Half an hour later, the thousands of soldiers in the Huaiyang Pass had all retreated from the Huaiyang Pass. It was enough to show the order of the Beiliang Frontier Army and Chen Zhibao's insight into military affairs.
White Fox was the last to leave the city with Chu Lushan. Suddenly, she turned her horse around and pulled out the Embroidered Winter and Spring Thunder Sabers hanging from her waist. She threw them high into the air and into the city.
In the small courtyard, Hsu Fengnian walked down the steps. Chen Zhibao slowly walked out of the house where the coffin was placed. Standing on the steps, the tip of the plum wine spear in his hand turned from green to purple in an instant.
In the face of Xu Fengnian, a martial arts grandmaster who was almost at the top of the martial arts world, even if he was seriously injured, no matter how arrogant Chen Zhibao, who now had the luck of Xishu, was, he still would not underestimate him.
Chen Zhibao casually thrust his spear forward. For some reason, it did not have the majestic aura that could swallow mountains and rivers that ordinary people imagined. The plum wine overflowing with purple qi pierced through Xu Fengnian's chest. Chen Zhibao's wrist trembled slightly, and the originally taut spear body suddenly bent like a bow, shooting towards Xu Fengnian's chest. This was the arc character of the Spear Immortal King Embroidery Four-Word Formula. Xu Fengnian's hand lightly pushed against the arc of the spear body, and the plum wine was not pushed out. Instead, in an instant, it exploded with a shattering force that was like a bolt of heavenly lightning striking down on the mortal world. Xu Fengnian's opened palm turned into a bent finger, and his figure slowly retreated. He leisurely strolled in the courtyard, and pointed his finger, "enlightening" the hidden force of the Spear Immortal King Embroidery, one by one.
Suddenly, Hsu Fengnian's body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. His feet did not leave the ground and slid backward. He finally stopped at the moment when he was about to lean against the high wall of the small courtyard. Perhaps the back of his clothes was only a thin line away from the wall.
Hsu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood and gently waved his sleeves, forcibly suppressing the turbulent Qi inside his body. After suffering a moderate loss, Hsu Fengnian gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi. He looked at the King of Shu in white, who did not take advantage of the victory to pursue after the spear strike. It was very strange. This person's Qi flow was not outstanding, only five or six hundred li. Not to mention that he could not compare with Cao Changqing, Đồng Thái, and the others who could easily reach seven or eight hundred li, not to mention that Li Chungang had broken through two thousand and six hundred armor with one sword strike during the battle at the Guangling River, crossing the one thousand li distance that Ancestor Lu praised as the threshold of the Celestial Being. In terms of Qi flow, perhaps Chen Zhibao could not compare with Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was like the sun in the midday sky in the Central Plains.
Since ancient times, the way of the sword had been a battle of will and power. It was the same for the martial arts in the world. However, no one could deny the importance of continuous Qi flow. It was almost the foundation of a martial artist in the Jianghu.
However, even though Chen Zhibao's Qi flow was not outstanding, he was still able to integrate Wang Xiu's Four Words Formula into his spear strike. It seemed that he had only used thirty to forty percent of his strength, yet he was able to display a very elegant and relaxed style.
Chen Zhibao, who had gained the upper hand in one move, said indifferently, "This spear strike is for the three hundred thousand cavalrymen of Beiliang. Those Beiliang Frontier Army whose names have been engraved on the stone tablet should not have died so sullenly."
Hsu Fengnian did not engage in any argument with Chen Zhibao. He slowly gathered his strength.
In the previous battle at Guangling River, Hsu Fengnian had already experienced Chen Zhibao's plum wine. Moreover, the great grandmaster of Spring and Autumn, Wang Xiu, who had taught Chen Zhibao his spear techniques, was originally from Beiliang. Furthermore, his two junior brothers, Xu Yanbing and Han Laoshan, had served the Xu family for many years. Logically speaking, Hsu Fengnian should be in a favorable position. Moreover, he was already well-versed in the various martial arts in the world. Even if Wang Xiu's spear technique could not be said to have reached the pinnacle, he should still have a deep understanding of its essence. However, once he faced Chen Zhibao's elusive plum wine, he always had an inexplicable feeling that he was powerless. Even if Hsu Fengnian was stronger in terms of realm, when he truly attacked, it was very difficult for him to exert ten percent of his strength. It should be known that when Hsu Fengnian faced Wang Xianzhi, who was known to have defeated nine people in the martial arts assessment, he was able to exert twelve percent of his strength. When he fought with Tuoba in the Western Region for thousands of miles, he could be said to have exerted his full strength from beginning to end.
Now that Hsu Fengnian had been severely injured by Tuoba, it was increasingly difficult for him to deal with the plum wine.
However, no matter how perilous the situation was, Hsu Fengnian did not complain at all. He did not resent Chen Zhibao for taking advantage of the situation.
This was just like the difficult situation Beiliang was in now. Since the general trend of the world was like this, if they wanted to survive, they had to ignore whether or not the Beimang army's methods in the Liyang Temple were not open and aboveboard. In fact, it was not up to Beiliang to care about these things.
As the old saying goes, do your best and leave the rest to Heaven's will. Hsu Fengnian had always firmly believed that whether he listened to Heaven's will or not, or whether Heaven's will was good or bad, was secondary. What he had to do was to do his best and never give up before he felt that he had done his best.
At this time, the Embroidered Winter and Spring Thunder sabers fell into a small courtyard outside Huaiyang Pass. Hsu Fengnian did not move, allowing the sabers to stick into the courtyard. Chen Zhibao did not stop the two famous sabers from falling either. Only the tip of his spear trembled slightly, and the purple clouds swayed slightly.
It was not that Hsu Fengnian did not want to take on the Embroidered Winter and Spring Thunder sabers, but he could not.
Chen Zhibao made his move again, sweeping to a place about a spear's distance away from Hsu Fengnian, who was standing in the corner.
However, in the next moment, although Hsu Fengnian did not move at all, Chen Zhibao's swift and violent spear pierced into Hsu Fengnian's left side a few steps away. The plum wine was lightly pressed against the wall, and did not touch it until it reached a certain point.
Hsu Fengnian's clothes were cut horizontally across his chest, and blood gradually seeped out.
Hsu Fengnian frowned. Chen Zhibao's spear was very fast. It was originally a straight thrust, but it was not so fast that Hsu Fengnian could not dodge it. Therefore, Hsu Fengnian only took three steps forward, but the tip of the plum wine's spear appeared in front of his chest in an instant.
Therefore, when Hsu Fengnian returned to his original position, his clothes were still cut by the not-so-sharp tip of the spear.
Chen Zhibao slowly withdrew the plum wine.
The secluded courtyard's door was not closed, and a gentle breeze brushed past his face.
There was a jujube tree in the corner of the courtyard, and it was laden with fruits. Jujubes alternating between green and red hung from its branches.
Whenever the autumn wind arrived in the northwest, almost every family in Beiliang would buy and eat jujubes. Even the physically weak children could easily shake them. Some married women who had not yet given birth, according to custom, would even stand under the jujube tree and have the younger generation of their family pick the slender branches of the jujube tree. They would shake them vigorously, and let the red jujubes fall on their heads, symbolizing the early birth of a child.
On that unremarkable jujube tree, a jujube suddenly silently left the branch, bumping into the branches and other jujubes below, and then falling to the ground.
Hsu Fengnian made an unimaginable movement. His hands were inserted into his sleeves, and he adopted a posture as if he was waiting for death. His face was somewhat pale as he looked at Chen Zhibao.
After the jujube tree, which was even more unremarkable than the jujube tree, gently fell to the ground, it actually exploded with a bang.
The plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand seemed as if it had been struck by an invisible flying sword.
Thunder fell in the mortal world and reverberated in the heavens.
This was the divine intent of Gu Jiantang's ultimate skill, the Thunder Core.
However, the wrist that controlled all things to become a flying sword, and the realm where the heart and the sword moved was the root of the Wu family's sword path.
After the first jujube left the branch and fell to the ground, the jujubes suddenly fell like rain, one after another rapidly falling to the ground. Some exploded with a dull sound, while others fell to the ground quietly.
Circle after circle of ripples of varying heights surged out from Chen Zhibao's surroundings, and it was like countless pebbles were smashed onto a calm lake. The profound scene was like lotus flowers blooming out of thin air on a piece of snow white paper under the hand of an immortal.
Chen Zhibao closed his eyes and held the plum wine tightly. Even if the ripples were three feet above his head, he still did not dodge, let alone use his spear to break the stalemate.
A ring of ripples spread slightly in the air just an inch above his shoulder.
Chen Zhibao was waiting, patiently waiting for Hsu Fengnian's killer move, waiting for the moment when Hsu Fengnian had the intention to kill. As for the seemingly mysterious ripples, they were nothing but a smokescreen.
For Chen Zhibao's plum wine, there was no such thing as a flawless first move in the world. He was confident that he could defeat Đồng Thái, who was said to be unparalleled in the world, with one spear strike. Therefore, no matter who he was fighting, he was in an invincible position, let alone this young vassal king who was at the end of his rope.
Some of the ripples "carelessly" swayed far away from Chen Zhibao.
When all the jujubes fell to the ground.
Hsu Fengnian's sleeves moved slightly, and small and exquisite flying swords quietly hovered in front of him.
At the same time, the ripples that had disappeared around Chen Zhibao reappeared.
Large and small, high and low.
Each of the ripples produced a swaying snow-white lotus flower.
A small courtyard seemed to be full of lotus flowers, and there was a faint tinkling sound.
This was the lightning pool of Great Peace City's gatekeeper Liu Haoshi, and the Great Yellow Court of Wudang Sect Master Wang Zhonglou.
The lightning pool was full of lotus flowers.
In desperate straits, life was full of vitality.
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