Chapter 32: Breaking the Formation
Sikong Yu looked at him, looking at him with a beastly eye. But there was no longer the same ferocity in his eyes, but a trace of fear. He asked, "What do you want?"
The man in white was still smiling, smiling more happily, more happily, it was a victor's smile. He smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything, I just want you to die." β
Suddenly, when he was about to finish this sentence, he suddenly found that the blue formation began to become slower and slower, and the intense sky blue began to become lighter and lighter, until it finally disappeared, there was a little blood on the ground, some vomit, and some people had fallen to the ground, but most of them were still standing, just very, very dizzy, and felt like the sky was turning.
The man in white looked surprised, and at the same time, the pupils of his eyes were contracting, and two terrifying rays of light shot out from the pupils, shooting towards Li Chengfeng, if the eyes could kill, Li Chengfeng must be dead now, and there must be no bones left.
He asked, "Why can you crack this formation?" β
Li Chengfeng said: "There is nothing mysterious about your formation, it's just a Tianxuan formation, you just changed the pass that was originally below to the top of the formation, and let the rear cover it up." Each formation has a pass, as long as you can find a pass in a formation, it is not difficult to crack any formation. β
Indeed, any formation has a pass, as long as you find the pass of the formation, it is not difficult to crack any formation. But it is extremely rare to find a pass in a formation.
Until this moment, the man in white finally stopped smiling, there was no expression on his face, but there was a fear in his pupils that could not be concealed. He looked at Li Chengfeng like a helpless man seeing a beast, even more terrifying than seeing these.
He suddenly shouted, "Kill, kill them, leave no one behind!"
Suddenly, the two armies were in a big mess, and the sound of iron weapons clashing echoed in the air. From time to time, the screams of the soldiers could be heard.
The man in white suddenly bent backwards, bent like a bow. Then the body suddenly stepped back, and it was already a strange look.
There wasn't much to retreat, but it was enough, because he had broken free from Sikong Yu's shackles.
The man in white straightened up, and he regained his arrogant and emperor-like aura.
He smiled and said: "You are really terrible, it is no exaggeration to say that you are the most terrible opponent that my Hu Tianfeng has ever met, if you take time, you will definitely be able to become a very powerful character, but unfortunately, you are about to die." β
Hu Tianfeng was smiling, a very friendly smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. Sikong Yu felt a chill rising from behind him, and he couldn't control it. At this moment, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Hu Tianfeng was still laughing, smiling and rushing towards him, at this moment he already had an extra dagger in his hand, a short and sharp dagger.
He's fast, very fast. The distance between him and Sikong Yu was very close, and it was impossible for Sikong Yu to dodge his attack.
I saw him stab the dagger out, with a cold light, and the speed was very fast.
Sikong Yu couldn't dodge, and he didn't have any weapons in his hand, so he could only block it with his bare hands.
His hands condensed the true qi, and he only listened to "dang." A dagger collided with true qi, and this sound was not loud, just a small, crisp sound.
However, apart from Hu Tianfeng and Sikong Yu, there would be no third person who knew how powerful this blow was. Sikong Yu felt a burning sensation in his hands.
Sikong Yu was shocked in his heart because he didn't expect that this person's sword qi could actually penetrate his true qi, but what was even more shocked was Hu Tianfeng because his sword was refined from the northernmost dark iron of the Yibo Empire, this kind of dark iron was extremely sharp, sharpened like clay, only the user had enough strength, even the true qi of the Martial Emperor powerhouse could penetrate it.
But this dagger was blocked by the kid in front of him who was not in the realm of Wuzun.
Sikong Yu frantically urged the true qi in his body, eager to urge all the true qi in his body into the palm of his hand. At this time, Sikong Yu was already sweating profusely.
Hu Tianfeng said: "How long can you hold on." β
At this time, Sikong Yu's face was already covered with sweat, and one eye couldn't be opened because of sweat. But he laughed, although the smile was not very good, it could even be said to be ugly, but he laughed.
Sikong Yu spit out two words from his mouth: "Transform the sword!"
As soon as these two finished speaking, the true qi in his palm suddenly skyrocketed, turning into a sword, a thin and long sword. He leaned forward with the sword in his hand. The speed is so fast, no one can describe the speed of his sword, and there is no language in the world that can describe the speed of his sword.
His sword pierced through Hu Tianfeng's chest and pierced through his back, and the whole action was only a matter of a moment, not even a second.
But this moment was enough, Hu Tianfeng's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe that he would die, as if he didn't believe that he would die in the hands of this kid who was not even a martial artist.
But he just died, just like that, completely dead.
At the same time as Hu Tianfeng fell, Sikong Yu also spat out blood and fell, and the true qi dissipated with his fall.
Since the commander of this army is dead, this army has naturally lost its fighting spirit, and all wars are soon over.
Sikong Yu woke up after a day, and when he woke up, he was no longer sleeping on a wooden bed, he was sleeping on a very soft bed.
The dΓ©cor of this room is not flashy, but the bed is really comfortable.
The first thing Sikong Yu saw when he woke up was Li Chengfeng, and he asked, "How many of us are dead and wounded?"
Li Chengfeng said: "Five dead, twenty-seven injured." β
Sikong Yu asked again, "Are the soldiers all full?"
Li Chengfeng said: "I'm full, I'm very happy, I'm full, I haven't eaten for a long time, it's such a delicious and full meal." β
Sikong Yu was laughing when he heard this, laughing very happily and satisfied, as if he was happier than a hundred taels of gold falling from the sky.
Li Chengfeng said: "You can eat some too, the meal is on the table." β
Sikong Yu walked to the table, the table was still a wooden table, and the chair was still a wooden chair, but neither the table nor the chair had lost paint, and they were all painted with red paint.
There was not only a bowl of white porridge on the table, but a bowl of braised pork, a bowl of green vegetable and egg soup, and a bowl of white crystal clear rice.
Sikong Yu first ate a mouthful of rice, then ate a piece of braised pork, and drank a mouthful of soup, these three things seemed to explode on the tip of his tongue, and these tastes seemed to be in his memory, it was a long, long time ago.
He ate, ate, and wept uncontrollably.
He remembered his old days in the Imperial Palace of the Gad Empire, and he remembered his mother. His mother, Li Ruyi, couldn't do anything in his memory. I don't know much makeup, I can't cook, and I don't even know how to wear complicated clothes. He couldn't imagine how she would live without her father.
But she is very good at making braised pork, her father has to eat the braised pork she makes every day, and sometimes Sikong Yu even wonders if his father will marry her just to eat the braised pork made by his mother.
Although the braised pork that Sikong Yu eats now is not as good as his mother's cooking, it reminds him of his mother and the place he remembers in his memory that is distant, gorgeous, and seems to be real and illusory.