Detective Di Renjie: The Mysterious Dynasty

Chapter 390 The war ends
When Pixiu and Baochong saw Guijie die, they turned pale with fright and were terrified.

The two were so frightened that they fled immediately without caring about Hu Jinghui's condition.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Jinghui threw the Youlan Sword with all his might, piercing through Bao Chong's body and ending his life.

He was extremely tired. The previous fight had exhausted his energy and he no longer had the strength to pursue.

Bao Chong didn't have to die, but Gui Jie was killed by the dying Hu Jinghui, which completely crushed his fighting spirit.

In the panic of his escape, he actually gave away his life.

Hu Yun, who was far away, saw Gui Jie being killed instantly by Hu Jinghui, and Bao Chong dying in a panic. He felt his scalp tingling and was terrified.

He just stretched out his right hand, intending to command Pi Xiu and others to act, but at this moment his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not utter a sound.

So far, there were twelve assassins in the Iron Hand Group, including Yun Gu and Hu Yun. Seven of them, including Lang Ju, Hu Wei, Xie Zhu, Chai Ze, Huo Qiang, Gui Jie and Bao Chong, had died one after another, accounting for more than half of the total manpower loss.

That’s not all. Xiong Sha lost one of his arms, and Suanni and Pixiu were also seriously injured and almost unable to fight again.

The Pixiu was lucky and escaped death with a one in two chance, but at this moment he was so scared that his legs were weak and he almost burst into tears.

Hu Yun widened his eyes, finding it hard to believe what he was seeing.

Of the twelve hall masters of the Iron Hand Group, after all the efforts, there were only three or five capable fighters left, including himself and Yun Gu.

The King of Hell on the other side had already killed seven people, so couldn't he kill five more? Besides, several people on his side had already been disabled, so there were not enough people to make up six.

At this moment, Hu Jinghui staggered forward and slowly pulled out the Youlan sword that was stuck in Bao Chong's body.

In the night wind, her long hair, which was scattered in the battle, fluttered wildly. There was blood at the corner of her mouth, but she still had a chilling smile on her face.

The moonlight poured down, and this scene, coupled with Hu Jinghui's horrifying battle record, undoubtedly became an extremely terrifying picture in the eyes of Hu Yun and others.

Hu Yun's hand holding the knife kept shaking. He looked down at his sleeve and found that it was covered with blood. It turned out that he was also injured.

Moreover, he found that it was not his hands that were shaking, but his whole body.

"Is he...is he still a human?" There was an undisguised fear in Pixiu's voice.

"No...I don't know..." Suanni replied with a pale face.

Yun Gu sensed the fear and retreat in everyone's hearts, and she was immediately extremely anxious: "Brother, the sect master entrusted you with more than a dozen top masters of the Iron Hand Group. In the battle just now, six of them died. This is an unprecedented defeat!"

"We have paid such a heavy price. If we fail to complete the mission, the Sect Master will never let us off easily! You...you have to think it through!"

Hu Yun took a deep breath and slowly turned to look at Yun Gu: "How about you go and try it?"

Yun Gu was stunned and speechless.

There was a suffocating silence in the air.

Hu Jinghui in the distance leaned against the wall again. He was indeed exhausted, with double images in front of his eyes. When he heard the voices of Hu Yun and others, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

But this smile aggravated his injuries, and he suddenly started coughing, with blood coming out of his lungs.

Seeing this, Yun Gu started to cry and beg: "Brother, look, he is dying! Let's go together, everyone, we must kill him!"

The cruel punishment that the Iron Hand Group gave to those who failed their mission flashed through Hu Yun's mind, and he finally mustered up the courage. He said nothing, but waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to move forward.

After receiving the order, the remaining members of the Iron Hand Group gathered around and prepared to give Hu Jinghui a fatal blow.

However, at this critical moment, Hu Jinghui used the hilt of the Youlan Sword to straighten his body.

When the killers saw his still iron-hard eyes and the bloody Youlan sword, an indescribable chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone stopped again, exchanging suspicious looks, and no one dared to move forward. But Hu Jinghui did not rush towards them, but turned around and came to the big hole in the cabin that Xiong Sha's double axes had smashed open, and leaned over and got in without hesitation.

Seeing this, Suanni and Pixiu immediately stopped and looked at Huyun with questioning eyes, expecting his instructions: "Brother, what should we do?"

Hu Yun didn't know what to do for a moment and stood there hesitantly.

When Yun Gu witnessed this scene, she could no longer suppress her anger. She raised her sword resolutely and walked towards the cabin door regardless of everything, wanting to take Hu Jinghui's life.

Hu Yun's expression instantly turned fierce, and he ordered everyone again: "Go!"

However, before he finished speaking, Yun Gu screamed in the cabin: "Ah——"

Immediately afterwards, Yun Gu pushed open the cabin door with all her strength and escaped with a look of horror on her face.

Hu Yun and others saw that Yun Gu's left shoulder had been stabbed by a sharp sword, and her clothes were stained with blood.

It turned out that Hu Jinghui in the cabin took advantage of the terrain to launch a sneak attack, but he was exhausted and his vision was blurred, so he only stabbed Yun Gu's shoulder lightly and failed to take her life.

When Hu Yun saw that another person was injured, his whole body trembled, his face turned pale, and he became speechless again.

Pixiu could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears.

Suanni still had some sense of loyalty, so he walked forward fearfully, helped Yun Gu up, and fled quickly, fearing that Hu Jinghui would chase them out.

Hu Yun stared blankly at the dark hatch, his heart filled with fear, and he no longer dared to attempt an attack.

Hu Jinghui hid inside, and Yun Gu was immediately ambushed and stabbed when she entered. Who could defeat him?
Xiong Sha covered his severely injured arm and asked Hu Yun in a trembling voice: "Brother, this...what should I do?"

Yun Gu gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain and said, "Brother, he has exhausted all his strength. Let's try again. If it still doesn't work, we will retreat!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Yun couldn't help but glance at Suanni, Pixiu and Pixiu beside him, but found that the three of them had already retreated in fear.

"Ahahaha!" Hu Yun laughed helplessly, "Retreat! Let's get on the boat and burn him to death!"

Upon hearing this, the three Pi Xiu felt relieved and quickly carried the injured Yun Gu and ran to the stern of the ship.

Everyone lowered the small boat and set fire to the big ship before leaving.

The flames spread quickly, illuminating the night sky and reflecting the terrified faces of the Iron Hand killers.

"Brother, is this really okay?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Yun Gu's voice. She looked back at the sea of ​​fire, feeling both relieved and uneasy.

"This is the best solution at the moment." Hu Yun said in a deep voice, his eyes were blurred and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

As a member of the Iron Hand Group, he never thought that he would suffer such a loss, let alone that Hu Jinghui would be so powerful and cause them to suffer heavy losses.

Twelve people besieged one person, seven of them were killed, and the rest were all injured. In the end, they were so scared that they ran away. It was a great shame.

With this result, can the sect leader easily forgive him?

Xiong Sha looked at the sea of ​​fire and muttered, "If he doesn't burn to death, he will drown, right?"

Pixiu, Suanni and others paddled silently, their hearts filled with fear of Hu Jinghui.

The small boat gradually moved away from the big ship, and the fire gradually shrank in their eyes until it became a distant point of light.

The night breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness and also blowing away some of the fear in their hearts.

At the same time, on the big ship that was about to be engulfed by flames, Hu Jinghui carried an empty wooden box to the side of the ship and fell down.

　After racking my brains, I finally finished writing these four chapters of the battle. I am as exhausted as Hu Jinghui.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)