Chapter 425

This glance almost crossed two hundred years of time and space.

One man and one tiger were fighting fiercely below; how could He Lingchuan have the time to look up, otherwise, if their eyes met, he would definitely be terrified.

The Yuan King's eyes were meaningful.

But the anomaly on the city wall only lasted for a short moment, as fast as a white horse passing a gap. The next second, the Yuan King committed suicide anyway, and this history followed the original path, changing nothing.

And on the real battlefield, Uncle Da retreated quickly as soon as its vision was blocked.

This action was purely a combat instinct practiced over the years, and it saved its life again at a critical moment. Because He Lingchuan shone a white light at it with his blade, followed by a fierce and sharp diagonal slash! He had been defending for a long time, and this blade had been accumulated for a long time; when it was unleashed, it was like the Milky Way falling backward, with no more hiding.

If Uncle Da didn't retreat, it would have to test whether its neck was harder or the Fusheng blade was sharper.

However, although it could dodge the blade edge, the blade Qi, which was one foot long, still swept across its chest, tearing open a big mouth with a "chi" sound.

The sound was like hitting rotten leather.

The demon race liked to refine their bodies, and Uncle Da had refined its body into steel skin and iron bones to be invincible in the attack.

But against the Fusheng blade, it still suffered.

He Lingchuan finally seized a first opportunity and performed "Swallow Slash," with continuous attacks.

He opened his aura, and for a time, he actually suppressed Uncle Da.

Of course, he also understood that such an offensive was difficult to sustain, so he still had to complete the goal as soon as possible, so he took advantage of the situation to roll and change positions.

The fierce tiger turned its head, following like a shadow.

However, when it pounced again, it actually staggered.

Why didn't the four claws listen? It was as if there were invisible shackles firmly fixing it.

The fierce tiger shook its head and tail, unable to break free for a while.

If it looked at its feet, it would find that its shadow intersected with the shadow of a tree.

How could He Lingchuan let go of such a good opportunity? With an arrow step, the Fusheng blade cut toward its neck.

Uncle Da spat out a piece of broken ice, which turned into a deep blue ice shield in the wind, with blue runes rotating around it, just blocking under the blade.

With a crisp "clang," the shield shattered, but the runes were also blown open, among which more than a dozen seemed to ride the air waves and rushed toward He Lingchuan's face, moving as fast as arrows leaving the string.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan was always on guard; after all, he couldn't tie his safety entirely to Fu Shanyue's containment ability, so he didn't say a word and blocked his face with the shield.

The "pu pu" sound didn't stop, and the shield seemed to have received a pile of hidden weapons.

How powerful the runes were, one could tell by looking at the same kind that scattered to other places. The ground near He Lingchuan was hit with one shallow pit after another, and the small tree behind him was cut in half.

This effect was comparable to machine gun fire.

A rune shot into the tree shadow; this belonged to indiscriminate attack and was not easy to predict, so it changed into a low "ah" sound. Uncle Da listened to all directions, immediately turned its head and stared, roaring: "Fu Shanyue, it really is you!"

It seemed it knew Fu Shanyue's shadow-control technique, and its long tail swept, sweeping the dust, mud, and grass roots on the ground toward the tree shadow. This was not anger, but a real attack, each one attached with Yuan power.

It also gave away a mouthful of broken ice, each of which was short shuttle-shaped, with the top like an arrow tip, and huge lethality.

This time, Fu Shanyue took it all hard.

He Lingchuan fought so hard with the fierce tiger, besides Uncle Da's own attack power being too strong, it was also because the Yuan power on it had a very powerful suppression effect on loose cultivators like He Lingchuan.

Not to mention anything else, the mirror's bewitching technique was almost ineffective against it, and the mirror's damage reflection was also reduced.

At this time, the last rune also hit the shield.

I don't know if it was his luck that was too bad, or Uncle Da's luck that was too good, but the power of this rune was the most powerful and the most direct:

Explosion!

With a loud bang, He Lingchuan was blown away three zhang away with his shield.

The small tree where Fu Shanyue was hiding was also blown off, the upper half of the tree crown folded backward, and only half remained connected to the trunk.

Coincidentally, Uncle Da's shadow intersected with the tree crown's shadow, so if the tree crown fell, it would be free! What kind of dog-shit luck is this? Fu Shanyue cursed.

With two clicks, the tree crown slowly lay flat.

This also meant that Uncle Da was only three feet away from the edge of its shadow...

Two feet...

One foot...

About to break away.

The fierce tiger struggled frantically and jumped repeatedly; Fu Shanyue tried his best, but fixing it was also very reluctant, and he couldn't spare his hands to do anything else.

He couldn't even maintain the shadow-escape technique and revealed his true body, and he himself was unable to move.

This was the precise display of "riding a tiger and being unable to get off."

Not far away, He Lingchuan jumped up and couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene: "You couldn't even handle such a thing?"

Fu Shanyue squeezed two words from his teeth: "You come?"

"I'll come then." He Lingchuan took something out of his storage ring and threw it at Uncle Da's head, "Give me—change!"

The small tree fell flat with a "bang."

Its shadow also moved away from Uncle Da.

Uncle Da had been waiting for a long time and pounced on Fu Shanyue.

The two were not close at hand, but the distance was less than two zhang; with its physique, it could pounce on him by just standing on tiptoe.

However, at this time, the thing He Lingchuan threw also arrived at its head, and with the master's order, "bang"! It became bigger.

The golden-armored copper man, which had been eating dust in the storage ring for a long time, finally saw the light of day again.

It smashed fiercely on the fierce tiger with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down.

The entire ground shook suddenly, raising countless dust.

Fu Shanyue couldn't help but cover his face and turn back, avoiding the sand and dust blowing in his face.

Uncle Da was finally one step slow and couldn't escape its clutches.

The golden-armored copper man wasn't finished riding on its back; it stretched out its palms and fiercely strangled its neck from above and pressed down. Whatever posture Wu Song used to fight the tiger, that was the posture it used.

Uncle Da scratched frantically, the sharp claws digging up mud and grass roots on the ground, but it just couldn't reach the enemy on its back.

The golden-armored copper man had astonishing self-weight and was pressing with all its might, so Uncle Da felt as if it were carrying a mountain on its back, and it couldn't move below the waist at all.

The spine seemed to have been cracked!

He Lingchuan had used the Walnut Boat/Mustard Seed Boat to suppress the Ghost Ape before, and now it was just repeating the old trick.

Although the weight of the golden-armored copper man was not as good as the Walnut Boat, Uncle Da's strength was also not as good as the Ghost Ape's, right? Uncle Da was furious: "Stop, stop!"

Why was it still shouting stop when it was about to die? He Lingchuan was startled, and following its gaze, he only saw Fu Shanyue's back moving away quickly.

This guy even left an irresponsible sentence: "I'll leave it to you!"

"..."

He Lingchuan saw that he was heading straight for the camp.

Uncle Da was here, and the Chiyan people were out harvesting the lives of the caravan, so the camp defense must be empty.

For Fu Shanyue, this was a fleeting opportunity to make a finishing blow!

Seeing the eldest son disappear in a puff of smoke, Uncle Da let out a long roar, summoning all his subordinates to rush back to the camp to save the master, while he himself turned his head half a circle with difficulty and said urgently to He Lingchuan: "He promised you how much reward, my Chiyan Nation will pay ten times!"

"It's not a matter of money." If this tiger was let go back to the mountain, how could he catch Uncle Da again?

"You saved my young master, you are the benefactor of the Chiyan Nation, and any wish can be fulfilled in the future!"

"If Fu Shanyue ascends to the throne, wouldn't it be the same?" Whether it was Fu Shanyue or Fu Shanji sitting on the throne, if He Lingchuan dared to open his mouth like a lion, the other party wouldn't give it either.

Power is truth, promises are not.

So he was indifferent to Uncle Da's promise.

Uncle Da misunderstood his meaning and shouted: "Different, different! Young Master Yue is arrogant and warlike, the monarch does not like it!"

"Wouldn't a father be happy to have a warlike son?" He Lingchuan shook his head and walked over, preparing to cut off the fierce tiger's head to avoid long nights and dreams.

Uncle Da probably thought he didn't see the black ice quietly extending on the ground.

The ice was almost spreading to the feet of the golden-armored copper man.

Controlling the golden-armored copper man, the fierce tiger might still be able to escape, but He Lingchuan wouldn't give it this opportunity.

However, he hadn't walked over yet when a long roar suddenly came from the camp direction, entering the clouds, and the sound was full of ecstasy! He could tell that this was Fu Shanyue's roar, and also an extremely arrogant laugh: "Hahahaha! Fu Shanji is dead, let's see who dares to stop me!"

This guy moved so fast! He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, but Uncle Da was stunned, like a deflated ball, and stopped struggling.

The young master was dead, what was the point of it fighting for its life? Only a dozen breaths later, Fu Shanyue's figure reappeared.

He hurried over and saw that He Lingchuan hadn't taken action against Uncle Da, so he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately. Let it go, it won't attack us again."

"Are you sure?" It's easy to let the tiger go back to the mountain, but hard to catch it again; He Lingchuan expressed caution.

"Of course." Fu Shanyue pulled a bloody head from behind his back and shook it at Uncle Da, laughing so wickedly: "Now, I am its only young master!"

In Uncle Da's eyes, he laughed like a wicked wolf, a wolf that had eaten a fat sheep.

This head belonged to a teenager, who was not only similar in age to Fu Shanyue but also three or four parts similar in appearance.

It closed its eyes, its expression peaceful, but pale due to blood loss.

He Lingchuan was the first to see someone who could still laugh so happily and without burden after cutting off his own brother's head.

Seeing this, Uncle Da finally gave up.

Time has passed, and the Chiyan monarch's bloodline only had this one seedling left; what reason did it have to take action against Fu Shanyue again?

He Lingchuan felt that it became passive from momentum to demeanor, so he took back the golden-armored copper man.

Uncle Da changed direction and slowly faced Fu Shanyue.

"Want to avenge Fu Shanji? You are not qualified!" Fu Shanyue looked down at it and sneered, "A mere king's attendant, daring to put on airs with me? The mission to protect Fu Shanji failed; if you don't defect to me, you will be executed by the father king when you go back!"

Uncle Da's ears drooped backward, almost sticking to its scalp, but it still slowly crawled on the ground and whispered: "Greetings, Young Master."

The situation was gone.

He Lingchuan looked at the head in Fu Shanyue's hand and sighed at his luck: "It was so smooth to behead him."

(End of chapter)