Xuanxia

Chapter 806 Stop them
"Hua Wuying! Wake up! Brother Hua! Brother Hua?!"

Hua Wuying, who fainted due to exhaustion and fatigue, felt someone calling him, and even felt a slight pain on his face.

But he just felt very tired and sleepy, and he didn't have the strength to open his eyes.

Then, he heard the voice continue to say: "Wake up! Fu Qingzhou is crazy again! Why do I say again... Oh, yes, just like the time in Sangmen Village before! Uh... you didn't seem to be there that time? Anyway, wake up quickly, there are only two of us left! Quick! Wake up!"

Hua Wuying was still very tired and sleepy, but these words made him feel a little uneasy.

Brother Fu is crazy?
Sangmen Village...

It seems that I have heard a little bit about...

No, I can’t sleep anymore, I can’t…

Finally, Hua Wuying used up all his strength, barely opened his eyes a crack, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Brother Fu...he...how..."

"You finally woke up!"

The person who woke him up was Zhao Hao.

Seeing Hua Wuying waking up, he was overjoyed and quickly helped him sit up. He reached out and touched several meridian acupoints on his back to regulate his qi and meridians, then took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hua Wuying was too unconscious before, and even if he recovered in that situation, he couldn't help much. Zhao Hao didn't dare to act rashly, so he didn't dare to give him medicine.

just now……

"Long story short."

While Zhao Hao was regulating Hua Wuying's Qi and pulse, he quickly said, "After you fainted..."

He explained the situation in extremely brief words, and during this process, Hua Wuying had already widened his eyes, attracted by the astonishing scene not far ahead.

Fu Qingzhou is killing everyone!

There were countless people in the square, but none of them was his match. They were all beaten back by him. Hua Wuying even saw Jiang Baichuan not far away. This most powerful sword demon in the whole venue had his entire right hand broken at the wrist, and he was lying half-dead in the ruins.

The person who was fighting with Fu Qingzhou was King Xishuo.

The prince was surrounded by a strange white mist and held a scabbard in his hand, but his main purpose was defense, not offense.

The scabbard seemed to be able to absorb and dissolve the terrifying power, so King Xishuo was able to barely stop Fu Qingzhou.

But this scabbard could only save King Xishuo. The terrible power spread in all directions, without distinguishing between friend and foe, and had already killed and injured countless people around. The ground and buildings had also been destroyed.

And my brother Fu Xian...

Hua Wuying's pupils contracted and his face showed worry.

Really, it's too evil.

Fu Qingzhou was surrounded by thick blood energy at this time. Not to mention the terrifying power of him advancing and fighting, using this thick blood energy to bombard King Xishuo, just the blood energy that spread out would make anyone who came into contact with it fall into madness in an instant!
"Anyway, now he's completely crazy."

Zhao Hao lowered his voice and said, "He should be influenced by Huijue..."

As he spoke, he looked at the figure of Huijue who had crawled out of the ruins not far away: "What do you think, if we kill Huijue, can we bring Fu Qingzhou back?"

Hua Wuying also turned his gaze to Huijue.

At this time, Huijue, like Jiang Baichuan, was also buried in the ruins of the council hall and was struggling to crawl out. Although he was still in the shape of a young monk, his face had become extremely old, and his whole body was as thin as an old man on his last legs, not to mention that his body was covered in blood.

Hua Wuying pondered.

Huijue was so excited when he saw Fu Qingzhou, who was full of blood, that he had lost his former calmness and laughed from time to time.

Perhaps when a person is about to die, it is difficult for him to control his emotions.

Or perhaps, Huijue's calmness was just the result of him suppressing his emotions.

"Don't worry about him. He's going to die anyway."

Hua Wuying said in a deep voice: "Moreover, Brother Fu's current condition has nothing to do with him." "Nothing to do with him?" Zhao Hao frowned: "How can it be nothing to do with him?"

"…It's Brother Fu's own problem. Huijue just pushed him." Hua Wuying sighed: "Killing Huijue won't change his current state."

Zhao Hao asked suspiciously: "How do you know?"

"...It was told to me by one of Huijue's disciples." Hua Wuying said softly.

The one he was talking about was Fajian, the monk who was in charge of guarding him when he was imprisoned before.

The reason was very simple—he had shown the "Sword of Light and Shadow" to the young monk.

Before this, Huijue's plans had been repeatedly frustrated and he was no longer valued by the lord's camp. This young monk also fell from being Huijue's confidant to becoming a jailer.

And Jiang Baichuan scolded Fa Jian harshly for "peeking" at the sword manual.

It is almost foreseeable that Fajian will no longer have any development or opportunities in the lord's camp in the future.

So... he could only take a gamble.

I bet that he will help Hua Wuying. Maybe in the future, if Hua Wuying and Fu Qingzhou win, they can help me!
"Then tell me, what should we do now?" Zhao Hao asked through gritted teeth.

Hua Wuying said softly, "Brother Zhao, your father's actions have confused you. I can understand that... but I still hope you can calm down and think seriously. You shouldn't be so helpless."

Zhao Hao was stunned.

But he soon calmed down and said slowly: "You are right. No matter how crazy Fu Qingzhou is now, he took the initiative to ask Huijue for it... Only with this power can he..."

"Only then can you defeat your father."

Hua Wuying took over the conversation and said softly: "Brother Zhao, you don't want to see the prince being killed by Brother Fu."

"Of course." Zhao Hao lowered his eyes and sighed, "He is my father after all."

Hua Wuying remained silent, but tilted his head and looked at Jiang Baichuan who was collapsed in the ruins.

After a brief moment, he lowered his voice and asked, "The prince asked you to find the emperor. Did you find him?"

Zhao Hao shook his head and whispered, "The emperor is very smart. I guess he ran away. Besides, my father always leaves a way out. Now that the situation has become like this, I guess Luoyi government office has been controlled by him, and even the capital..."

"Then, I can only rely on you."

Hua Wuying stretched out his hand and placed it on Zhao Hao's shoulder: "It's up to you to stop the prince."

Zhao Hao was stunned.

Before he could speak, Hua Wuying pursed her lips and smiled: "As for Brother Fu, I will stop him."

Zhao Hao laughed: "Are you kidding? How can we ..."

"Courteous sword, righteous sword."

Hua Wuying said seriously: "The power of the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way is far beyond your and my imagination."

"Do you know why the prince, Lord Yuan, and your master... they are unable to exert any power even though they hold the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way? Because they are not true sword masters at all. They are only able to hold the sword temporarily."

"The senior who gave me the Sword of Righteousness once said something."

"The Eight Swords of the Kingly Way not only suppress the destiny of Dayan, but also the fate of the people of Dayan. Only if you truly care about the people can you make them help you sincerely."

He pressed his five fingers on Zhao Hao's shoulders and exerted a little force, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to consider whether you can do it. You just need to ask yourself... whether you want to do it and whether you are willing to do it."

Zhao Hao's eyes moved slightly.

Just as he was about to speak, a loud Buddhist chanting suddenly came.

"Avalokitesvara, the Buddha of a hundred calamities, has gone through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, has seen that the five aggregates are empty, and has transcended all suffering..."

(End of this chapter)