Chapter 254 Huang Tianhua

As the morning light breaks, the sky turns a gentle blue-purple. A ray of golden light quietly peeks out from the horizon, spreading the first ray of warmth to the sleeping Sishui Pass.

The pass is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is majestic and magnificent. In the morning light, the ancient city wall seems to be coated with a thin layer of gold foil, appearing both solemn and mysterious.

On the city wall, flags fluttered, as if telling the vicissitudes and perseverance of thousands of years.

In the distance, there are overlapping mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist, like an elegant ink painting, and nearby, the Sishui River flows slowly, and the river water sparkles silver in the morning light, adding a bit of agility and vitality to this ancient pass.

In front of Sishui Pass, on an open plain, the morning mist gradually dissipated, revealing the Xiqi army ready to go.

The Xiqi army is strong and powerful, and its momentum is as high as a rainbow.

The armor shone with a cold light in the sun, spears were like a forest, swords and guns were densely distributed, flags were fluttering, and each flag represented a tribe or a small prince in the west, gathering together into an unstoppable force.

The war horses neighed and their iron hooves stomped the ground, making a deafening sound, as if it was the heartbeat of the earth, foreshadowing the upcoming decisive battle.

The generals, wearing heavy armor and with firm eyes, stood in front of the formation. Some of them held long swords, while others held long spears. Their gazes pierced through the layers of soldiers and pointed directly at Sishui Pass. It was a belief in victory and a desire for victory.

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their faces solemn. Although they said nothing, their determination and courage were clearly revealed in their firm eyes.

As a loud horn sounded across the sky, the Xiqi army slowly moved forward in unison, like an irresistible torrent, approaching Sishui Pass.

Under the morning light, the upcoming battle is not only a test of military strength, but also a contest of wisdom and courage. The wheel of history slowly turns at this moment, heralding the beginning of a new era.

The commander of Sishui Pass was a burly and resolute general named Han Rong.

He stood on the top of Sishui Pass, wearing silver armor with intricate totems carved on it, shining brightly in the sun. He held a spear in his hand, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, revealing a sharpness that should not be underestimated.

Standing on the tower, Han Rong stared at the Xiqi army in the distance and said in a deep voice: "Xiqi has strong soldiers and horses, a strict formation, and advances and retreats in an orderly manner. It doesn't look that easy to deal with.

Generals, what do you think? "

Behind Han Rong stood two heroic young generals, who were his two sons - Han Bian and Han Sheng.

Not only do they have superb martial arts skills, they were also favored by an extraordinary person when they were young and were taught a magical weapon, the Wanren Chariot. They have an incomparable pride in their hearts.

Facing the pressure from the Xiqi army, there was no fear in their eyes. Instead, they were eager to try.

"Father, we only need to hold the strategic locations. No matter how many soldiers from Xiqi there are, their efforts will be in vain."

Han Bian's voice was firm, and his brows revealed an unquestionable confidence.

Han Sheng followed closely behind, his voice a little cold: "If they dare to attack the city, let them see the power of the Ten Thousand Blade Chariot and see how arrogant they are!"

However, the brothers' words made Han Rong shake his head. His weather-beaten face was filled with the vicissitudes and depth of life.

He knew very well that the Xiqi army was no ordinary force. They obeyed orders and had strict discipline. Every soldier was carefully selected elite with strong combat effectiveness and iron will.

Such an opponent cannot be easily shaken.

Han Bian and Han Sheng were puzzled when they saw this. They thought their father was intimidated by the number of enemies and felt anxious.

They grew up in military camps and were taught that as military generals employed by their sovereign, they should share their sovereign's worries and stand up for the interests of their country and their families.

"Father, you are a role model for our generation. How can you retreat because of a temporary difficulty?" Han Bian's voice was full of admiration and expectation for his father. "As military commanders, we should move forward bravely and be loyal to our country. How can we be afraid of a strong enemy?"

Han Sheng followed closely behind, his voice full of excitement: "Father, you always said that military commanders should put their country first. Now is the time for us to serve our country. Please cheer up and lead us to resist the strong enemy together!"

The words of the two were like a gentle spring breeze, gradually moistening Han Rong's heart which had become a little hardened by the years.

As he looked at his two brave and fearless sons, he felt an indescribable sense of shame and emotion.

That's it, that's it.

So, Han Rong took a deep breath and looked at a young general beside him who was watching the enemy camp and seemed unaware of everything around him.

"General Yu Hua, what do you think?"

This young general, who was only over 30 years old, had already shown extraordinary bravery. He was tall and straight, like a pine tree, with a look of determination and courage. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

This man was called Yu Hua. He was a master of martial arts and agile. Whenever the drums of war thundered, he could rush down the mountain like a tiger, unstoppable. On the battlefield, he held a spear and swept through thousands of troops, invincible and frightening the enemy.

In addition to his martial arts proficiency, he is also proficient in various strange techniques, and can call the wind and rain, and turn beans into soldiers. In times of crisis, he can always rely on these magical powers to turn danger into safety and win the final victory.

Because of his great powers, he once rushed into the enemy camp single-handedly and took the heads of seven enemy generals. After that, he was given a nickname - the Seven-Headed General.

Han Rong has always regarded General Yu Hua as his right-hand man and his most capable assistant. Whenever he encounters a war, he will seek his advice.

Yu Hua smiled and said, "General Han, don't let the Xiqi army disturb your mind. It is true that they are like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable, and the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect is hidden behind the scenes, like a bright light in the dark night, guiding them and adding endless strength. But please rest assured, General, we are not fighting alone!"

He smiled slightly, his mysterious expression evident in his words: "Last night, when the moon was dark and the wind was strong, my master came quietly. He is aloof and doesn't like noise, so he didn't reveal his true appearance. But my master told me that besides him, there will be more helpers soon."

When Han Rong heard this, the worry on his brows was instantly replaced by an indescribable joy. He asked anxiously, "General Yu, who is your master and how could he have such magical powers?"

Yu Hua smiled proudly, his voice full of pride: "My master is the famous Hunyuan Yiqi Immortal Yu Yuan in Jiejiao. He is a disciple of Jinling Shengmu. He has boundless magical powers and great supernatural powers, just like a dragon in the sky. When he is angry, the wind and clouds change color and all things bow down. With our master here, why should we fear Xiqi?"

After hearing this, Han Rong felt relieved and a bright smile appeared on his face, as if a long drought had finally brought him rain. His joy was beyond words: "General Yu, with the help of you and your disciple, I, Han Rong, will not have to worry about not winning the war. God is really helping me! I, Han Rong, will remember this kindness in my heart and will never forget it for the rest of my life!"

Below, war drums thundered, and the voices of invitations to fight surged like a tide. Everyone looked up and saw a young general, full of vigor, riding on the legendary ancient beast, the Jade Unicorn, slowly approaching. The Jade Unicorn exuded a warm jade-like luster, and its four hooves stepped lightly, as if every step contained endless power. The young general held the plum blossom eight-edged hammer in both hands. The hammer was carved with complex patterns, flashing with cold light, revealing an extraordinary aura.

He came to the city and shouted loudly, his voice clear and firm, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger. Han Bian and Han Sheng, the two brothers, were so excited that they volunteered to fight, their eyes flashing with fighting spirit and determination. However, Han Rong was hesitant, and Yu Hua shook his head and said solemnly: "That young general is no small matter, I'm afraid I have to do it myself."

Han Bian and Han Sheng were dissatisfied when they heard this. They pouted and said, "Look at his appearance. Although he is tall and handsome, he is younger than us. How can he be so capable? Is he just bluffing?"

Han Rong saw this and thought to himself. He knew that the two brothers were strong-willed and unwilling to admit defeat, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, since you are so determined, then go to battle. However, Yu Hua, you have to support them and ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Yu Hua heard this and nodded with a firm look. He knew that this battle was no small matter, but since Han Rong had made the decision, he could only go all out to ensure the safety of the two brothers.

So, the brothers Han Bian and Han Sheng, full of passion and fighting spirit, rode out to meet the young general, while Yu Hua followed closely behind, with a sharp gaze, always ready to deal with any possible crisis.

Han Bian, wearing silver armor and with a sharp gaze, stood under the city wall. He looked at the young general riding on the back of the Jade Unicorn and said angrily, "I am the descendant of a loyal minister of the Shang Dynasty, Han Bian! You, the traitors of Xiqi, actually dared to raise an army to rebel. You are truly treasonous and have failed the grace of my king!"

Just as he finished speaking, a crisp laugh came from the opposite side. There was contempt and a bit of unruliness in that laugh.

The young general rode on the ancient mythical beast Jade Qilin, holding a plum blossom hammer, and slowly stepped forward. He had a handsome face, a transcendent temperament between his eyebrows, and a firm belief in the future in his eyes.

"General Han, you are wrong," the young general said, his voice clear but powerful, "King Zhou of Shang was unjust and tyrannical to the people. The luck of the Shang Dynasty has long been exhausted. Now the phoenix is ​​singing in Mount Qishan, which indicates that the Zhou Dynasty will rise. This is the will of heaven and cannot be stopped by human power."

Han Sheng, who was standing beside Han Bian, was furious when he heard this. His cheeks flushed with anger. He tightly grasped his spear, pointed it at the young general, and shouted, "Don't be so arrogant, you brat! Tell me your name. I, Han Sheng, will not kill an unknown ghost with my spear!"

The young general smiled and said in a clear voice: "I am Huang Tianhua, a disciple of the Master of the Chan Sect, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. I am here today under the order of my master to go down the mountain and serve as the vanguard of Xiqi, with the aim of saving the people from the water and fire.

Generals, I advise you to surrender quickly to avoid innocent sacrifices and unnecessary sadness. "

Han Bian and Han Sheng were immediately furious when they heard this, as if their most sensitive nerves were touched.

They looked at each other and understood each other without saying much. They spurred their horses forward at the same time, like two lightning bolts streaking through the sky, heading straight for Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua's expression remained calm upon seeing this, but a barely perceptible trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

He raised the pair of heavy plum blossom hammers in his hands. Each strike contained terrifying divine power, and he easily blocked the fierce attacks of Han Bian and Han Sheng.

The battle instantly became fierce, with dust flying and the sounds of horse hooves and weapons clashing intertwined.

Although Han Bian and Han Sheng are young, they are both excellent in martial arts. Each of their attacks is powerful and they intend to defeat the young opponent in one fell swoop.

However, Huang Tianhua was like a mountain. Although he did not fight back, he held up two sledgehammers to protect himself firmly, allowing the opponent to attack without being hurt at all.

Han Bian and Han Sheng realized something was wrong, but they could only grit their teeth and attack.

At this time, Huang Tianhua suddenly exerted force, and his two hammers smashed towards Han Bian and Han Sheng like two small mountains, forcing the two to quickly raise their weapons to resist.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two loud bangs.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze and time seemed to stand still.

Huang Tianhua's two hammers drew a perfect arc in the air, and then fell heavily on the weapons of the two generals.

Without any obstruction, Han Bian and Han Sheng were directly blown away by this huge force, and fell heavily to the ground, with dust flying everywhere. The scene was shocking.

However, Huang Tianhua did not take the opportunity to pursue, but put away his hammer and stood up, looking at the two opponents lying on the ground with complicated eyes.

This war was not what he wanted, but for the sake of his master's orders and the well-being of all people in the world, he had to stand up and use his own power to end it all.

Han Bian and Han Sheng struggled to get up, their eyes showing both unwillingness and awe of Huang Tianhua's strength.

They knew very well that they had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, but they did not admit defeat and surrender. Instead, they supported each other and stood up again.

Huang Tianhua saw this and slowly said, "I deeply admire the loyalty and courage of the two generals, but please think twice. King Zhou of Shang was unjust and the people suffered terribly. The rise of the Zhou Dynasty was in accordance with the will of heaven and saved the people from disaster.

Why don't you two follow the will of heaven, work together for the greater good, and seek the well-being of the people of the world?"

Han Sheng was furious when he heard this: "How dare you, a traitor, talk nonsense? Eat my Wanren Chariot!"

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Han Bian, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

The next moment, the two brothers joined forces to sacrifice an astonishing treasure - the Ten Thousand Blade Chariot.

This Wanren Chariot was like a giant wheel of death, with extremely sharp blades all over its body, flashing with cold light. Its diameter was as big as three feet, like a roaring beast, ready to go. With a deafening roar, the Wanren Chariot pounced towards Huang Tianhua at lightning speed.

Huang Tianhua was, after all, a disciple of the Chan sect's Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. Faced with this scene, he remained calm and steady as a rock.

He put away the Jade Unicorn and clenched two hammers in his hands. The hammers were so heavy that they seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth.

Seeing the Ten Thousand Blade Chariot approaching, he swung his two hammers violently, creating a gust of wind that collided with the whistling blades, making a deafening sound of metal clashing.

However, the power of the Wanren Chariot is far more than that.

I saw blades coming from all directions like dense rain, each blade flashing with the light of death, as if to devour all living things.

When Huang Tianhua saw this scene, he was not surprised but happy. He knew very well that this was a life-and-death battle and there was no room for negligence.

Then, he flashed and moved lightly between the blades like a dragon playing in the water. Every dodge was just right, as if he was brushing past death.

Those sharp blades missed their target as Huang Tianhua dodged, but they fell unwillingly on the ground, cutting deep grooves. Rocks shattered and flew under the ravages of the blades, as if the entire earth was shaking.

Facing the chariot of thousands of blades that was surging like a tide, Huang Tianhua's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed tightly on the rapidly spinning wheel of death, but his heart was peaceful, as if he was isolated from the world.

When the Wanren Chariot rushed towards Huang Tianhua with an arrogant attitude, he did not choose to confront it head-on, but cleverly used his body skills, floating up lightly like catkins in the wind.

His body drew a graceful arc in the air, cleverly avoiding the first attack of the Wanren Chariot.

Then, Huang Tianhua clenched the two hammers in his hands. The hammers seemed to have life in his hands, dancing according to his will.

He seized the opportunity and swung his hammers violently, hitting the edge of the Wanren Chariot accurately with a sound of breaking through the air, trying to slow down its speed.

However, the Wanren Chariot was like an enraged beast, and its blades shot out even more crazily.

Faced with the overwhelming blades, Huang Tianhua did not panic.

His body was as fast as lightning, and every dodge was just right, as if he was dancing with the blade. He used his keen perception of the rhythm of the battlefield and his extraordinary reaction speed to constantly shuttle between the gaps of the blade, and he was able to escape danger every time.

At the same time, Huang Tianhua was also looking for opportunities to counterattack.

He spotted a flaw in the Wanren Chariot and leaped suddenly. His two hammers smashed into the center of the Wanren Chariot like divine thunder from the sky.

There was a loud "bang" and the Wanren Chariot was actually shaken slightly by Huang Tianhua's attack, and the flight trajectory of the blade became messy.

Huang Tianhua took advantage of the situation and pursued, his figure following like a shadow, constantly launching fierce attacks on the Wanren Chariot.

Under his continuous attacks, the Wanren Chariot finally lost its balance, fell to the ground with blades scattered all over the ground, and could no longer pose a threat.

As the Ten Thousand Blade Chariot collapsed with a loud bang, the fragments scattered, like fallen leaves drifting helplessly in the autumn wind, announcing the destruction of this treasure.

Han Bian and Han Sheng, the brothers who once dominated the world, now looked pale and their hearts were boiling. They were in a mess.

Huang Tianhua stood in the center of the battlefield, with a sneer on his lips. The sound of his laugh was so loud that it pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks, carrying a bit of unruliness and ridicule: "Humph, since you are so stubborn and want to use the treasure to hurt others, then I will let you taste the power of my treasure!"

After saying that, he waved his hands, and a stream of light shot out from his sleeves. It was the famous heart-piercing nail.

The Heart-Piercing Nail is one of the Twelve Immortals of the Chan School and is a peerless magic weapon bestowed upon Huang Tianhua by the True Lord Qingxu Daode himself.

It is seven and a half inches long, with dazzling light flowing all over it, and wrapped in flames. It is extremely sharp, designed to shoot people's hearts and make them terrified.

When it appeared out of nowhere, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in its light, and the air seemed to solidify at this moment.

Yu Hua had been through many battles and was well-informed. His expression suddenly changed at this moment, and he blurted out in surprise: "Danger!"

However, it was too late.

Han Bian has always been known for his agility and cleverness, but at this moment, he was unable to even dodge, and the nail pierced his chest like lightning.

The divine power attached to this treasure not only tore his heart apart, but also caused his soul to shatter and turn into nothingness.

Han Sheng witnessed the tragic scene of his brother falling to the ground in an instant, and the fear froze his blood like ice in an instant.

He screamed, turned around and tried to run away, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

In despair, he stumbled and stumbled, not knowing where to go, hoping to escape the shadow of death. However, the nail seemed to have a spirit, locking him tightly, and no matter how he ran, the deadly cold light always followed him.

Finally, amid the hurried footsteps and desperate gasps, the heart-piercing nail caught up with Han Sheng at lightning speed, pierced through his back, and completely shattered his last hope.

Han Sheng's body fell down weakly, and all that remained in his eyes was endless nostalgia and unwillingness for this world.

Han Rong stood on the top of the city wall and witnessed the tragic death of his two beloved sons. His heart was instantly torn, his soul trembled, and the grief surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

His eyes were red, tears and anger mixed together, but he could only watch the spark of life extinguished before his eyes.

Yu Hua was unable to receive emergency treatment and felt both remorse and anger deep down.

He roared angrily and pointed his spear at Huang Tianhua.

Huang Tianhua saw a spear flashing with cold light coming through the air. He lightly dodged the sharp attack and at the same time, his cold voice penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield: "Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

Yu Hua gnashed his teeth and said in a sonorous voice: "I am a disciple of Yu Yuan, the One Qi Immortal of the Jiejiao Sect. This is Yu Hua!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

When Huang Tianhua heard that the other party was a disciple of Jiejiao, a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had found a long-lost challenge. The corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer: "So you are a disciple of Jiejiao, you are worthy to be my opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them had already intertwined in the center of the battlefield like two lightning bolts, and a thrilling battle broke out in an instant.

Yu Hua's body was agile, and he rode the wind, as if he had merged into one with the heaven and earth. Every attack he made was accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air.

Huang Tianhua was not willing to be outdone. He opened his mouth and spewed out raging flames like a dragon, trying to devour everything.

Both of them were disciples of Xuanmen, proficient in the magical powers of Tiangang and Disha. They performed the Five Elements Thunder Art almost at the same time. Thunder and lightning were flashing in the sky, and the forces of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth collided with each other, emitting dazzling light.

There was a heroic look between Huang Tianhua's brows. He looked at Yu Hua opposite him with sharp eyes, and couldn't help but admire him secretly in his heart.

"Yu Hua, you are truly extraordinary and worthy of admiration! But you better be careful, my baby is not a vegetarian!"

After saying that, he waved his hand violently, and a heart-piercing nail cut through the sky like lightning and came straight towards Yu Hua.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hua curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

He was seen calmly raising a black banner in his hand. The banner was as black as ink and seemed to be able to swallow all the light around it.

As he shook it lightly, a rolling black gas suddenly surged out of the black flag, wrapping him tightly. As soon as the heart-piercing nail entered the range of the black gas, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, instantly losing its target.

Huang Tianhua felt that his heart-piercing nail had failed, and frowned slightly, but then relaxed again. He praised again: "Yu Hua, your method is really brilliant. You actually used this method to break my heart-piercing nail. I underestimated you!"

Yu Hua sneered even more. He secretly chanted a spell in his heart and shouted, "Huang Tianhua, watch out!"

The black flag, whose real name was the Soul-Killing Flag, was raised high in his hand. Suddenly, several black air rose into the air like dragons and snakes, covering Huang Tianhua completely, as if to lift him up into the air.

But is Huang Tianhua an ordinary person?
He remained calm in the face of danger, quickly put away his two hammers, and suddenly a Moye sword appeared in his hand. The sword shone with cold light, exuding a chilling aura.

He pointed forward, and the sword suddenly burst out with dazzling white light. The white light was like the dawn, instantly dispersing the surrounding black air.

Huang Tianhua stood proudly, holding the legendary Moye sword tightly in his hand. The sword tip was lightly extended, and a dazzling white light instantly burst out, like a cold light breaking through the air. Anyone who was touched by it was terrified and lost their souls.

Yu Hua saw such a fierce attack and knew how powerful it was. He dodged lightly and nimbly involuntarily, like a dragon playing in the water, extremely flexible.

At the same time, not willing to be outdone, he urged the Soul-Killing Banner. As the banner moved, wind rose and thick black air surged out, like the falling night, covering the surroundings tightly in an attempt to resist the indestructible sword light.

When the two strong men met, the battlefield suddenly became turbulent, sword lights and black air intertwined, they attacked and defended each other, neither giving in.

Huang Tianhua and Yu Hua fought back and forth, and the battle was hard to determine. Every move and every style contained earth-shaking power, which was a feast to the eyes.

This battle had already surpassed the limits of mortals. It was like the collision of stars, with sparks flying everywhere. It was so spectacular that the soldiers watching the battle held their breath, their hearts surging, and were filled with awe.

At this time, Han Rong stood on the towering city wall, his fists clenched, veins bulging, his eyes like burning torches, and roared: "General Yu, please take Huang Tianhua's head for my two tragically dead children!"

When Yu Hua heard Han Rong's order, his face darkened and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, formed seals with his hands quickly, and murmured an ancient spell. As the spell sounded, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a blood-red light shot up into the sky. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in Yu Hua's hand looked even more terrifying against the backdrop of the blood light.

Huang Tianhua felt nervous when he saw this, but he did not retreat.

He gripped the sword tightly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if he was also looking forward to this decisive battle.

When the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword came slashing at him with overwhelming murderous aura, Huang Tianhua's figure flashed and his sword rushed forward like lightning.

The two armies collided with each other, making a deafening noise.

The moment Huang Tianhua's sword touched the Blood-Transforming Divine Knife, it seemed to be corroded by an invisible force. The sword body was immediately contaminated by blood and became dull.

He felt a chill running straight through his heart. He was terrified and stepped back in panic, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner fear and panic.

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(End of this chapter)