Xuanxia

Chapter 811 No Victory
The stunning sword light that Hua Wuying slashed out with his righteous sword finally slowly died down.

What surprised him even more was that after slashing out with the sword, not only did he not feel his body being drained, but even the previous exhaustion and fatigue seemed to have been swept away!

Of course, the injuries all over his body had not yet recovered, but he felt that he was in much better condition than before.

When the light completely went out, Hua Wuying's pupils suddenly shrank!
The power of this sword was far more terrifying than he had imagined!
Starting from five steps in front of him, a huge ravine spread forward.

This ravine was several feet wide. It split the Xuanmeng Square in half, crushed the gate, cut off the street, and knocked down countless houses, moving forward.

Looking forward from here, it’s at least several hundred steps away!

There is no doubt that if you look down from the sky above Luoyi at this moment, you will see a black sword mark like a dormant dragon.

When Fang Cai Wuying and Fu Qingzhou were fighting, the strong wind blew most of the people away. This ravine did not kill too many people, but many people were swallowed by the sword. Some scattered limbs and bloodstains were also seen on the huge sword mark.

Fu Qingzhou was lying in the center of the sword mark ravine, a dozen steps away.

His body was already broken.

Literally broken.

His chest was cut open, and his limbs had been turned into powder. Under the exposed flesh were broken and crisscrossed bones, and his broken internal organs and blood were all over the ground.

Only the head was still intact, with its three eyes still open.

The pupils of the three eyes were still invisible, and the deep black like the starry sky had also disappeared, leaving only the empty whites of the eyes facing the sky.

"Brother Fu!"

Hua Wuying took a breath and was about to step forward.

At this moment, Jiang Baichuan's deep laughter came from behind him: "It has become like this, he should have died a long time ago."

Hua Wuying turned back suddenly.

Jiang Baichuan coughed up blood and walked out of the ruins with difficulty. He laughed coldly and said, "Wuying, your comprehension is indeed extraordinary. Even I may not be able to wield such a powerful sword. The sword is a killing weapon. This sword is extremely lethal. He will definitely die."

In an instant, Hua Wuying burst into anger!

His eyes were bloodshot and he pointed his sword at Jiang Baichuan!
"You lied to me!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "You lied to me about Fu..."

"Lying to you?" Jiang Baichuan interrupted him with a sneer: "He's already in that state, you don't want to save him? If we don't kill him, everyone will die, can't you see that?"

As he spoke, he started coughing violently again. This time he couldn't even cough up much blood. His whole body curled up in pain, almost falling to his knees on the ground.

The anger on Hua Wuying's face gradually disappeared, and what remained was only deep despair and confusion.

In fact, he knew that at least this time, Jiang Baichuan was right.

He had no other choice just now... The sword technique that Jiang Baichuan recited was his only chance to turn the tables. Without that sword technique, Fu Qingzhou might... No, not maybe, he would definitely kill everyone in Luoyi, and even break out of Luoyi and go somewhere else!

Perhaps there will be no chance until a strong man like Ning Baimei takes action.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Qingzhou whose body was broken.

Did I...really kill him?

At this moment, a muffled groan suddenly came from Jiang Baichuan!
Hua Wuying was so shocked that he looked back, only to see a child's arm covered in blood "growing" out of his chest!
Of course it didn't grow out of nowhere.

At some point, Huijue appeared behind Jiang Baichuan and pierced his body with his hand.

With a puff, Huijue withdrew his hand.

He looked at Jiang Baichuan who fell to the ground, his hands trembling, and looked at Hua Wuying, laughing miserably: "This is absolutely impossible. How could you, how could you... kill the Buddha's son..."

Hua Wuying's expression was equally bleak.

He slowly lowered his sword, his face as gray as earth.

What I want to do is to save people, not kill them.

But now...

"Impossible, impossible, the prophecy cannot be wrong, the Buddha..."

Huijue was still laughing miserably, his eyes fixed in the direction of Fu Qingzhou, but as he laughed, the cry in his laughter gradually died down. On the contrary, his eyes lit up, and a fanatical worship and faith gradually emerged on his face!
Hua Wuying was stunned.

He also felt a wave of heat burning behind him.

He turned his head slowly, with an expression on his face that was hard to tell whether it was shock or joy.

Fu Qingzhou stood up again.

His body was shining with a red light, and the wounds that were enough to kill him were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His torn chest, crushed limbs, broken bones, and even his internal organs that had long been shattered into pieces... all were recovering rapidly as if time was going backwards!
"Buddha's son, Buddha's son will not die!"

Huijue burst into laughter!

Hua Wuying's hands were shaking.

Of course he was very happy that Fu Qingzhou was not dead.

But... who else can stop this monster in front of him who doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and doesn't know good from evil?

Fu Qingzhou stood still, and all the injuries on his body recovered in a few moments. The three eyes were still open, but this time, they had all turned red.

"Wait... that's not right..."

Huijue also reacted at this time, his smile faded, and he said in astonishment: "Buddha's...Buddha's aura is not right..."

"Ah."

After a long time, Fu Qingzhou finally uttered the first syllable.

He slowly raised his head with a playful smile on his face: "Buddha's son?"

Hua Wuying frowned. He could clearly feel that the person in front of him was not his younger brother Fu at all!

So he could only calm himself down, take a deep breath, and raise the sword again.

But before he could do anything, he saw Fu Qingzhou untied the German sword from his waist and looked at it with disdain - in the previous chaos, his bow and his sword had long been lost and no one knew where they were, leaving only the German sword. "Tsk, a bunch of cowardly and greedy guys."

He laughed disdainfully and said, "They reject the truth and the grace and wisdom, but package them as good things and pass them on to future generations."

"Buddha's Son, Daoist Infant, Saint, Ancestral Spirit, Demon Star, Dark Light... They gave it so many names."

Fu Qingzhou raised his head and said boredly: "And these swords are just corpses."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw the German sword far away.

The German sword fell with a clang not far away, losing all its luster, as if it were a dead object.

Hua Wuying raised the sword with difficulty and pointed it at him.

"What on earth are you..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Give Brother Fu back!"

"What am I?" Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "I have saved him countless times and tried every means to help him fulfill his wish, but he is afraid of me and guards against me... But it doesn't matter, I will put aside the past grudges, and now... I will help him fulfill what he wants to do."

Hua Wuying pursed his lips and slowly stepped back: "What's the matter?"

"Save the people from the water and fire."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "People in this world suffer because the heaven is unfair. It created them, gave them seven emotions and six desires, but took away their roots of immortality. This world is full of birth, aging, sickness and death. How can it not be suffering?"

Hua Wuying retreated further and further, and had already retreated to Jiang Baichuan and Huijue.

A look of determination appeared on his face, and he asked in a deep voice, "How are you going to help?"

"It's just killing."

Fu Qingzhou spoke softly, with a look of ethereal compassion on his face: "If they are all dead, then everything will be clean - all spirits will be annihilated, and this diseased heaven will die with them. Then, I will reshape everything."

Hua Wuying's heart skipped a beat.

He tilted his head and looked at the two people on his left and right.

On one side, there is Jiang Baichuan, who is seriously injured and about to die; on the other side, there is Huijue, whose faith is shattered and who is muttering to himself.

"call……"

Hua Wuying exhaled lightly, looked at Fu Qingzhou, still holding the sword, and said seriously: "You can't do it while I am here."

Fu Qingzhou was not annoyed, but smiled gently and said, "That sword strike just now was very powerful, but you couldn't stop me... and your sword is useless."

Hua Wuying frowned: "You try it."

Fu Qingzhou smiled faintly, his figure flashed, and he was in front of Hua Wuying in an instant. With a hint of disdain on his face, he reached out for Yijian and tried to snatch it away.

Hua Wuying frowned and pulled the sword back, but Fu Qingzhou's hand still reached forward to grab the sword.

The next second, Hua Wuying suddenly bit the hilt of the sword in his mouth, and at the same time stretched out his two hands, grabbing Jiang Baichuan and Huijue on the left and right!

"Brother Jian!"

He shouted through his teeth, "Let's go to a deserted place! The East China Sea, the South China Sea, the North Desert Cliff, anywhere! Let's go to a place where we can't come back!"

The righteous sword suddenly burst out with a strong light.

At the same time, Fu Qingzhou's hand also grabbed the sword of the righteous sword.

He clearly felt that there was something wrong with the light on the sword and wanted to pull his hand away, but at this moment he felt a strong sticky force on the sword, which prevented him from getting rid of it immediately.

The light instantly engulfed the four people, and Hua Wuying also showed a look of relief.

No matter where we go, at least... we can delay some time.

But at this moment, the hand he was holding Jiang Baichuan was suddenly turned over.

He looked down in astonishment.

Jiang Baichuan, who had almost lost his breath just now, grabbed him with his backhand with an expressionless face, and then stood up suddenly.

At the moment when the light of the righteous sword was about to completely engulf them, Jiang Baichuan snatched the righteous sword from Hua Wuying's mouth and threw Hua Wuying away!
boom!
Hua Wuying fell heavily into the ruins not far away and was shocked to the point of coughing up blood.

When he raised his head, the light emitted by Yoshimitsu had completely dissipated, and there was no one in that place anymore.

He looked in astonishment at the place where the three people disappeared, with his mouth open, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Brother Hua! Brother Hua?!"

It was a long time before he was awakened by the call.

He subconsciously thought it was Fu Qingzhou calling him, but when he came to his senses, he noticed it was Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao was dressed in tatters and covered in dust, obviously having just crawled out of the ruins.

He stood not far away with a look of surprise on his face, pointing in the direction where the three people had just disappeared: "What happened?"

Hua Wuying wanted to say something, but in the end, all he could do was smile bitterly.

He had no idea what Jiang Baichuan's final move meant.

Save yourself?
But why?
"Forget it, never mind...Brother Hua, stop being in a daze."

At this time, Zhao Hao had already rushed over, his face full of tension: "Quick, let's go--"

As he spoke, he held up a scabbarded sword and shook it.

The sword is a ceremonial sword.

The sheath is the sheath of the king's sword.

"——If we don't run now, my father and the others will recover soon and we won't be able to escape!" Zhao Hao said anxiously.

Hua Wuying took a deep breath, managed to regain some composure, and nodded: "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)