ragginovel Chapter 323 Death Match
Chapter 323 Death Match
Chapter 323 Death Match (Part Six)
The two of them were much larger than normal.
More than a thousand people on the city wall fought desperately, but under the pressure of the two men's figures, they looked like a thousand dwarfs crammed together, making it seem unreal and somewhat comical.
Guns clashed.
Blood Fiend True Qi collides with the Great Five Elements True Qi.
Yang Silang wielded the Killing Spear, primarily using thrusting, sweeping, drilling, and blocking techniques. With thrusting as the main method, the spear's power could reach far, stopping the opponent more than ten feet away.
Elder Zuo's palm techniques were like phantoms and ghosts, alternating between illusion and reality, and his blood poison was rampant.
However, his bare hands could not get close to Yang Silang, and his Blood Poison Killing Move had failed.
Faced with the thrust of the spearhead, he could only parry.
If any other master were to use the spear, Elder Zuo would have dared to use his movement techniques to deceive the enemy and seize the spear from the center line.
But Yang Silang used the mud-covered stakes as his foundation, and the slippery blood on the ground made him move even faster, as if he were standing on a large vat covered with grease.
Elder Zuo tried several times to rush in and seize the gun, but Yang Silang retreated even faster.
The gleaming spear tip never strayed from Elder Zuo's vital area.
There were still many bricks on the ground from the collapse of the arrow tower, which the two of them trampled into dust.
The rebel soldiers occupied this section of the city wall, and government troops pressed in from both sides.
Therefore, Yang Silang did not need to worry about accidentally injuring friendly forces.
He noticed that the defensive circle formed by Pei Zhuangbai and his two companions, along with dozens of soldiers, huddled in the corner, was on the verge of collapse.
So he deliberately retreated in that direction, just brushing past the edge, and swept his spear horizontally.
Dozens of bandits screamed in agony as the gun swept across them; anyone touched by it died instantly.
Yang Silang fought and retreated, spear in hand, while Elder Zuo followed closely with his fiery palms, his eyes red with urgency as he tried to subdue him.
Below the city wall.
Some of the bandits had a bad feeling—why did it seem like Elder Zuo had been tricked?
The two fought as they retreated, and the bandits suffered heavy casualties.
Seeing that he couldn't subdue Yang Silang for the time being, Elder Zuo was so angry that his eyes turned red and his chest swelled up.
After using this four-point technique to break the restrictions, he could only maintain his fierce and powerful strength for the duration of an incense stick burning.
Then there was just a roadside path, where even a random grandmaster could probably kill him.
He grew increasingly impatient, as if he had grown three heads, six arms, and eighteen fleshy hands, slapping, grabbing, tearing, and ripping at Yang Silang.
Yang Silang's response was simple: no matter how many methods you have, I will respond with a single spear thrust.
That's how sharp it is to use strengths to overcome weaknesses.
An inch longer, an inch stronger – this has been a timeless truth.
Elder Zuo was anxious but had no solution.
His school of thought involves feeding oneself with poison, training oneself to become a poison master, so fists and feet are the foundation, and weapons are the auxiliary means.
This time, I did bring a poison weapon from the sect, but it's with the Right Elder.
The Right Elder was injured and refused to leave the battlefield, while the Left Elder underestimated the enemy today. He now regrets not bringing that poison weapon with him.
It's too late to regret it now.
He prayed in his heart that he could defeat his opponent within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The two circled around the city walls and fought for dozens more rounds.
Yang Silang's spear was full of true energy, but since it had not yet condensed into a elixir, it was more defensive than offensive.
Elder Zuo's most powerful blood poison was ruined, and his hands were too short; his "Breaking Through the Void" technique alone couldn't harm Yang Silang at all.
The two were essentially stuck there.
Below the city wall.
Under the banner of the Heavenly King Army.
Golden Armor Heavenly King Li said to the people around him.
Immediately, a martial artist stepped forward. He was not wearing armor, but wielding a spiked club, and rode his horse at full speed.
While Elder Zuo and Yang Silang appeared to be engaged in fierce combat, they each diverted their attention to keep a close eye on their surroundings.
After all, neither of them can do anything to the other right now, and if the other gets help first, things will get really bad.
They also noticed the men wielding spiked clubs below the city walls.
Yang Silang saw that the man was full of energy but not very skilled in horsemanship, and knew that this was a master sent by the bandit army to serve him.
Elder Zuo grinned and sneered at Yang Silang, his face full of smugness.
Although it's a bit unseemly to have someone else help you, winning is what matters, and that's the overall situation for the Heavenly King Army today.
Who can deny his remarkable achievements today?
He was in a good mood, and his punches became even more powerful and domineering.
Seeing that reinforcements were about to arrive, Yang Silang became complacent and did not panic. He simply muttered to himself.
"The time has come!"
He was silent.
"My aunt, please help me!"
Yang Silang's soul was suppressed in his Niwan Palace and could not leave his body, but he could still communicate with the Flying Thunder Stone hidden in his waist.
With a flick of his flying thunderstone at his waist, he soared into the sky.
The soldiers on the city wall were fighting fiercely, their blood and qi soaring to the sky. The chaotic pure yang qi and blood, combined with the thoughts of the people, created a place where yin spirits were naturally defeated.
Normal cultivators would not dare to release their spiritual power here, as they would be highly likely to suffer a backlash from chaotic thoughts and qi. At best, their spiritual power would be torn apart and their qi would be severely damaged; at worst, their soul would be scattered and they would lose their lives.
However, Shi Xuangu is controlling the Flying Thunder Stone, so it has nothing to do with Yang Silang.
The Flying Thunder Stone was indeed a magical artifact he refined.
However, his magical artifact was devoured and fused by Shi Xuangu's innate supernatural power. To some extent, Shi Xuangu is equivalent to the "spirit" of this magical artifact.
Shi Xuangu's innate ability to swallow and fuse stones allows her to freely manipulate this magical artifact using her own demonic power.
It doesn't need Yang Silang to provide soul power; it can move on its own!
The blood and energy on the city wall can restrain the human race's True Persons, but it cannot restrain the demon race!
Shi Xuangu manipulated the Flying Thunder Stone to fly up and then land!
Elder Zuo's smile remained on his face when the pebble above his head crashed down, its surface adorned with lightning-patterned restrictions, emitting a chilling purple lightning crackling sound.
The pebbles themselves had turned a brilliant, dangerous deep purple, with lightning cascading down like a waterfall.
Elder Zuo's heart pounded wildly in an instant.
"That little thief tricked me—"
He gathered his true energy at the soles of his feet, intending to escape, but found that under the restriction of the thunder magic, even his body felt numb and itchy, and his true energy reaction was half a beat slower.
Fine bolts of lightning fell and struck the ground, seemingly forming a lightning cage that would imprison him.
In Elder Zuo's eyes, the tiny flying thunderstone was already as large as a mountain. He had a premonition that if he were hit by this stone, he would probably die!
Yang Silang shook his long spear.
"Breaking the shield!"
The killing spear strike was the most powerful; he intended to nail Elder Zuo to the city wall right there!
Elder Zuo's eyes showed fear. He was being crushed by a thunderbolt from above and stabbed by a spear from below. He had almost no way out!
"No, I endured countless hardships to become a Grandmaster!"
"With the potential to become a Martial Saint in the future, how can he die here?"
"We have no choice but to use that trump card —"
"Junior brother, I'm sorry!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a yellow talisman.
The talisman was extremely strange, depicting two people sitting cross-legged with their backs to each other, surrounded by five terrifying poisonous demons.
The life-saving talisman I brought this time is called the Five Poisons Substitution Talisman, which is a type of talisman.
It was a talisman that the Five Poisons Sect leader had purchased at great expense, and it was held by the two elders on the left and right.
They joined the Heavenly King's Army this time, and they weren't afraid of anything else, except encountering a Martial Saint as their opponent.
Once this talisman is used, both talismans burn, and the two people, no matter how far apart, can share the same injury.
If the Martial Saint's attack is reduced to half an attack, everyone can survive.
It was originally a trump card, but now we have no choice but to use it.
Elder Zuo used this talisman, betting that he could survive.
Of course, his unlucky junior brother was already injured in the fight with Fu Liunian. He was sitting in the camp when the injury came out of nowhere.
Elder Zuo wasn't sure if his junior brother would survive; his own life was the most important thing.
boom!
As the flying thunderstone crashed down, Yang Silang thrust out his spear, both landing on Elder Zuo almost simultaneously.
boom!
A yellow talisman suddenly burst into flames, creating a protective shield of light that propelled it outwards with tremendous force.
Yang Silang was forced to somersault with his gun, and the Flying Thunder Stone was also overturned, falling back into Yang Silang's palm.
"Nephew!"
"I hit it!"
Shi Xuangu's proud voice echoed in Yang Silang's mind.
Yang Silang looked at the tip of his spear; it was covered in foul-smelling blood, and it was poisonous blood!
He hit the mark too.
Yang Silang looked up.
A large crater appeared on the city wall, and a figure leaped out of it—it was Elder Zuo!
He was short and stout, naked, with half of his bald head broken and blood oozing from his flattened skull.
One of its eyes bulged out and drooped out; its head was tilted to the side, and it looked like its vertebrae were broken.
His back and shoulder blades collapsed and were also broken, and his arms were limp and hung down on both sides like noodles.
But his short legs quickly stepped onto the battlements of the women's city.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
thump!
He jumped right down!
Grandmasters have incredibly strong vitality. Even with such severe injuries, as long as their internal organs are intact and their true energy is not lost, they can still drag their crippled bodies and escape!
He was so determined to escape.
Even Yang Silang's series of stabs couldn't catch up!
Elder Zuo jumped down from the city wall and slammed heavily onto the siege tower, breaking the thick wooden beam in half.
He rolled over and, like a stray dog, continued to flee towards the great formation!
A great uproar broke out both inside and outside the city!
The bandits' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; the invincible Grandmaster had actually fled naked!
Inside a luxurious tent in the Heavenly King Army's camp a few miles away.
The right elder, with green skin and black clothes, sat on a chair, with beautiful maids serving him by massaging his legs and feeding him fruit.
Several of the beautiful maids trembled slightly.
They were abducted from a neighboring town to serve this lecherous old man.
It's one thing to lose one's virginity.
This old man is also bloodthirsty and loves to see blood; if anything goes wrong, he'll poison someone and turn them into a puddle of foul water.
The Right Elder is in a good mood today.
Having defeated the opponent's Grandmaster, Senior Brother will once again take the city today.
With Li Tianwang occupying Jiangdong Province, their Five Poisons Sect can open a branch in this wealthy land.
It would be even better if we could destroy a few powerful families and seize more secret realms and blessed lands.
He was daydreaming.
Suddenly, fire spewed from its mouth, and a talisman flew out and burned fiercely.
"This is----"
A look of terror and fear flashed in the eyes of the Right Elder as he reacted.
boom!
His body exploded, turning into a bloody mess that smeared the inside of the tent.
Several of the maids were also splashed with water.
"ah----"
One of the maids realized what was happening, screamed, and scrambled out crying as she fled.
"Help! Someone come quick!"
"The Right Elder has exploded!"
"He ate some fruit and blew himself up!"