fifth form

Chapter 2429 Ten Swords and Ten Swords

The shadows of the Xianyang Palace are everywhere. A nine-meter-high statue of the First Emperor stands in the center of the palace, and countless civil officials and military generals are stationed in all directions.

Ying Fusu recited the words of the sacrifice, and all kinds of strange visions appeared on his body.

Zhang Xuezhou had seen this scene before being introduced into the Yunzhan Campaign.

At that time, he did not react, nor did he think of relying on the "Great Wilderness Creation Sutra" to fight against the Lord, and was extremely passively involved in the battle.

At this moment, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that "The Great Wilderness Creation Sutra" had taken effect.

Not only is His Majesty still alive at the moment, the other party also brings exchanges and communication. What is even more mysterious is that Zhang Xuezhou has borrowed some subtle abilities with the help of "The Great Wilderness Creation Sutra".

He looked intently at Ying Fusu, and all kinds of strange phenomena seemed to be revealed.

"This ability should cause the targeted person to lose the ability to control his body normally, thus revealing a flaw and suffering a fatal blow. The person is still the same person, and the sword is still the same sword, but the borrowed ability is no different from the deterrent and suppression method!"

In just a short moment, Zhang Xuezhou understood Ying Fusu's second ability.

With the help of the "Great Wilderness Creation Sutra", Zhang Xuezhou was able to make extremely clear observations, but without the help of the "Great Wilderness Creation Sutra", Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would not necessarily die. After all, he had not yet figured out the Nine-petal Flower in order to maintain himself, and being intimidated, suppressed and out of control would not be a worse situation.

After all, Huang Daoxian is not an ordinary fortune-teller.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou was just imitating at the moment, this would not be easy to deal with.

"Bah!"

Ying Fusu's loud shout rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou saw the Prince of Qin holding the Taia sword and slashing with his hand.

The red flame on the Taia Sword emitted bursts of golden light, and the sword light was so hot that it looked like a small sun.

This cut is as simple as splitting Mount Hua with force, but for some opponents caught in a fierce battle, it is a fatal cut.

Once someone is affected by the intimidation, his body will become chaotic and he will not know where to go, thus being at the mercy of others.

The power accumulated by Ying Fusu from reciting the sacrificial words for a long time was gathered together, and the power of the Taia Sword was obviously single and powerful enough to break the opponent's body.

"I can dodge and hide, and I can take a beating!"

Zhang Xuezhou watched the Taia sword being chopped down, constantly making comparisons and judgments.

Of course, he could only make a judgment at the moment. After all, Zhang Xuezhou really didn't understand how to use the Nine-petal Flower, and he couldn't even move it if he wanted to.

It was like a strike of thunder, and the greenhouse where he was couldn't help but shake violently.

Faintly, Zhang Xuezhou felt a ray of golden light falling in the flower room, and there seemed to be an extra crack on the flower bud.

"Take another ten swords!"

In the shadow of the Xianyang Palace, Ying Fusu shouted while holding the Taia Sword. His handsome face was full of seriousness, and his brows were wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character.

"cut!"

"cut!"

……

Although it was Ying Fusu who spoke, if one fell into the threat of suppression, a completely different scene would be seen.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the flower bud that was gradually leaking air, and then looked at Ying Fusu whose physical strength was running out.

The subtle feeling of "The Great Wilderness Creation Sutra" faded away, and the Xianyang Palace suddenly came into view.

The bronze lampstand swayed, and the black bird pattern on the dome of the Xianyang Palace cast a hideous shadow.

A nine-foot-tall imperial figure slowly stood up from the ninth-level jade throne, and the sun, moon, and stars embroidered on the twelve-chapter-patterned crown glowed coldly.

The hilt of the Taia sword with a dragon pattern was stroked in the emperor's hand and slowly unsheathed. The three-foot green peak turned into a two-meter giant sword in the other's hand, almost the same size as the nine petals of the nine-petal flower controlled by Huang Daoxian.

The emperor walked down slowly with the sword in hand, gazing down as if looking down.

"How does your neck compare to the bricks and stones of the Great Wall?"

As if speaking a golden rule, the twelve jade ornaments on the crown suddenly stopped, even the air froze, and Zhang Xuezhou only felt a little dry in the mouth.

The voice sounded as if it were from high up in the hall, but it was also ringing in his ears, causing his heart to beat wildly. "How can the bricks and stones of the Great Wall be as strong as my neck!"

The sword light fell like the might of heaven, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but scream in his heart.

The layers of strange visions in his eyes faded away, and the figure of Ying Fusu holding a sword and slashing came into view.

"you you……"

The sword was chopped down again, leaving a sword mark a meter long on the flower bud, and also revealing the pistil inside the bud.

Ying Fusu was shocked that his opponent could withstand the blow without dying, and was also shocked that this object was actually in the shape of a flower, with no normal living creature hidden inside it.

He exclaimed in disbelief.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he swallowed the words in his throat and turned his gaze to himself.

Layer upon layer of cracks appeared on his body, and black water kept oozing out. Even though his body was covered with tortoise-patterned armor, it couldn't stop the cracking.

"you you……"

He pointed at the huge flower bud and looked at himself. For a moment, he couldn't understand why he was injured to such an extent.

It was clearly his opponent who was being beaten to death by him, and it was also clearly the opponent who was unable to move.

"I...I...how could I lose? I shouldn't lose. This shouldn't be my fate!"

Ying Fusu opened his eyes wide, and the Taia sword in his hand dropped limply.

"How could you lose? You have to find the reason yourself!"

If he could touch his forehead to wipe the sweat, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he should be able to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

He still had some lingering fears, thinking that Ying Fusu's ultimate move was indeed very powerful, but what frightened Zhang Xuezhou even more was the emperor on the ninth-level jade throne.

The power borrowed by Ying Fusu can break the nine-petal flower. If the emperor himself comes, it may be a completely different scene, perhaps even better than the Huang Daoxian he encountered before.

Looking at Ying Fusu's body gradually showing cracks, Zhang Xuezhou was a little worried that the other party would use some tricks again, so he tried his best to distract his attention.

"You...you...you can't be unscathed from this kind of attack." Ying Fusu tried to lift the Tai'a sword and said, "Who are you? Are you from the outer world?"

"I'm injured. Look, my skin is broken and my body is completely deformed." Zhang Xuezhou shouted, "Ah~ It hurts so much. I'm dying, dying, dying soon!"

"you you……"

Ying Fusu widened his eyes.

As the Crown Prince Regent, even after he became a Terracotta Warrior, he would remain utmost vigilant during his patrols.

Day after day, year after year, he did not get tired of the boredom and loneliness, but still lingered on the breath of life.

And at that moment, he only felt that his life was beginning to end.

Even though the terracotta figure was between life and death, and the terracotta that embodied his body was second only to the Qin emperor, Ying Fusu also felt the passing of life.

He looked at his own body in disbelief, and when Ying Fusu sought an answer, his opponent who had repeatedly asked for peace was probably thinking of pissing him off to death and did not give a correct response.

He has always been polite and cold, and has never been exposed to such ruffian behavior as Zhang Xuezhou.

A feeling of blood surging up his spine surged up, and the Taia sword in Ying Fusu's hand could no longer be held steady, and it disappeared in the dimming golden light.

He pointed at the huge flower bud, finding it hard to understand his own fate.

Cracks appeared on his jade-like arms, and his body shattered into pieces like porcelain, and then fell down and turned into a faint golden light.

"My...Father...Father, save me, Father!"

"Ah~, it hurts so much, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm going to die soon!"

The opponent's noisy voice was like an annoying sparrow, confusing Ying Fusu's thinking.

As the layers of his body cracked open and the bones inside his body emerged, there was a hint of despair in Ying Fusu's eyes. He finally realized that he might be in a serious accident.

(End of this chapter)