novelaction Chapter 350 Wooden Fortress
Chapter 350 Wooden Fortress
"Who else!" Huang Feihu stood in front of the two armies, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder. The sun shone on his armor, reflecting a dazzling light, adding a bit of majesty.
In the Zhou army camp, when Jiang Ziya heard this arrogant remark, his brows furrowed, and his face instantly became gloomy, just like a sky covered with dark clouds, foreshadowing that a storm is about to come.
His deep eyes flashed with wisdom and calmness, and he quickly thought about what to do next.
Just as Jiang Ziya was thinking, a slight sound of footsteps came from behind, interrupting his thoughts.
He tilted his head slightly and saw a young monk slowly walking out of the queue with steady steps and a dignified demeanor.
The young monk had a handsome face, and his eyes revealed a transcendental temperament. His eyes were as bright as stars, sparkling with wisdom and determination.
This monk, dressed in a silver-white Taoist robe and carrying a long sword at his waist, with the scabbard carved with intricate patterns, looked both mysterious and solemn.
He came before Jiang Ziya, cupped his hands, and bowed. His voice was respectful and firm, like a clear mountain spring, clear and pleasant to the ear:
"Uncle, let me deal with him. A mere mortal, no matter how skilled in martial arts, cannot escape fate."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya's gaze lingered on the young monk, Mu Lei, for a moment, and he secretly praised him in his heart.
He knew very well that this nephew was no ordinary person, but a direct disciple of Senior Brother Taiyi, with outstanding talent and profound Taoism.
Although Mu Lei had been practicing Taoism for less than ten years, he had already reached the realm of Xuanxian. His progress was so fast that even his master Yuanshi Tianzun was surprised.
Jiang Ziya smiled slightly, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:
"My nephew has not participated in the war against Shang since he came down from the mountain. Since you have taken the initiative to ask for a fight this time, I will allow you to fight."
Mu Lei heard this, nodded, and said firmly:
"Uncle Master, rest assured. Within three rounds, I will kill Huang Feihu with my sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and instantly appeared in front of Huang Feihu.
Huang Feihu couldn't help but feel a little curious when he saw a young monk walking out of Zhou's army camp.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the wooden fort carefully, trying to find a flaw in the opponent.
However, Mu Lei's temperament and eyes made him feel an indescribable pressure.
"Humph, is there no one left in Zhou's army? They actually sent a greenhorn to die." Huang Feihu sneered, trying to provoke Mu Lei with words.
Mu Lei's face remained calm as water when he heard this, without any ripples. He smiled gently, and that smile showed both his indifference to Huang Feihu's words and his confidence in his own strength.
"Huang Feihu, you are a man who has seen the world. Don't you know that there are always people better than you?"
"This world is so big, and there are countless talented people. Age and experience are never the criteria for measuring a person's ability."
Huang Feihu raised his eyebrows, obviously not satisfied with Mu Lei's response, and his sneer became even stronger:
"Hmph, kid, don't talk to me about big principles. On the battlefield, strength speaks. If you really have some skills, show them to me, don't just talk."
Mu Lei smiled slightly, with a sharp look in his eyes:
"Okay, in that case, let me teach you today. On the battlefield, what counts is the level of martial arts and Taoism, not age and experience."
After saying that, Mu Lei stretched out his body and rushed towards Huang Feihu in an instant like a silver lightning.
He swung the long sword in his hand, the sword light flashed, like a dragon soaring into the sky, with an irresistible momentum, heading straight for Huang Feihu.
Huang Feihu's heart trembled. He didn't expect Mu Lei to attack without saying a word. Moreover, the sharpness and momentum of this move were beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.
He knew that he had met a real opponent and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He immediately drew his golden chisel and picked up the reed pestle to fight.
"What an arrogant boy! I want to see how capable you are!"
Huang Feihu roared angrily and swung the golden chisel and reed pestle in his hand even more violently. The golden light was like lightning, interweaving with the sword light of Mu Lei, forming a dazzling light.
However, although Huang Feihu tried his best, as a mortal, he was ultimately powerless in front of the cultivators in the Xuanxian realm.
Mu Lei's swordsmanship was so exquisite, every move and every style was just right, making Huang Feihu overwhelmed.
However, after just a few rounds, Huang Feihu felt that his physical and spiritual power were being rapidly depleted, and he was about to collapse.
At this moment, Mu Lei's sword light suddenly accelerated, like a silver lightning that cuts through the sky and goes straight to Huang Feihu's heart.
Huang Feihu was horrified and quickly swung his golden chisel and reed pestle to block.
But there was a huge disparity in strength. With a loud bang, the golden chisel and the reed pestle flew out of his hand. Huang Feihu also lost his balance and almost fell off the back of the five-colored divine bull and fell to the ground.
After Huang Feihu stabilized himself, he looked towards Mu Lei who had an indifferent expression on the opposite side.
"Boy, I underestimated you. You are quite capable!" Huang Feihu stared at the wooden fort opposite him, his voice deep and powerful, "But if you want to defeat me, you are still a little naive."
Mu Lei heard Huang Feihu's words, smiled calmly, tapped the ground with the tip of his sword, and said softly:
"Huang Feihu, you are really stubborn. Sometimes, facing the facts is not that difficult, but admitting your own shortcomings is difficult. The gap between you and me cannot be bridged by your words."
Huang Feihu's face darkened and his anger intensified. He tightly grasped the golden chisel and the reed pestle and said in a cold voice:
"Mu Lei, don't be so arrogant! I have been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and I have seen all kinds of storms. How dare you, a mere junior, speak so arrogantly in front of me?"
Mu Lei shook his head, his tone calm but with unquestionable firmness:
"Huang Feihu, I don't want to say any more to you. Just one sentence, if you don't want to die, then surrender as soon as possible, open the gate of Jiepai Pass, and welcome the army into the city!"
"Otherwise, I will send you into reincarnation!"
Huang Feihu was furious when he heard this. He roared, leaped up, and the golden chisel and reed pestle turned into a golden light and rushed straight towards the wooden fort:
"Mu Lei, don't push me too far! I would rather die than surrender to you!"
Mu Lei's eyes focused, and his body flashed lightly, easily avoiding Huang Feihu's attack.
His sword flashed, and he struck back just as swiftly, saying in a cold voice:
"Huang Feihu, you are courting your own death! I will give you a ride and let you understand what true despair is!"
After he finished speaking, the spiritual power in his body surged like a rushing river and gathered at the tip of the sword. The sword seemed to be given life, shining with a breathtaking light, and went straight to Huang Feihu's vital point.
When Huang Feihu saw this scene, his heart tightened and a hint of solemnity that was difficult to conceal flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He could feel that he would never be able to take the sword, but he didn't want to just sit there and wait for death.
"Humph, you think I can surrender with just one sword? That's too naive!"
Huang Feihu roared angrily, and the five-colored divine bull under his feet seemed to sense his master's will to fight. Its four hooves tumbled, and clouds and mist swirled, carrying Huang Feihu like a dragon soaring into the sky, rushing forward.
The golden chiseled reed pestle in his hand shone brightly, and it met the opponent's sword in the air, colliding with a deafening metallic symphony.
"Qiang——!!!"
There was a loud bang, accompanied by sparks. Huang Feihu felt an irresistible force surging at him. His body was involuntarily blown away, like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, with dust flying everywhere. His life or death was uncertain.