What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 81 My Last Request

clang!
clang!
clang!
Charge after charge, crossfire after crossfire.

At this moment, Xia Qing and Yue Wumu seemed to have nothing but each other in their eyes.

Two afterimages, one black and one white, accelerated to their maximum speed, collided repeatedly without restraint.

However, it was Xia Qing's weapon that couldn't withstand the first blow.

It's unclear what material Chen Nuonuo used to make this halberd; its hardness and toughness are extraordinary.

But when it came to a head-on clash with that bizarre, extraordinary weapon, even with both of them exerting their full strength, they eventually couldn't hold on and gradually began to deform.

Feeling the groans of the halberd, Xia Qing had to be more cautious in using it, and its momentum immediately weakened considerably.

Although Yue Wumu had lost his mind, his instinct for battle became even stronger. Realizing this, his attacks became more and more fierce.

Now it wasn't just the weapons that were showing signs of damage; even the armor was starting to break down.

But it was precisely at this moment.

A surge of powerful vital energy and blood suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The physical and even mental exhaustion from the life-or-death battle was suddenly swept away.

Furthermore, numerous profound insights into the principles of Yin and Yang, and the interplay of strength and gentleness, welled up within me.

It was a moment when the two sides were once again charging into battle.

Almost instinctive.

Xia Qing held the halberd in both hands, moving like a dragon overturning the sea, directly entangling and locking the horse spear.

In the blink of an eye, the two began to struggle against each other.

But the power of the lance, when unleashed, was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; when it tried to withdraw, it was like being trapped in a quagmire.

On the contrary, Xia Qing's halberd moved like a leaf in the wind, retreating when the wind came and entwining when the wind went.

In the extremely subtle push and pull, there are countless changes of moves and struggles between the two.

It sounds like a long story, but it can be told in an instant.

The power of Yue Fei's spear was completely neutralized by the principle of alternating strength and gentleness, and the outcome was already clear.

The white dragon horse and the black dragon steed finally crossed paths completely at this moment.

But the rider on horseback was entangled with Xia Qing's halberd, along with his spear.

Losing his balance and being pulled by an opposing force, he was instantly ripped off the horse.

With nowhere to lean on in mid-air, and his body completely out of control, even Yue Wumu was like a kite tethered to a halberd.

Fearing that the opponent would abandon his spear, Xia Qing gave him no chance at all, swinging and stirring with his halberd to tightly entangle him with centripetal force.

At the same time, golden light burst forth.

The golden light emanating from the halberd shone brighter than ever before, instantly transforming into a thorn that aimed straight for the chin.

But Yue Fei, who had lost his mind, was even more decisive.

He seized the opportunity of that sudden change of move, twisted his arm, and took the initiative to meet the halberd's handle.

puff!

An arm, along with the lance, was thrown out.

But the person who should have been entangled and stabbed to death was also sent flying.

The white dragon horse had already reacted by now, turning its head back and neighing loudly as it chased after Yue Wumu, its back about to meet him as he flew horizontally.

boom!
Xia Qing naturally couldn't let Yue Wumu mount the horse again.

He unleashed his Drunken Fist, slapped the dragon steed hard, and used the momentum to spring into the air, abandoning the chariot and performing a backflip, landing instead on the white dragon horse's head.

One flew backwards due to loss of balance, while the other actively leaped forward; Xia Qing arrived first.

Then, he tapped the top of the head with his toes and leaped up to deliver a spinning kick to Yue Wumu's chest.

boom!
With a direct kick, Yue Wumu, who had been flying horizontally, was immediately sent flying backward in the opposite direction.

puff!
As Xia Qing launched the spinning kick, his offensive did not stop. Instead, he used the force of the spin to swing his halberd around once, using the power of the halberd technique and the skill of the money dart technique.

As the leg struck, the halberd also flew out of the hand, carrying a dazzling golden light and a piercing whistle, like a cannonball shooting out.

While airborne, Yue Wumu, flying backward, had no way to avoid being struck directly by the halberd carrying the golden light of demon-slaying and Xia Qing's full force, and was instantly pierced through. He and the halberd flew more than ten meters before being dragged along by the angle and pinned to the ground.

At this moment, Xia Qing stepped on the horse's head again, leaped forward, smoothly grabbed the halberd, pulled it out, swung it around once, and slashed down.

puff!

Lying on his side, Yue Wumu barely managed to raise his remaining arm to defend himself.

However, it was ultimately no match for the combined power of Xia Qing's strength and the sharpness of the Demon-Slaying Golden Light.

Another arm was violently severed.

Xia Qing sheathed his halberd and thrust again, the blow landing squarely on his neck.

……

"Holy crap! Lu Bu won?"

"Wow, wow, wow, even though... Lu Bu is so handsome?"

"Theoretically, shouldn't we support Marshal Yue? But Lu Bu is just so handsome, what should we do!"

"What's going on? Did Lu Bu and Yue Fei really travel to our world?"

"Even if someone from ancient times traveled here, it wouldn't be this exaggerated, would it? This can't even be called a human anymore!"

The dust settled, and the entire audience erupted in uproar.

But let's return to where Xia Qing is.

That final halberd strike, of course, did not actually take Yue Fei's life; it merely emitted a golden light and stopped at his chin.

—After all, he still had to ask how to keep that white dragon horse.

Howling!
Just then, the white dragon horse arrived. Seeing this scene, it immediately wanted to save its master and charged towards Xia Qing.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Yue Wumu's eyes showed clarity, and he spoke with difficulty, stopping the white dragon horse.

"From now on... this person will be your master."

The hole that pierced his chest, along with the missing parts of his arms, was still surrounded by the golden light of the Demon-Slaying Blade.

The extremely sharp and dualistic power of the demon-slaying force continues its relentless assault.

But his eyes were clearer than ever before, and even his words seemed to flow smoothly.

He showed no signs of impending death; on the contrary, he was full of energy, calm, composed, and composed.

"Marshal Yue, is there anything else you wish to say? If not, then I will send you on your way."

Xia Qing glanced at the white dragon horse that had indeed stopped as instructed, then looked back at Yue Wumu's face and sighed softly.

Such a person, unless he had personally witnessed his out-of-control state and heard that great disaster was imminent, he would truly not have been willing to kill him.

"Is there any wine left?"

Yue Wumu remained calm and slowly sat up.

"Have."

Xia Qing did not sheath his halberd, which remained pressed against the man's neck, ensuring that his strength and the Demon-Slaying Golden Light could kill him with a single burst of power. However, with his other hand, he also took out a jar of stored wine from the Mirror Demon Card.

He lifted the wine jar with one hand, tilted his head back and took a swig, then fed it to Yue Fei, who had lost both arms.

Gudong! Gudong! Gudong!

A full jar of wine was drunk in an instant, without spilling a drop.

"If I may, I have one more request."

After finishing his wine, Yue Wumu hesitated for once, paused slightly, and then spoke.

"Please speak. I dare not make any guarantees, but I will definitely do my best."

Xia Qing nodded.

"I hope you can also send my men on their way."

Yue Wumu lowered his eyes sadly: "I don't want them to one day be unable to control themselves and get their hands on the blood of the people, after all... that was what they swore to protect with their lives."

(End of this chapter)