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Chapter 425 Fight

Horn looked at his chest and abdomen, at the pool of blood, but his face remained expressionless.

He started breathing slightly, but still twirled his spear and pointed the tip at Zhou You.

"No matter what you say, I am ultimately a Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, and all I have ever done in my life is to be loyal to the emperor."

Zhou You tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it tightly around his blood-soaked tiger's mouth, then pointed his sword at the tiger's mouth as well.

Then, he said coldly.

"Even if your Empress Dowager makes this world miserable, turns this place into a wasteland, and even plans to drag the entire Han land into the abyss, is it still the same?"

Horn's answer was not inflammatory, but it was resounding.

"Exactly."

Zhou You curled the corners of his mouth and sneered.

"That's why I said you're ultimately inferior to Yue Fei. Blind loyalty is divided into three levels: superior, middle, and inferior. In the end, it's nothing more than self-satisfaction."

This time, Horn offered no explanation, but simply took a deep breath and drew his gun!
Unlike the powerful and heavy attack just now, this time, like Zhou You's, it turned into a light and swift flick—

Just as the spear tip was thrusting towards him, Wan Ren also slashed out at the same time, his sword blade slicing across Huo En's left wrist—but the opponent quickly flipped his wrist, the spear shaft spinning to deflect the sword's edge, and a cold glint flashed up as if it were alive, like a poisonous dragon devouring Zhou You's throat!

What a fast gun!

Zhou You paused, then turned his head to dodge, but the spear still tore off half of his hair—like everyone else in this era, this body still had a braid—his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, but Wan Ren suddenly changed direction, his blade piercing through half of the spear tassel and slashing towards Horn's palate!

If he were to be struck by that blow, Horn would likely be decapitated, so he could only step back and lean back to avoid it.

Otherwise.

Zhou You's sword style has always been unforgiving, even when he is in the right.

If you retreat one step, you will inevitably retreat every step of the way.

Duan Xie had already drawn a double image, leaving Horn with no choice but to parry—but Zhou You felt more and more uneasy.

Even if a martial artist whose skills have reached their peak has just escaped from the chaos of war and is now exhausted and injured, he is by no means easy to deal with.

And besides...

He and Yu Sanzhi fought to the death, even sacrificing the last remaining hidden chess piece among all sorts of people, just for this one-on-one duel.
Who believes it!
Driven by this growing unease, Zhou You finally cornered Horn, the tip of his sword passing two inches past the spearhead, the blade grazing his arm and slashing into his wide-open left arm.

However, at that moment, Horn suddenly grinned.

Then, his muscles suddenly tightened, and he actually managed to lock the sword's edge with his battered and broken body!
"Speaking of which, I once heard Yu Sanzhi recount their story. You used chaos as a pretext to set a trap, and ultimately wiped out the enemy with minimal effort—in terms of survival in dire straits, this is indeed a good method."

"I am not very talented, but I also intend to try my hand at imitating the tiger and imitating the cat. For example, I will keep you, the chosen one, in this other world forever."

It was only at this point that Zhou You realized this.

Horn's bleeding seems a bit too much.

The blood sprayed onto the ground, but left no trace, as if it had been swallowed up and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Just like Yu Sanzhi just now, this guy is also sacrificing himself!

However, it was too late to realize this.

Or rather, even if he knew all along, it would have been too late to stop it.

The moment Horn finished speaking, the blood moon in the sky reversed instantly, and the previously empty space suddenly became dark. Countless hands, faces, and limbs emerged from it, followed by countless frantic roars!

Zhou You had seen this scenery before.

This is the abyss beneath the path to the underworld, the place of no return for those who cannot find liberation!

Now, the meaning of everything is clear.

"Are you trying to drag me down with you? Don't forget, if you fall here, you'll only be condemned to eternal damnation!"

Horn laughed.

"I find it sweet!"

Without further ado, Zhou You unleashed a burst of murderous intent from his sword, blasting half of Horn's body into a bloody mess before immediately retreating.

Otherwise.

Horn seemed to feel no pain, still wearing that fanatical smile, wielding the gun with one hand, the barrel suddenly springing up, forcefully blocking Zhou You's steps.

This is a life-or-death struggle!

Zhou You had no choice but to unleash a powerful strike, its cold light tinged with bloodlust, which he managed to deflect the spear. However, Horn did not dodge but instead advanced, using a move called "Pulling Grass to Find the Snake" to force Zhou You to move aside as well.

In that short time, the figures that had infiltrated began to crawl out.

Ever since.

Suddenly.

A thin hand gripped Zhou You's leg, its strength not great, yet it was chillingly cold.

Looking down, I saw only a gloating face.

After decades, centuries, or even millennia of relentless torment, these spirits have long since lost their reason.

All they want now is one thing.

That would mean dragging more people down with them, causing more people to suffer the same fate as them!

Zhou You felt no empathy for such a thing; with a sweep of his sword, the frail body was severed in two.

Otherwise.

In those few short seconds, even more things crawled out from around them.

Quantity is meaningless in this situation; all that is known is that these things will soon fill the space and then completely drown everything.

But Zhou You wasn't too flustered.

If he were alone, it wouldn't be so bad, but now he's truly in dire straits, but...
—Unlike before, this time I have teammates!
Just as the waves of this body were becoming increasingly turbulent, a tiny hole was suddenly pierced in the sky above the blood moon.

The hole wasn't big, barely big enough for a mouse to pass through, but anxious voices could still be heard coming from inside.

"Holy crap, this shell is fucking hard. It took me ages to finally crack it open—but why can't I get in? Hey apprentice, are you even alive?!"

—It was Old Man Li's voice.

Zhou You rolled his eyes and responded with a laugh and a curse.

"Damn it, even if you die, I won't!"

"Judging from his strong voice, he should still be quite lively."

Then, another voice came.

This time it was Xiao Dushui who spoke.

"Master, no, I mean Fellow Daoist Zhou, please hold on. Give me another half a cup of tea's time, and I will be able to break through this Dharma Realm and rescue you!"

Half a cup of tea?
This period of time is not very long.

It's not short, though.

Zhou You looked toward Horn.

The surrounding spirits continued to pour in, but for some reason, most of them avoided the other's small space.

The weakened Horn also looked around.

There were no words, but the meaning was clear.

—If you want to get out, then kill me first!

Zhou You pursed his lips, and then...

Suddenly, the evil spirits were unleashed!
This was the first time he had been completely liberated since he entered the world of this script.

A murderous aura surged skyward, instantly crushing all the surrounding bodies into dust.

Then, Zhou You strode out.

Horn, on the other hand, countered with a gun.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Ren transformed into a streak of light, and the spear shaft sprang up as if alive. In just a few breaths, the two sides had already exchanged blows several times. Under the blood moon, only the sound of clashing steel could be heard.

Honestly, Horn was already at his limit.

He was already seriously injured in the chaos of battle, and after traveling all this way, he didn't even have time to recuperate. He had just sacrificed a large amount of blood, so it was already quite remarkable that he could still stand.

However, his face grew increasingly flushed, almost as if it were congested with blood, revealing nothing but utter madness.

This is not right.

Very wrong.

Zhou You frowned and suddenly spoke during a break in the fight.

"You took medication?"

Horn laughed wildly.

"That's right, it's something the Empress Dowager bestowed upon me before she passed away. Although I've never liked opium, it's quite effective when mixed with some other ingredients and refined into a human pill."

Zhou You stopped talking and turned to the side, taking the right path with his sword.

A pair of claws that were about to touch his arm were immediately severed, but then more things followed—within a few minutes, the space was almost half filled by these bodies.

Now, all around me are those malicious faces.

However, at that moment, Zhou You uttered a word.

"Om!"

It was that death curse chant!
After all, it was just something obtained from the beginner's script, and it was no longer of much use at this point. Even for those small, insignificant souls, the words could only be controlled for less than a breath.

In that fleeting moment, Zhou You had already stealthily closed in, and this time, the distance between him and Horn was less than half a zhang.

Both sides knew that this was their last encounter.

This time, life and death will be decided.

Horn used his last bit of strength to brace himself, while Zhou You lightly touched the ground with his toes, stepping on the skull of the body, and soared into the air—

Then, spears and swords clashed.

Time seemed to stand still in that instant.

Zhou You's right arm suddenly burst open, revealing a deep, bone-exposing gash of flesh, while Horn...
He gave a regretful smile, raised his head as if to cover his throat, but the gushing blood rendered all his movements futile. In the end, the blood and foam flooded his trachea, turning into a strange 'heh heh' sound.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided.

but
Zhou You looked up.

The endless shells are about to engulf this place.

It seems we're now in a hopeless situation?

At that very moment, above the blood moon, the hole was finally carved out to the size of a person.

Immediately, Xiao Dushui's voice came from outside.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, this space can't hold up any longer, you need to come quickly!"

past?

Wait, I can't fly!

However, Xiao Dushui was aware of this situation and immediately spoke up.

"Fellow Daoist, just come over here, I'll come and get you!"

Okay, I'll trust you this once.

Zhou You casually wrapped the wound on his shoulder, then suddenly took a deep breath.

As it was expelled, the blood demon suddenly erupted!
At the same time, a path leading to the exit was also cleared out!
One step, two steps, three steps.

Soon, stepping turned into running, and running turned into sprinting.

The brief gap was quickly filled with more bodies, countless hands reaching out to him, countless hands trying to pull him into this bottomless abyss.

However, they were all cut down by Wan Ren.

At the very end of the road, a flash of silver light suddenly pierced down.

That was Xiao Dushui's magic sword.

Although there were no words, Zhou You already understood the meaning.

He stepped onto the sword in mid-air and then leaped into the air—

Of course, even though he possessed the skill of lightness, this distance was still not enough—but in mid-air, the sword suddenly turned back and then became a step, once again supporting Zhou You's body.

Then, he jumped again.

This is a complete blunder, and it's even more dangerous than any acrobatics—if Xiao Dushui or Zhou You make the slightest mistake, someone will immediately face utter ruin.

Fortunately, although this was their first meeting, for some reason, they cooperated quite well. In just a few dozen leaps and bounds, Zhou You actually managed to get close to the rift in the sky.

Just as they were about to escape, at that moment, when Zhou You stepped onto the sword again.

Suddenly, the magic sword tilted slightly.

This doesn't mean Xiao Dushui made a mistake, but rather that a pebble that suddenly flew by hit him and caused him to miss slightly.

Looking down, he saw that Horn, who had already cooled down, had actually struggled to sit up again. Under Zhou You's gaze, he slowly lowered his arm with a smug smile.

You're still alive? You're fucking tough!

Zhou You was already regretting not slashing him a few more times—but regret was useless. Although he was only half an inch off, it was enough to make him lose his balance and fall downwards.

But right now.

Right now.

Suddenly, a white arm emerged from the cave entrance.

Then, half of her body peeked in.

"Senior brother, grab me!"

Cold Dew?

How could she enter this realm of Dharma with her physical body?
But Zhou You didn't have time to think it through; instead, he gripped that hand tightly.

Then, with a sudden burst of strength, Hanlu managed to pull his body firmly in place.

"Senior brother, wait a moment, I'll pull you out right away!"

Accompanied by this anxious voice, Zhou You's body suddenly rose upwards.

However, just as he was about to leave this perilous place, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something.

Having lost his target, the body had already swarmed toward Horn—but just as they were about to engulf his body, suddenly another pair of hands reached out from the void.

Unlike Hanlu, these hands were withered like rotten wood, looking as if they would break at the slightest touch.

However, Zhou You still sensed something from it.

—That was an endless stream of malice and an endless stream of madness.

It was as if he had seen it from some 'cage' before.

Before he could think it through, the hand had already dragged Horn's body into the void, while at the same time, Zhou You was also forcefully pulled out by Han Lu.

The next moment, the space suddenly contracted and then closed.

Only a faint, indistinct voice remained, indistinguishable between male and female.

"I"

"This time."

"finally."

"Got you."

(End of this chapter)