bestfiction Chapter 465 King Zhou personally kills Huang Feihu
Chapter 465 King Zhou personally kills Huang Feihu
Chapter 465 King Zhou personally kills Huang Feihu
Su Hu looked at King Zhou, who was Su Daji's biological father, and angrily cursed him:
"Su Hu of Ji Province will never pay tribute to the Shang! Once a word is spoken, it will not be taken back, and I have no daughter named Daji!"
Deng Jiugong had just lost his beloved daughter Deng Chanyu the day before, and looking at King Zhou, he felt an even stronger hatred that made him want to kill him. He shouted sternly:
"I have devoted myself to the Shang Dynasty, fighting in every battle, but how has Your Majesty treated me? Even if I, Deng, were to rebel against the Shang, what then?"
Their stern accusations drew a glance from Yin Shou.
His gaze remained fixed, fixed intently on Huang Feihu:
"Flying Tiger, what about you?"
Huang Feihu was a loyal and virtuous man for generations. For seven generations, the Huang family had served as generals and guards of the Shang Dynasty. Huang Feihu even grew up with Yin Shou.
They eat, wear, live, and travel together.
From their childhood, they learned to read and write, practiced martial arts, and stayed together until they both got married.
Even after Huang Feihu left the palace, King Zhou, out of consideration for their friendship, bestowed upon him the title of King Wucheng and also established a marriage alliance between them.
They were once closer than brothers.
Huang Feihu and Yin Shou looked at each other.
As if seeing the past in King Zhou's eyes, Huang Feihu felt a sharp pain in his eyes, as if pricked by needles.
No matter how wonderful the past was, when he thought of his wife and sister who had died tragically, Huang Feihu calmed down:
“You are not Yin Shou, you are the king of the Shang Dynasty.”
"I am not King Wu Cheng, I am a general of Xiqi."
Two sentences completely extinguished the last vestiges of faith in Yin Shou's heart.
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, a cold glint flashed in them.
A sharp blade is drawn from its sheath.
With a whoosh, the sword was pointed at everyone.
"Then let's go."
Yin Shou pressed the tip of his sword down, preparing to attack, which made the group of people opposite him tense up.
Everyone knows that King Zhou was incredibly strong.
My heart sank.
Huang Feihu launched the first attack, and sparks flew as his golden chisel and bronze sword clashed.
With a loud bang, Huang Feihu was knocked back half a meter.
“Flying Tiger, you have never been my match since childhood. Give up,” Yin Shou said slowly.
"Don't even think about it!" Huang Feihu mustered his courage and continued forward.
Those moves were completely haphazard.
It was as if he was venting his grievances, waving it around haphazardly.
I don't care whether I hit the target or where I hit it; I just want to put all my strength into it.
Yin Shou frowned, and the horse backed away.
Seeing this, the others shouted:
"King Wu Cheng, I'm here to help you."
They drew their swords and spears and joined the battle.
On the city tower,
Daji was anxious as she watched the king fight against more than a dozen people by himself, but seeing his ease and skill, she gradually relaxed.
His fingers gripped the city wall tightly, but his gaze was fixed on Yang Jiao.
"Qingfu Zhengshen, you are blessed with great fortune, so please help the king bear the subsequent true energy."
As long as the Ziwei True Qi enters the body of Qingfu Zhengshen, the Heavenly Court will definitely step in to stop the Investiture of the Gods.
We will definitely not let her become the subject of the Investiture of the Gods.
She and the king could leave to spend the rest of their lives in the countryside.
"With only half of the Purple Star True Qi, it certainly won't kill her."
Daji thought frantically.
Half of the Ziwei True Qi did not inherit all of humanity's fortune, and she could not dissolve it.
Yang Jiao felt that gaze and looked down in surprise.
He met Daji's apologetic eyes.
"Ok?"
strange,
Why doesn't Daji dare to look at herself?
The moment their eyes met, she immediately looked away.
Yang Jiao remained expressionless, but suspicion arose in her heart.
Next.
The more they fought, the more ruthless they became.
Even Yin Shou was somewhat embarrassed as he dodged, his eyebrows furrowed and he sneered:
"I've been lenient with you at every turn, yet you've been ruthless at every opportunity. Do you really want me to go on a killing spree?"
Su Hu glanced up and saw the figure on the city wall, then plunged his sword directly into the two characters 'Tongguan' on the city gate plaque.
The sword's tail trembled, and the blade penetrated deep into the wood.
It was nailed right below Daji.
He pointed sharply at Daji and shouted at Yin Shou:
"Tyrant! Look back! That's not my daughter! That's not her!"
"She wants a vixen! A vixen!"
Faced with Su Hu's voice, Daji's fingertips turned white from clenching her fists, and her lips were tightly pressed together.
She can loudly proclaim: I am not a fairy, not a fox spirit, I am a human.
But she couldn't fool her own heart.
Once she falls in love with someone, she can't lie to her own heart.
Daji looked at the majestic man on the chestnut horse with fear and worry.
If the king knew that I was a fox demon, would he still treat me like this?
Daji suddenly lost her senses.
Yin Shou turned around and saw Daji's frightened appearance. Only then did his eyes flash with anger, and he said sharply:
"shut up!"
"Who she is is for me to decide."
Enraged by the situation, Su Hu swung his stick and struck.
Yin Shou simply turned slightly to the side, and with a flick of his sword sheath against the stick, he used the force of the blow to knock Su Hu's stick to the ground.
It broke immediately upon hearing the sound.
It kicked up countless specks of dust.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yin Shou struck Su Hu's jaw hard from below with his sword sheath.
Bang.
The massive impact pulverized the bones from the jaw to the midface.
Unable to hold his features together, blood gushed out and blurred his face.
Su Hu was immediately lifeless.
Seeing Su Hu die, Huang Feihu's eyes turned completely red, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:
"tyrant!"
"You call me a tyrant?" Yin Shou stared intently at Huang Feihu and retorted sharply, "But doesn't this move seem familiar to you? Isn't this a move you and I came up with together?"
"What? I can't use this method against the enemy?"
"Or are you saying that whatever methods I use are brutal, as long as I don't do as you wish?"
"Don't let his words distract you!" Deng Jiugong raised his hand and struck out with a palm. "Killing King Zhou and taking Tongguan is the priority."
Huang Feihu followed Deng Jiugong.
More than a dozen people attacked Yin Shou from other directions at the same time.
He put his arms around her.
He tucked the clubs, spears, and halberds under his armpits, and then raised them with a fierce thrust.
One person lifted ten people with their own strength.
They were lifted high into the air.
"what!"
Yin Shou shouted loudly.
With a toss, the weapons left his hand, and with a few powerful kicks, they all turned around.
puff.
Pfft.
All ten men fell onto their own weapons, which pierced their chests.
Even Deng Jiugong died.
When Huang Feihu saw this scene, many of his soldiers who had always followed him turned bloodshot.
He charged forward, brandishing his broadsword and howling.
puff!
He slashed at Yin Shou's chest with a knife.
"You...how could you..." Huang Feihu stared in shock as his knife wounded Yin Shou, staggering backward before raising his head in disbelief and roaring at Yin Shou, "Why? Why did you do this?!"
This is a rule they followed when they were young while practicing martial arts.
Each person makes a move once, neither dodging nor avoiding.
Yin Shou's chest was stained with blood, his clothes were wet and sticky, and he still opened his mouth palely: "Flying Tiger, it's my turn to make a move."
He finished speaking softly.
Although her eyes were closed, her eyelids were trembling, and her eyelashes were damp with moisture.
next moment,
Yin Shou raised his sword and thrust it forward.
puff!
The bronze sword pierced his heart.
Yin Shou dismounted, swaying precariously.
I want to reach out, but I don't know how to face it for a moment.
The knife wound in his chest was quite severe, but he still turned around and slowly entered the city, leaving bloody footprints with each step.
Today, he didn't kill Huang Feihu, but the two boys he had grown up with since childhood.
Yang Jiao looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, sighed, and shook the soul-guiding banner.
【Ding. 】
[Congratulations, host, on successfully summoning the souls of Huang Feihu, Su Hu, Deng Jiugong, and others. Reward: 5 card draw tokens.]
[Number of unused tokens remaining: x23]
"Let's go to Wuzhuang Temple."
As Yang Jiao watched the soul enter, her greatest comfort was that Huang Feihu and Huang Tianhua could reunite at the Investiture of the Gods Platform.
She flew away.
Tongguan.
Daji, supporting the severely injured Yin Shou, was too distressed to touch his wounds, and scolded him gently:
"You could have avoided it, why did you put yourself in danger?"
"Don't cry." Yin Shou said softly, looking down, "I and Fei Hu used to play like this all the time."
Only in the future.
This game of taking turns playing cards will never happen again.
Daji looked at his pale face, sobbed, and held a pill to his lips, saying:
"Your Majesty, you will be fine after taking this pill."
Yin Shou looked at her before slowly swallowing the pill.
In an instant, the true energy of Ziwei gathered on his body.
As if sensing something, Yang Jiao, who had already gone far away, suddenly stopped and took out the pill containing true energy from the Boshan furnace.
Only see,
Suddenly, the pill turned a deep purple-black.
She sensed something was wrong, but could only suppress it for the time being.
We've arrived at Wuzhuang Temple.