Detective Di Renjie: The Mysterious Dynasty

Chapter 388: Hu Jinghui's Fierce Battle with the Ten Iron Hands (Part )

The moon rose higher and higher, and the moonlight was like a silk thread, pouring down on the surface of Hongze Lake, sparkling with brilliant light.

Hu Jinghui, holding the Youlan sword in his hand, stood proudly at the bow, confronting the twelve masters of the Iron Hand Group on the deck.

When the members of the Iron Hand Group witnessed Hu Jinghui's god-like skills, they were so shocked that no one was speechless for a moment.

As the leader, Hu Yun had to step forward and stabilize the people's hearts.

He took a step forward and asked in a clear voice, "Your Excellency has such amazing Qinggong skills. There are no more than five people with such skills in the martial arts world. Can I ask your name?"

Hu Jinghui stood sideways with a sneer on his lips, as if he had instantly returned to his identity as the cold-blooded killer Viper.

"Before asking someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" His tone was full of disdain.

Hu Yun hit a soft nail and couldn't help laughing: "Since you are already dying, it doesn't matter if I tell you that we are the famous Iron Hand Group!"

"The Iron Hand Group has never sent out twelve hall masters at once. All this is because of you. You should feel honored! Leave your name, I will remember you!"

Hu Jinghui heard this, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I have died once, and I have long since put life and death aside. But if you want to take my life, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do so."

When Hu Yun heard what Hu Jinghui said, he suddenly burst into laughter.

After the laughter stopped, he said in a cold voice: "If you had run away as soon as you saw us, we might not have had the chance to kill you. But for the lives of those peasants, you took the initiative to board our ship, trying to delay us and let them escape..."

At this point, he shook his head and sneered: "Then I don't see how you are going to escape from us."

Hu Jinghui also responded with a smile and shook his head gently: "You are wrong."

Hu Yun had a playful smile on his face. He thought he had already won. "Oh? I'd like to hear it."

He moved his fingers slightly, and the other eleven people understood and surrounded Hu Jinghui in an instant, blocking all his escape routes.

Hu Jinghui noticed the small movements of the Iron Hand killers, but didn't care at all.

He looked back calmly, only to see Fang Jiu and the others gradually walking away.

Hu Jinghui thought to himself: If we can just delay a little longer and get into the harbor, it will be difficult for the Iron Hand Regiment's ships to catch up.

So he turned around and replied with a sneer: "First, the people on the ship are much more noble than you beasts! Second, I don't want to escape, I just want to see how many I can kill tonight!"

Hu Yun's mouth corners could not help but droop slightly, his face sank: "How shameless!"

Hu Jinghui's eyes swept over everyone in front of him one by one, and finally turned into a contemptuous laugh: "Are you going to fight alone, or are you ready to rush in together?"

Hu Yun thought of the killed Lu Lan and considered his performance just now. He knew that Hu Jinghui was no match for him and that fighting alone would undoubtedly bring humiliation upon himself.

However, even though the opponent was alone, if the twelve of our side charged together, only five or six of them could actually get close to Hu Jinghui.

The Iron Hand Group had all sorts of strange weapons, which they waved around, but they had to guard against being hurt by their own people, so they couldn't use their skills at all.

So, he decisively called out the names of the four men: "Lang Ju, Chai Ze, Xie Zhu, Hu Wei! You go first, I will help you!"

Upon hearing this, Lang Ju, Chai Ze, Xie Zhu and Hu Wei rushed out, each holding their weapons tightly, and slowly approached Hu Jinghui, not daring to advance rashly, hoping that Hu Jinghui would reveal a flaw first.

Seeing this, Hu Jinghui curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

His figure suddenly rose up, and the Youlan Sword was like a meteor across the night sky, pointing directly at Hu Wei, while he ignored the other three.

Hu Wei was horrified and could only raise his dagger to meet the enemy in a hurry.

It turned out that among the four, only Hu Wei used a knife, a short weapon. Lang Ju wielded a heavy mace, Xie Zhu held a 10-foot-long steel spear, and Chai Ze held an extremely long soft whip.

Hu Jinghui first fought off Hu Wei, and was afraid that Chai Ze's long whip might hurt his own people by mistake, so he did not dare to move.

However, Hu Wei's martial arts was the worst, which was his weakness among the crowd. With one move, Hu Jinghui's weapon was blocked and he was about to die in the next breath.

Fortunately, Lang Ju and Xie Zhu arrived quickly, and their two long weapons arrived first and attacked Hu Jinghui from behind.

Hu Jinghui heard the sound of the wind, lowered his body, slid backward, and actually passed through the gap between the two people's attacks like a fish.

Lang Ju and Xie Zhu's sneak attacks failed. Xie Zhu was able to stabilize his body and turn around to meet the enemy, but Lang Ju was holding a heavy mace and it was difficult for him to turn around. Hu Jinghui seized the opportunity, and with a flash of the Youlan Sword, Lang Ju fell to the ground.

Yun Gu, Hu Yun and other people who were watching the fight saw that a hall master was injured in the blink of an eye, and they immediately screamed.

Xie Zhu and Hu Wei were right in front of them. They watched their brother fall down with their own eyes, and their eyes were bloodshot.

Chai Ze was unable to go forward to help and was anxious. Seeing that one of his brothers was injured, he became even more impatient.

He let out a strange cry, and his soft whip came out like a snake out of a cave, winding towards Hu Jinghui's arm, trying to snatch his sword.

Hu Jinghui was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He rolled over to avoid the long whip, grabbed it with his backhand, and held the long whip firmly in his hand.

He exerted force with his right arm, pushed off the ground with his feet, and rose into the air again, pulling the whip towards Xiezhu.

When Xie Zhu saw Hu Jinghui flying towards him with great force, he did not dare to take it head-on and quickly dodged to the side to avoid his attack.

However, this dodge did not matter, as it caused trouble for Hu Wei, whose vision was blocked by himself.

When Hu Wei finally saw Hu Jinghui coming, it was already impossible to avoid him.

Hu Jinghui didn't use a sword either. He just used a long whip to wrap around Hu Wei's neck and tightened it suddenly.

Hu Wei's eyes rolled up instantly, the sharp blade in his hand fell, and he tightly grasped the whip with both hands, struggling hard for a chance of survival.

At the same time, Chai Ze, who was staggered by Hu Jinghui's actions, finally stabilized his body. He subconsciously and desperately pulled back the whip in an attempt to take back the weapon.

As the two forces came into contact with each other, Hu Wei's neck was broken and he was obviously dying.

"Ah!" Xie Zhu was filled with grief and anger when he saw Hu Wei's tragic death, and let out a deafening roar.

He turned the tip of his gun and pointed it at Hu Jinghui's vest, vowing to avenge his brother.

The reason why Hu Jinghui kept the sword was that he was waiting for this moment. With just a slight flick, he was able to cleverly resolve Xie Zhu's fatal blow.

Hu Yun, who was not far away, witnessed the fall of the two generals and stamped his feet anxiously: "Oh!!!"

However, Hu Jinghui's attack did not stop there. He jumped into the air and flew backwards towards Xiezhu.

Xiezhu was immediately frightened and hurriedly dodged, while sweeping his spear across to defend against the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Hu Jinghui used the same trick again and just made a feint. He let Xie Zhu go and went towards Chai Ze!

At this moment, Chai Ze was still immersed in the shock of killing his brother with his own hands, and was in a trance for a while.

When he came to his senses, Hu Jinghui was already in front of him, with the other end of his whip still dragging Hu Wei's body. He had no choice but to drop the whip and run away.

But his speed was far slower than Hu Jinghui's. Seeing this, Pixiu and Suanni wanted to rush to rescue him, but it was too late.

Chai Ze was killed instantly by a sword piercing his heart!

Hu Jinghui pulled back his sword gracefully. Chai Ze vomited blood, his eyes widened, and his body fell weakly on the deck with a dull sound.

The boat suddenly fell into dead silence. Everyone was shocked by Hu Jinghui's ruthless methods and fierce aura. No one dared to act rashly.

Hu Yun only saw Hu Jinghui flying up and down under the siege of four people, his figure sometimes moving to the left and sometimes moving to the right. In the blink of an eye, all three brothers had died.

Yun Gu was so frightened that her upper and lower teeth were chattering and her whole body was shaking, as if she had seen Hu Jinghui's killing spree again.

Hu Jinghui turned around slowly, with a handkerchief in his hand. He gently wiped the blood off the Youlan Sword.

"This is all you have, and you still want to take my life?" He looked at the killers and sneered.

Hu Yun was so angry that his face turned blue, and he shouted almost hysterically: "Go! Everyone, go together! I don't believe that with so many of us, we can't take care of him!"

　After thinking about it, my impression of Hu Jinghui's martial arts is that he stepped on the pulleys to move forward during the Viper period, and he retreated gracefully during his first battle with Li Yuanfang, and then he flew around. He is actually an agile player who relies a lot on displacement.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)