Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 174: The Cricket Was Only Fatally Wounded, It Won't Die

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, as if being pulled apart by an invisible force, revealing only a cold moon.

The clear light shines down like a spotlight, focusing on the two people who carry the "destiny".

The fighting between the soldiers and generals has ended, and the shouting has gradually subsided, but the tense atmosphere in the air has not dissipated, and the oppression is becoming more and more heavy.

Everyone knows that even at this moment, the one who can really influence the current situation is
They were still those two powerful masters of the celestial realm who had surpassed the limits of mortals, displayed the destructive power of natural disasters, and were like ancient ferocious beasts.

"What do you think? My sword energy is still better!" Mo Yu grinned, his long hair dancing wildly, half of his face stained with blood, but his tone was as relaxed as usual.

"Hehe, although I don't know where you borrowed the power from, but with my ice and fire energy entering your body, can you still stabilize your own energy?" Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, his eyes as cold as a knife, and his breath as steady as a mountain.

The two people's Qi intertwined at this moment, reaching a delicate balance.

Although Xu Ruowu still had the strength to fight, he didn't dare to intervene at this moment. He stared at the two of them with his eagle eyes.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering: Should he withstand Zhu Yuanzhang's attack head-on, using the 'Demon Control' to activate the jade ring or brass horn shield? He would be absolutely certain that as long as he could survive one blow, the next one would completely defeat this Hongwu hero!
But the problem is that even with his fighting talent, he is not sure that he can withstand the blow without breaking.

Zhu Yuanzhang's danger senses were blaring, knowing Mo Yu might have a hidden weapon up his sleeve. If he could unleash another sword move of that magnitude, he'd be hard-pressed to resist.

For a moment, Ma's face stretched long and dark, his expression terrifying. He was already considering whether to disregard his own foundation and forcefully activate the True Dragon Purple Qi in a desperate fight.

Time seemed to stand still, the two were ready to go, the final trump card was about to be revealed, and the decisive battle was about to begin!
Right now.

The appearance of the two women added a new variable to the deadlock.

Shan Yuru, holding a woman, slowly approached from the edge of the battlefield with a determined stride. Several generals tried to stop them, but Xu Ruowu raised his hand to stop them.

After fighting to this point, Xu Ruowu has no intention of fighting anymore.

Anyone present could die except Zhu Yuanzhang, and he was not sure that continuing to fight could save Zhu Yuanzhang's life.

The current power was completely integrated by Zhu Yuanzhang's personal charm. Once there was a problem with this core, even if Mo Yu was successfully killed, it would be a loss for the entire power.

Under the vigilant gaze of the soldiers, Shan Yuru led her men into the encirclement, her expression cold and solemn, her usual charm and frivolity gone. She grasped the fair neck of the woman in front of her and said coldly, "Let her go, or I'll kill her."

This concise sentence, with its chilling murderous intent, made no one doubt her determination.

The kidnapped woman was wearing a white lotus dress, had a pretty face and a heroic look between her brows.

"Xiuying?" Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at her and was slightly startled. His brows were furrowed, and the murderous intent that had been accumulated to the peak began to slip.

Mo Yu looked at Shan Yuru with a bit of surprise. He had never expected that Shan Yuru, this evil witch from the cult, would risk her life to come back and save him.

If the negotiations fail, Xu Ruowu alone can take her life, and there is no chance of survival.

However, Ma Xiuying, the White Lotus Sect goddess who was being held hostage, was unusually calm and did not struggle, which was very different from her usual temperament.

"..."

Zhu Yuanzhang and Mo Yu looked at each other in silence.

The murderous intent and fighting spirit slowly dissipated, and the intertwined innate energy slowly separated.

They both pulled their hands out of each other's bodies at the same time.

Mo Yu stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his abdomen. The Taiyi True Qi combined with the Nine Yin Healing Chapter circulated, quickly disintegrating the Sun and Moon Qi, and the bleeding from the wound gradually stopped.

Zhu Yuanzhang, his hands clasped behind his back, seemed unconcerned about the bloody hole in his right chest. He used his 'Postnatal Mysterious Yin Qi' to freeze it, temporarily managing the injury. He turned his head and glanced at the nearby wreckage of soldiers and generals slain by Mo Yu's 'Kanglong Wuhui'. Fei Ju and six others were among them, and his heart ached.

These were good brothers who had followed him from the very beginning and were willing to break away from Guo Zixing and build their own power from scratch.

These twenty-four people were later known as the Twenty-Four Generals of Huaixi!

"Hu~" Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes unwillingly, exhaled a long breath, and said calmly, "Let them go."

Mo Yu stopped his taunting and turned to Shan Yuru. She had intended to take Ma Xiuying to a safe place before releasing her, but Mo Yu casually pushed her hand away from Ma Xiuying's neck and dragged her away slowly along the path cleared by the generals.

Without the hostage, Shan Yuru's heart beat faster. She was very afraid that Zhu Yuanzhang would go back on his word and bring people to attack her and her again. But strangely, until their figures disappeared in the night of Hengjian Mountain, no pursuers followed them.

After the two men had completely left, Zhu Yuanzhang's sword energy could no longer be suppressed. The wound on his right chest burst open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his battle robe red and flowing into the mud. He groaned and knelt on one knee, his breathing disordered, and cold sweat on his forehead.

At that same moment, Mo Yu's meridians nearly burst. The immense amount of True Qi that had previously far exceeded his physical limits caused them to rupture, damaging his internal organs and causing severe internal injuries. He stumbled forward, spitting blood, but his hand remained tightly gripped on Shan Yuru's forearm, his knuckles white, and he continued to walk.

Under the cold moonlight, the two men who had been strong all their lives could no longer hold on after they were out of each other's sight.

It is difficult to say who is more important in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, Ma Xiuying or Mo Yu.

The reason why Zhu Yuanzhang let Mo Yu go so easily was simply because he was not sure he could capture Mo Yu. Ma Xiuying's hostage was just a stepping stone for him.

His right lung was almost soaked in the sword energy, and every breath felt like a thousand knives cutting his heart, the pain drilling into his bones!
Zhu Yuanzhang supported himself on one knee, holding up his body with an iron will to ensure that he would not faint.

He grabbed Xu Ruowu's hand and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a heart-wrenching cough. Blood foam mixed with broken internal organs splattered on the ground, a glaring scarlet color.

He did not lower his head to look, his eyes fixed on the void as if nothing, and he spoke with difficulty but clearly: "Take the prisoners, reorganize the army, and attack Chuzhou!"

Art of War: The ruler must not raise an army in anger, but must fight with all his might against the world!
Even when he encountered his old enemy, even when his life was hanging by a thread and he was nearly dead! But after considering the pros and cons, none of the decisions he made were directed against Mo Yu. His ambition was never shaken by personal grudges.

"Yes!" Xu Ruowu supported him with both hands, his tone calm.

Although he suffered unexpected losses due to Zhu Yuanzhang's orders, he was not disappointed at all. Instead, he was more convinced by Zhu Yuanzhang's subsequent plans for the power.

Who in this world can foresee everything in advance? Unexpected changes always catch people off guard.

The key is, how do you respond to this unexpected situation? Can you maintain a positive attitude after suffering a setback?
Zhu Yuanzhang was such a person. His eyes were always looking forward, and he only thought about how to further expand his power.

Have a long-term vision, a heart as tough as a rock, and act decisively!

This is Zhu Yuanzhang, a legendary figure who grew from a beggar to the Hongwu Emperor.

After finishing his official duties, he finally had time to consider his personal feelings. He turned his gaze to Ma Xiuying and pointed at the remains of soldiers and generals in the distance. However, after the anger in his heart slightly eased, his throat choked, his face flushed, and he could hardly utter a word.

Ma Xiuying stepped forward lightly, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face, saying softly, "I know what you mean. I will make proper arrangements for Fei Ju and the others' funeral."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, closed his eyes and collapsed in her arms.

However, his consciousness did not fade away, otherwise he would have been dead!

Instead, he concentrated his mind and focused all his attention, mobilizing the 'postnatal Xuan Yin Qi' and the 'innate Yuan Yang Qi', like ice and fire intertwined, and struggled to suppress the active Taiyi sword energy on his right chest.

On the other side, Mo Yu's injuries were no less serious.

Although he won the duel, his cultivation base was there. Zhu Yuanzhang was at least a true celestial being at the Great Perfection Stage, but the body of the heroes was not even at the Initial Stage of Celestial Being.

The innate罡气 was purely his temporary way to open up the circulation between the inner and outer world. He refined the essence of the world on the spot with his powerful mental will. It was already amazing that he could come into contact with Xu Ruowu, who had achieved minor success in the celestial realm.

If there is a blacklist or something like that in the underworld, he will definitely be on it!
But Zhu Yuanzhang, who was at the great perfection of heaven and man, was not someone he could touch easily. As a last resort, he could only use the 'Tongtian Lu' to borrow strength and forcibly improve his own cultivation.

Even though all the black jades in the universe share the same origin, and the 'qi' formed by the combination of life essence and primordial spirit is the same, the true qi evolved will eventually be somewhat different due to the different cultivation systems.

Normally it would be fine to borrow it for use, but this time, he poured five units of water into a water bag with a capacity of only three units, on top of the original capacity!
He had deliberately exhausted his True Qi to preserve a glimmer of hope for this body. But even so, the excessive True Qi still raged like a raging tide, stretching his meridians to the point of bursting.

"Are you OK?"

Shan Yuru supported him and took a short rest under an old tree. Her voice trembled, she was really afraid that Mo Yu would suddenly die in front of her while walking. Her palm was pressed against his vest, and her fingertips could feel the chaotic energy in his body.

"Um"

Mo Yu leaned against the rough tree trunk and thought seriously for a moment. His current physical condition was hard to describe. He could only say, "It's just a fatal injury to the cricket."

He glanced at his right arm, unable to lift it at all, drooping like a puppet with its strings cut. This familiar feeling made him sigh helplessly.

At this moment, the conditions of other parts of his body were equally horrific. Broken meridians were normal, and ruptured blood vessels were minor matters. The internal injuries to his internal organs were being rescued with all his strength using his true Qi.

Only the troubled Xiao You, though still seemingly the same on the outside, had actually dissolved into a mushy mess inside. Muscle cells had ruptured, rhabdomyolysis had occurred, and blood vessels, nerves, and meridians had become entangled with tendons and bones, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. Only a layer of skin remained intact, like a stuffed but unbroken sausage.

(End of this chapter)