Chapter 112: Mount Tai and Goose Feather, The Opponent is Me

*Woo!!! *

A fierce howl like ghosts crying and gods howling made Seeing Chu Tianshu also have a premonition that he could not dodge.

In an instant, he rushed forward another two feet, changed his fist to a palm, palms facing upward, hands crossed, blocking that piece of golden light.

The ground shook violently!

The golden light revealed its true face; it was that Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd more than nine feet long.

Originally, this strike was a vertical chop, and should have been a tip sliding down from the top of Seeing Chu Tianshu's head.

But Seeing Chu Tianshu rushed forward two feet, his hands successfully bracing against the long shaft of the weapon, avoiding the sharp edges and blades at the top.

The huge force was suddenly blocked, causing the top of this long weapon to shake violently downward behind the fulcrum.

The cracks on the stone slab spread in all directions, some reaching two zhang away.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's arms were like circular rings, his waist and horse like a base, and he stubbornly braced against this strike, and used the force transmission of his tendons, bones, and internal organs to distribute this impact force to the surroundings.

The cracks spread to two zhang away, and the center sank nearly half a foot.

But Seeing Chu Tianshu's feet only stepped on the bottom of the pit, without sinking deeply into the ground.

"So heavy!!"

Seeing Chu Tianshu's eyes widened in anger, and several bloodshot lines appeared in his eyeballs.

Even if he braced against this strike with Taiji kung fu and distributed the force, the intense pressure still made him feel a violent squeeze as the force transmitted through his body.

This feeling was as if, excluding the tendon and bone force the opponent added on top.

The weight of the weapon itself exceeded a thousand jin.

But if that weapon really weighed more than a thousand jin, how could the opponent swing it so fast?

*Shoo!! *

Yuwen Chiming retreated one step, and the Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd shook simultaneously, actually like shaking a long spear.

The weapon swayed lightly, transferring from above to the side, the phoenix-wing blade pecking at Seeing Chu Tianshu's left ribs.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's body suddenly shrank backward, his feet retreating six or seven feet.

Since the start of the battle, this was the first time he had retreated.

Yuwen Chiming let out a low roar and immediately lunged forward.

The double-wing blades were placed on both sides, and this lunge was truly like a phoenix flying over with wings spread.

This lunge was aimed at Seeing Chu Tianshu's chest.

But halfway through the stab, the sound of the wind suddenly became more violent, and the tip also sank by an inch.

The tiny light in Seeing Chu Tianshu's pupils expanded and contracted, only in the extremely short time of a flash of lightning or a dream breaking.

That weapon really didn't weigh more than a thousand jin.

This strange change in lightness and heaviness should be related to the opponent's soldier spirit power.

The fact was exactly so.

The soldier spirit power inside this Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd was named "Mount Tai and Goose Feather."

Heavy as Mount Tai, light as a goose feather.

Although the range of change didn't really reach such an exaggerated degree, the weight of this weapon was usually four hundred jin.

When the master lifted it to swing, its own weight could be as light as a hundred jin.

When smashing toward the enemy, its own weight could be as heavy as sixteen hundred jin.

Back in the Sui and Tang dynasties, among the eighteen rebel kings, there were many fierce generals; apart from Li Yuanba, the one with the highest bravery was Yuwen Chengdu.

This Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd was precisely Yuwen Chengdu's weapon.

Li Yuanba's soldier spirit was too fierce, with too much slaughter, and the evil intent covered by the soldier spirit was too heavy, attracting thunder qi, and he was like a thundercloud covering his head wherever he went, his heart and mind restless.

He was also a savage person, not wanting to use methods of restraint, but instead throwing his hammers and cursing heaven, resulting in being struck by heaven's thunder repeatedly, the soldier spirit extinguished in mid-air, and he himself suffered heavy injuries first, so he couldn't dodge the falling iron hammers.

This number one divine weapon and person could be said to have died and been buried together.

And although Yuwen Chengdu himself died, the weapon was left behind, turning into an evil weapon.

Today, when this evil weapon is swung with full force, not only does it have the wonder of the Mount Tai and Goose Feather soldier spirit, but it also has a raging evil aura like a tide, interfering with the surrounding qi field.

Making the opponent feel in all senses that they cannot dodge, and must fight to the death to block.

Although Yuwen Chiming could only exert the locking effect of this evil weapon when attacking head-on, and could not do so when nimbly changing from the side. 【112

But he is already the person in the Yuwen family's history who has wielded this evil weapon the best!

That smash just now made Seeing Chu Tianshu feel a sense of peril, and he barely managed to catch it.

This thrust now made Seeing Chu Tianshu feel as if his hair were standing on end; even if he drew his sword to block it head-on, he feared he would not be able to stop it.

So, he used the fastest speed of his life to spin his body!

The concentrated mental energy appeared like a flash of fire, instantly permeating his entire body from the divine sword at his waist.

Back then, before Seeing Chu Tianshu had opened his potential through fist techniques, he relied solely on needle techniques to guide his mental energy and stimulate his physique; not only was the duration short, but the burden on his body was also great.

But today, these concentrated mental energies, relying on the subtle connection between the sword soul and his intent, naturally and smoothly filled his entire body.

As the scorching mental energy flowed and expanded, it actually coordinated perfectly and flawlessly with the operation of his muscles, bones, and internal organs.

Inner Sage and Outer King—first and foremost, one must be the master of one's own body and mind!

No matter how chaotic the formless and intangible energy field around him became, or how much it affected his senses,

it could not trap Seeing Chu Tianshu at this moment.

The overwhelming thrust of the Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd only pierced a spiraling afterimage.

That spinning-top-like figure had already suddenly swayed to the side, and a whip kick was unleashed with a boom.

The sole of his boot seemed to tear through the air, striking heavily against the dark golden shaft from the side.

Clang!!!

The Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd still maintained a weight of 1,600 jin at this moment.

After being struck by the whip kick, the long weapon swung violently to the side, its momentum heavy and difficult to restrain.

Once Yuwen Chiming's body was also thrown off balance by the weapon, that would be the moment his fatal flaw was exposed.

But he was, after all, a top-tier expert; he suddenly turned with the momentum, slid the long shaft backward in his hands, and used his waist to press against the shaft, prying the entire weapon.

The swinging trend of the Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd was turned by him into an aid for rotating around his waist, keeping the enemy at bay.

The middle section of the long shaft pressed against his waist, while the head and tail swept around the periphery.

The phoenix-wing blade at the top and the armor-piercing spike at the tail carved out sharp, chilling, and terrifying arcs in the air.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's hand, however, suddenly reached into the arc of light and precisely grabbed the tail end of this long weapon.

Bang!!

When the dark golden tail end struck his palm, his hand formed a duck-bill shape, soft as linen, and his palm swallowed the force as his five fingers tightened.

Yuwen Chiming sensed something was wrong and exerted force with both hands to struggle.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's left hand had also already slapped onto the long shaft.

With a hum, the force of the Palm Thunder was abruptly transmitted; Yuwen Chiming felt as if his palms were being pricked by thousands of needles, and he loosened his grip in intense pain.

Seeing Chu Tianshu, eyes flashing with ferocity, twisted the long shaft and retreated explosively.

Puchi!!!

The entire weapon was taken away by Seeing Chu Tianshu.

The broad phoenix-wing blade dragged horizontally across Yuwen Chiming's waist.

Thick blood sprayed out; in the midst of intense pain, Yuwen Chiming's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth but could not make a sound.

His upper body had already begun to tilt to the side.

The Yuwen family disciples looked miserable and full of terror, as if it were not their family head who had died, but themselves.

How powerful was the might of the Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd.

They had seen with their own eyes their family head dragging this weapon to fight against more than thirty armored cavalrymen.

It was like a phoenix cast of gold charging into a herd of beasts; wherever it passed, there was only blood and mangled corpses, with men and horses alike smashed to pieces.

Yet just now, it seemed the family head only performed one slash, one thrust, and one turn, and he was severed.

This time, it was he himself who was severed.

Roar!!

Seeing Chu Tianshu felt the weapon in his hand whistling, suddenly heavy and then light, shaking from head to tail, as violent yin energy backlashed toward his arm.

Having killed another expert, the killing intent of this evil weapon grew heavier, erupting continuously.

Seeing Chu Tianshu knew he could not subdue it for the moment, and it was even harder to destroy, so he let out a low shout, turned back, lunged forward, and swung his long arm.

The Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd turned into a streak of dark golden light, shooting violently into the Great Heroic Hall.

The golden Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged in the Great Heroic Hall, was suddenly struck in the chest by the Phoenix-Wing Gilded Halberd, its tip completely embedded inside.

The long shaft vibrated, shaking for quite a while.

But having lost its master, it could not pull itself out of the Buddha statue at all.

The face of the Tathagata Buddha was even shaken.

At the same time, in the Maitreya Hall.

Duan Zhong's expression also seemed shaken, and he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

He heard the abnormality on that battlefield behind the Maitreya Hall.

He even heard Hai Donglai's breathing become slightly heavy.

Boom!!!

Duan Zhong's hands and Hai Donglai's hands, both fast as phantoms, collided together.

That black umbrella hung in mid-air, and the red cloud descended like light, submerging into Hai Donglai's body.

The moldy umbrella surface was torn apart on the spot by the force of their collision.

Duan Zhong's figure shuddered backward, bumping into the heavy offering table, causing all the spirit tablets to shake.

Hai Donglai's body, however, slid directly to the threshold, kicked against it, and dark red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"You are actually seriously injured!!"

With Duan Zhong's composure, he could not help but let out a voice of fury at this moment.

He had actually been bluffed for a while by a seriously injured person.

A figure flashed outside the hall door, light as a flying heron.

Zheng Hui had long since taken a detour from the side and quietly hidden at the corner outside the hall.

At this moment, one of his hands had already grabbed the back of Hai Donglai's belt, and he changed direction sharply under his feet, taking Hai Donglai toward the outside of the hall.

"Zheng Hui!!"

Duan Zhong's two large sleeves suddenly became flat and hard, like two large iron plates.

The moment his figure moved forward, he seemed to be flying close to the ground, his speed extremely fast.

Zheng Hui only felt that the voice calling him was like summoning his soul.

But Zheng Hui knew even better that if Hai Donglai took two more moves, his life would be uncertain.

"Go!"

Zheng Hui threw Hai Donglai to the side and darted to the other side himself.

The two figures dispersed to the left and right.

Duan Zhong was a person who liked to weigh things too much.

Since Hai Donglai was seriously injured, he was not his top priority.

Sure enough, Duan Zhong's figure turned in mid-air, his toes just touching the ground, and his two sleeves, like iron wings, made him truly like a falcon flying in the sky.

Because Zheng Hui had been delayed by throwing the person, he had only run out less than a zhang.

Duan Zhong had already reached above his head and stomped down.

Hai Donglai, who had been thrown out, had no shock or anxiety on his face, as if he were not at all disturbed by the life and death of his comrade.

He simply flipped his hand, lifting it from between his chest and abdomen, with blood-red light accumulating on his palm.

Soldier Spirit, Boiling!!

Fresh blood seeped from his palm and instantly erupted from the heat.

A blood-mist palm imprint arrived through the air, pressing down behind Duan Zhong.

Duan Zhong's heart stirred slightly; he turned his head abruptly and dispersed the blood mist with a palm, but being in mid-air, he was hit by this palm and immediately glided away.

Zheng Hui escaped the death trap, but the crown on his head was already gone, and a large handful of broken hair drifted down from the side of his face; he knelt on one knee, and with a puff, sprayed out blood.

Duan Zhong's kick had only grazed the crown on his head, but it had already torn his head's energy membrane, making him feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

This Prince Yi had even more tricks; he must have been thinking hard about how to deal with Zheng Hui's movement technique for a long time.

Guan Changling also arrived at the door at this time, saw the timing, and was just preparing to strike when he suddenly felt a sense of alarm and dodged to the side.

Whoosh!! A large hand swept past the side of his face, leaving three bloodstains.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, this hand would likely have slapped his entire head off.

That person had no time to pay him any mind; after the missed sweep, his figure did not stop and he had already left the hall.

"Prince Yi Duan Zhong!"

Seeing Chu Tianshu passed through the Maitreya Hall, intercepted Zheng Hui's path, laughed, and spoke kind words.

"Old brother, you must not have eyes, you've mistaken the person."

"Your opponent should be me!"

(End of chapter)