Tang Dynasty Bandits

Chapter 74: Heavenly Dream
The distant mountains are dim and shrouded in dense fog.

Wang Xianzhi saw some shadowy black spots on the hillside of a high peak.

His eyesight was far better than others, but he couldn't help but blink his eyelids to make sure that this was not an illusion caused by the severe pain of the injury.

Those people were indeed carrying the flag of Huang Chao's army.

Still here.

Thinking of this, Wang Xianzhi couldn't help but feel quite relieved.

Even if the entire army rushed over, it would be too late for Huang Chao. However, if an elite force was sent to double the speed and advance simultaneously, a portion of Wang Xianzhi's troops could be successfully rescued.

Wang Xianzhi guessed that the one leading this army must be the young man who broke the plan of Xue Shuai Qi Kerang.

In this way, Wang Xianzhi's desperate battle to tie down Marshal Yan's elite troops became valuable.

This freed Wang Xianzhi from all worries.

As blood oozed from the wounds on his body, staining his clothes red, the government troops were surprised to find that Wang Xianzhi's speed had become even faster.

Such rapid movement is completely beyond the imagination of normal people.

The corpse king Ying Gou let out a terrifying roar and spewed out a dark green mist from his mouth, but it was wiped out without a trace by Wang Xianzhi's sleeve.

The iron spear that Ying Gou had used before had been broken by Wang Xianzhi and replaced with a three-pointed, double-edged sword that was two meters long.

Suddenly, Wang Xianzhi's palm burst into a brilliant white light, and the whole hand became crystal clear, like crystal, and the bones and dark red blood could be seen flowing.

As the brilliant light burst forth, the fine steel blade of the three-pointed, double-edged sword suddenly shattered into powder like wheat crushed by a millstone, and then fluttered away in the long wind.

Wang Xianzhi's immense force continued to transfer upwards along the bare blade, and then he saw the two-meter-long blade split like a bamboo into strips of bamboo, exploding in all directions, and scattered wood fibers floated in the air with the wind.

Even though he had become a walking corpse, under the impact of such terrible force, Ying Gou seemed to have regained his sense of pain in life. When the huge force was transmitted, he let out an extremely shrill roar.

But its body had swelled up as if it were inflated. Its body, which was already more than ten feet tall, looked even bigger and more swollen.

With a loud bang, the fishy juice fell like heavy rain, and the soldiers whose skin was splashed with it screamed. It was obvious that the juice could burn the human body.

Ying Gou was blown apart by Wang Xianzhi's all-out attack with the Shocking Immortal Finger, turning into rotten flesh fragments flying all over the sky.

Wang Xianzhi swept his sleeves angrily, sweeping away a pair of black iron whips and smashing Yuchi Yifeng's head.

Killing people is like cutting grass, which is just a description for other powerful generals.

But for the invincible Wang Xianzhi, this is absolutely the truth.

Even if there are many powerful masters among the opponents!

Even Zhen Ranyu, the commander-in-chief of an army, had a hint of shock in his eyes.

Wang Xianzhi's fighting power, like a trapped beast, far exceeded the limits of human strength.

The only desperate situation in his life that forced Wang Xianzhi to such an extraordinary state.

If he could enter this state at will, Wang Xianzhi would be able to single-handedly kill any powerful person in the world, including the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

"It turns out the historian wasn't lying. 'Ten Thousand Enemies' really do exist in this world."

Looking at the blood gushing out of Wang Xianzhi's body and his still calm and relaxed expression, Lei Yinfu was completely shocked.

He did not go up to meet Wang Xianzhi's attack with all his strength, but tried to avoid contact with Wang Xianzhi as much as possible.

This was tacitly approved by Marshal Yan. The Four Great Tang Marshals possessed extraordinary military prowess, so they were actually very kind to their personal guards. Zhen Ranyu also did not want any of his "Five Heavenly Swords" to die in this battle.

Taking advantage of the delicate moment after Wang Xianzhi had killed Ying Gou and Yuchi Yifeng in succession, the bone staff, filled with a ghostly aura, hit Wang Xianzhi's shoulder again, causing him to stagger.

Flame Commander and Zang Governor had been allies for many years, fighting side by side and possessing a perfect rapport. The Blazing Sky-Burning Blade whistled gracefully, swirling a blazing sky of flames as it charged directly at Wang Xianzhi.

There are two ways to rotate this magical weapon. One is to hold the middle section, similar to the "Pan Liu" technique. The other is to directly hold the horizontal axis in the middle and spin it in your hand like a wheel spike, turning it into a huge windmill of flesh and blood.

Of course, only a formidable warrior like Yan Shuai could possess such combat prowess. Any ordinary general would likely be chopped to pieces if they weren't careful. The flaming blade swirled endlessly, tangling Wang Xianzhi's sleeve and then wrapping around his left arm like a thorn in his flesh.

Pieces of flesh and broken bones were thrown out in the fierce collision, and many drops of blood were directly roasted into charcoal by the high temperature.

Thunderous cheers broke out among the government troops.

They paid the price of countless casualties before Marshal Yan cut off one of Wang Xianzhi's left arm.

But the battle was finally coming to an end. Wang Xianzhi, who had lost an arm, had lost half of his attack ability.

Several spears pierced through Wang Xianzhi's back and exited from his chest.

Taking advantage of the fact that Wang Xianzhi was seriously injured, the fearless elite soldiers finally found an opportunity to attack him like a swarm of bees.

Although a large part of them were immediately hit in the head by Wang Xianzhi's right sleeve, who was roaring in pain.

But the invincible master who was so powerful that he could dominate the world finally slowed down.

He had lost too much blood and his injuries were fatal.

Rather, the fact that he could still fight until now was beyond everyone's imagination.

How could there be such a monster in the world?

There was a mixture of hatred and awe in the eyes of the government soldiers, and it was difficult to describe the emotions.

In the battle of Qizhou, more than 800 people died at the hands of Wang Xianzhi, which is quite close to the thousand-man slaughter in the last battle of the King of Western Chu in "Records of the Grand Historian: The Biography of Xiang Yu".

Although Wang Xianzhi is dead, he is an indelible legend in the martial arts world!
At this moment, Wang Xianzhi finally felt his body getting cold.

His vision began to blur.

However, the cold feeling suddenly turned into a dreamlike warmth.

Let him no longer have any fear of death.

The light and colors that filled the sky finally made him believe in the existence of heaven.

He saw many figures that he had never seen before and only vaguely knew what they looked like.

The one carrying the white-feathered arrows must be the founder, Wang Bodang, right? His limbs were intact, and he was happily adjusting his bow and arrow, completely unconcerned with the "hidden secrets" of launching attacks through his sleeves.

Shan Xiongxin, with his hair a little fiery red, generously recounted his stories of chivalry and righteousness, while the yellow-faced Qin Shubao sat calmly on the side with his sleeves rolled up.

Xu Shiji got a Taoist robe from somewhere and put on a Taoist hat with an ox nose. He lamented that when he was young, he would draw his sword and kill people if he disagreed with something. In the future, he would practice Taoism and refine his mind, and use military force to save people from death.

The hot-tempered Luo Shixin rolled up his sleeves and clamored to kill someone's entire family. The kind-hearted Wei Zheng tried to persuade Luo Shixin to care for the people.

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands vigorously, wondering how lucky he was as the enemy only pierced the skin on his hands.

Pei Xingyan, suspecting Cheng Yaojin of cheating at gambling, suddenly grabbed him by the collar and tried to beat him up. But everyone was happy because Pei Xingyan was never like his rigid father who talked about the Hedong Pei family all the time, and he always got along well with these Jianghu brothers in a literal sense.

Liu Heita, who was still a little immature, stood beside King Wei Li Mi with a solemn expression, ready to draw his sword and stab anyone who was an enemy of the King of Wei at any time.

The King of Wei watched all this with a smile. He was dressed simply, but his eyes held a natural benevolence and compassion. Wagang was a dynasty, but it was also a family. There were no formalities here. Regardless of whether one came from aristocratic or humble background, rich or poor, everyone was as close as brothers.

Just as the King of Wei once said, "In ancient times, Fuxi cultivated the land and Nuwa wove cloth. There was no such thing as aristocratic families or noble clans."

The two hundred years of inheritance of the Zhenyi League was nothing more than a dream on the Wagang Mountain that has now disappeared.

But at this moment, Wang Xianzhi would rather believe that everything could not be more real.

In that world, did the King of Wei really establish such a heavenly kingdom? He wanted to teach not only himself and his brothers, but also the common people, not to despise or bully others based on their social status or wealth, but to love and respect each other.

And can I, an unworthy descendant, be accepted into their feast?
Wang Xianzhi knew that he had to at least do the last thing he should do in this world before he could leave with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)