the boy's shoulder with his sword, but the boy did not dodge at all. Instead, he caught Li Quan's sword with his bare hands!
A chilling killing intent suddenly surged in the boy's eyes, and with a flick of his finger, he broke Li Quan's sword in two.
Li Quan's expression changed drastically. He was about to draw his sword and flee when the young man stabbed him in the heart with a spear!
"This murderous aura..."
The middle-aged man's expression turned serious.
"Brother!" Seeing his younger brother die under Gu Jiao's spear, Li Qi's heart surged with rage, and he charged towards Gu Jiao with bloodshot eyes!
A complex emotion flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes. He gave Gu Jiao a deep look, then brandished his longsword, coordinating with Li Qi's attack to sandwich Gu Jiao from both sides, leaving her with no way to escape.
Despite losing one of their twins, the two combined still possess strength surpassing that of Dark Soul.
Gu Jiao lost control only at half her strength, so dealing with the two of them would still be quite difficult.
After several rounds, all three were seriously injured, with the other twin being the most severely wounded and unable to fight.
The middle-aged man looked at his fallen comrades, increasingly puzzled. Even Dark Soul couldn't harm them to this extent...
In fact, Gu Jiao's situation was not optimistic either. She was severely exhausted. She had killed so many assassins before, then fought with Zhao An, and then the three of them.
The middle-aged man clutched his bleeding chest, gritted his teeth, and looked at the carriage: "Chu Feipeng! If this continues, we'll all die!"
Inside the carriage, Chu Feipeng sighed softly, "The three masters of Sword Pavilion couldn't even handle a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. The strength of your Sword Pavilion is nothing more than this."
The middle-aged man clenched his fists in humiliation: "Chu Feipeng!"
With a flick of his wide sleeves, Chu Feipeng darted out of the carriage. His movements were incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao thrust her spear forward.
He clearly aimed.
but……
Did it miss again?
Chu Feipeng's strength is terrifying...
Chu Feipeng coldly looked at the young man covered in bloodshed. So what if he's a young god of death?
He, Chu Feipeng—was born to slay gods!
Chu Feipeng reached out and grabbed Gu Jiao by the neck!
With just a slight twist, he can send someone's head flying!
call out!
An arrow flew through the air like lightning, making a devastating whistling sound, and struck Chu Feipeng's wrist directly!
He released his grip and flicked his sleeve to deflect the arrow, but the arrow still managed to tear his long sleeve.
His eyes turned cold.
Almost at the same time, a boy in black descended from the sky and, taking him by surprise, snatched Gu Jiao away!
Chu Feipeng sensed a powerful killing intent coming from behind him. He turned around coldly and saw a tall chariot that had appeared at the rear of the army at some point.
On the chariot, a muscular man in silver armor carried a long-handled broadsword and casually placed one foot on the edge of the chariot.
It was just a light step, without making a sound, yet it inexplicably sent shivers down one's spine!
Chu Feipeng frowned.
The silver-armored man raised his long sword and arrogantly pointed it at Chu Feipeng: "Chu Feipeng, you dare to touch my son... did you ask my sword first?"
Chu Feipeng asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
The silver-armored man brandished his longsword and declared with an air of dominance, "I will never change my name or surname, I am Xiao Ji, Marquis of Xuanping of Zhao Kingdom!"
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(End of this chapter)
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