Chapter 1408

Xue Zongwu paused his steps and laughed up at the sky three times: "No way, again? Don't you have anyone else you can impersonate?"

These two guys who caused the explosion were impersonating the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds.

The third one to appear, and he still wanted to play like this? Was the Nine Netherworlds so popular recently? The Weng brothers fled behind the black-armored man, and Xue Zongwu naturally grouped them together.

He wasn't so anxious anymore; the time advantage was on his side. The longer it dragged on, the more reinforcements there would be.

"Xue Zongwu, you poison the people, slaughter the innocent, and extort taxes; today, your retribution has arrived." The black-armored man's judgment was word for word, sonorous and powerful, "I have come specifically to send you on your way."

Xue Zongwu was not alone; this was not the ideal situation in He Lingchuan's plan, but it was acceptable.

The best opportunity might never come.

What he said was clearly no different from what the two men in black had said, but as soon as he spoke, Xue Zongwu felt it wasn't funny anymore.

Every word this person said was heart-wrenching—this was not a metaphor, but the low-pitched voice shook people's hearts uncomfortably—just like the low roar of a lion.

The Weng brothers looked at each other, not knowing where this guy had popped out from; compared to them, his getup was better, his momentum was stronger, and he looked quite like the real deal.

Xue Zongwu sneered: "What kind of things are you, worthy of judging me?"

The black-armored man ignored him and turned to beckon to Weng Xing: "Come here."

Weng Xing looked confused.

"Do you still want your arm?"

Weng Xing didn't think much and moved over. Regardless of anything else, this person had saved his life just now.

The white fire on his arm was still burning, and he had tried every way to stop it, but with little effect. Fortunately, he still had a magic tool on him trying to protect its master; if it had been someone else, half their body would have been burned away, and their life would have been gone.

Weng Su gave his younger brother a look; they were about to be surrounded, so how much worse could the situation get? Besides, this black-armored man was blocking Xue Zongwu for them, so for now, he was a friend, not an enemy; how could they shrink behind someone else?

So the Weng brothers both turned back and stood beside the black-armored man.

As soon as Weng Xing approached, the black-armored man raised his hand and gave a light beckon—

With a "whoosh," the persistent white flame on Weng Xing's arm was sucked away, without a trace left! The two were stunned; what kind of divine ability was this? Those who saw this scene naturally didn't know that this was just a sleight of hand; the one who truly sucked away the flame was not the black-armored man himself, but the divine bone necklace in his lapel.

This thing warded off fire.

Once the white flame was gone, smoke curled, and Weng Xing's arm was a bloody mess, the smell of charred flesh pungent.

The black-armored man casually threw him a pill: "Take it, it can dispel fire poison."

As soon as the pill fell into Weng Xing's hand, the black-armored man walked toward Xue Zongwu step by step, saying leisurely: "The north is a dead end; you really shouldn't have come."

Xue Zongwu pursued the Weng brothers, while He Lingchuan plotted against Xue Zongwu.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

He used the Weng brothers to hang onto Xue Zongwu, inducing him to go north instead of going south to rendezvous with the main force. Once the latter went north, he fell into his trap.

The Weng brothers were quite helpful; now there were only seven people left beside Xue Zongwu, and his father-in-law Qi Yunsheng was not by his side either.

Weng Su and Weng Xing had a great battle with him, and Xue Zongwu had used many martial arts, and several divine abilities for self-defense and life-preservation had also been used up; He Lingchuan had seen it all.

After a comprehensive assessment, it was time to strike.

Hearing this sentence, Xue Zongwu's heart gave a sudden tug, recalling the danger he had just sensed, and the inexplicable irritability on the way back to the country.

But he immediately sneered and waved his hand to order his personal guards: "Kill! Leave no one alive."

The enemy was right in front of him; thinking more was useless, fighting was the right answer!

The seven people behind him charged up.

The black-armored leader's voice rang in the Weng brothers' ears again: "Xue Zongwu belongs to me, the others belong to you."

Hearing this, the Weng brothers felt a weight lift from their hearts and subconsciously replied, "Good."

The opposite side did have more people, but for the Weng brothers, the truly tricky one was Xue Zongwu. Just now, the two brothers had fought two-on-one and still couldn't do anything to him. This black-armored leader had picked Xue Zongwu for himself, and while dealing with the rest was not easy for the Wengs, a heavy stone in their hearts suddenly fell.

If this person was the real "Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds," fighting Xue Zongwu one-on-one shouldn't be a problem... right?

He Lingchuan charged toward Xue Zongwu with big strides. Under the dim light, his figure was covered by layers of ghost shadows like smoke, and the two personal guards charging at the very front were actually a bit dazzled, seeing a double image, so the swords they swung at He Lingchuan were off-target.

Originally aiming to slash his shoulder and neck, it turned into shaving off the person's hair.

Xue Zongwu in the back frowned; his subordinates were also protected by the Yuan power of the Yao Nation, so illusions and phantasmagoria shouldn't have been effective on them.

How could these two elites lose their accuracy? Unless the opponent's martial arts were special.

Taking advantage of the opponent's miss, He Lingchuan's sword tip lifted slightly, as if the personal guard had stretched his neck over, eating this clean and neat slash!

In the last second of this personal guard's life, he only saw the blood-stained blade and only felt the chilling cold.

The wound was three inches, not long or short, just enough to be fatal.

Xue Zongwu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Good sword, good swordsmanship! Simple and efficient, without a bit of dragging, without wasting a bit of strength. If this person wasn't the most brilliant assassin, he must be a powerhouse who had fought his way out of a sea of blood on the battlefield! He Lingchuan left the other guard to the Weng brothers and, without looking back, collided with Xue Zongwu.

That he was so confident in handing his back to the Weng brothers still made them feel a boost in spirit. The two had just blocked the guard's return slash, and the black-armored leader had already engaged Xue Zongwu head-on.

Within a mere two breaths, the sound of weapons clashing was endless, and the attacks from both sides were so fast that others couldn't keep up, only seeing sparks splashing in the night.

As soon as He Lingchuan started, he knew Xue Zongwu lived up to his reputation, his hammer technique fierce, his footwork clean, and his strength powerful.

He was diving rapidly from top to bottom, already occupying the momentum of a fierce tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable, and the first wave was a wild wave slash to start. The opponent would immediately feel a wild wind and fierce waves rushing toward him, and even the wind raised by the sword was suffocating.

Time was precious; He Lingchuan had to finish the battle quickly.

There were many ways to fight, and he had to fight fast tonight.

Even Meng Shan couldn't take this round of intense attacks.

However, Xue Zongwu, who was at a disadvantage, forcibly withstood the first round of attacks. He found that he didn't have the advantage in the first encounter, so he immediately switched to a defensive stance, waiting for an opportunity.

This kind of judgment of the situation and grasp of the battle opportunity could only be cultivated in battle-hardened fighting.

After only a few moves, He Lingchuan understood that it was natural that the Weng brothers couldn't take this person down even with a sneak attack.

(End of chapter)