Chapter 57 General

Diswen staggered back, his exposed skin began to fester, black blood flowed out, and there was no sign of healing.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned from a handsome noble of the Western Continent into a hideous monster.

"High Black Blood" is said to be able to make a marquis sleep forever. At this time, Diswen only had the strength of an earl, but after all, he only took "High Black Blood" indirectly, and he also retained some of the characteristics of the duke, so he was only seriously injured and did not die directly.

But no matter what, Diswen's strength was at its lowest point, and it was the best opportunity to kill him.

Zhang Yuelu naturally understood this, and waved the paper sword in his hand, and countless pieces of paper flew out from the sword body, swelled in the wind, and turned into paper lotuses that swirled and fell, like snow all over the sky.

These paper lotuses were separated from the "faceless paper". The petals were as sharp as knives. When they rotated, they were comparable to many strange weapons. Wherever the paper lotuses went, bricks and stones were cut like tofu. The blood shadows that besieged Zhang Yuelu were immediately cut into balls of blood mist by these paper lotuses.

Zhang Yuelu's figure swept and approached Diswen. The paper sword in his hand scattered a white afterimage, covering Diswen's body from head to toe. The murderous intent was severe and every move was aimed at the vital point.

Diswen didn't dare to fight Zhang Yuelu in close combat. If it was before, he could still release summons and servants to delay Zhang Yuelu, but under the pursuit of the Parthian Parliament, all his servants had been destroyed. At this time, he was penniless and could only spread his wings behind him and dodge at a very fast speed, bringing out a series of overlapping afterimages, which made people dazzled.

After Lingquanzi got rid of the blood shadows that besieged him, he immediately controlled the "Yellow Turban Warrior" to cooperate with Zhang Yuelu to block Diswen's way. However, the "Yellow Turban Warrior" had extremely high defense, but was not very flexible, and its speed could not match Diswen, so it had little effect.

At this time, Qi Xuansu, who had been "cowardly", finally came not far away. He took off the "Executioner", "Ziwu" on his back and the "Blue Bird Hand Cannon" on his waist, leaving only the short sword and "Shenlong Hand Cannon".

Diswen and Zhang Yuelu both noticed Qi Xuansu, but they didn't care about Qi Xuansu at this time.

Qi Xuansu's expression and mentality were very calm, without tension or anxiety. He usually looked like a "flower garden Taoist priest", but it didn't mean that he was really a "flower garden Taoist priest". After years of tempering in the rivers and lakes under the mountain, he could stay calm more at the moment of life and death.

Qi Xuansu walked along the wall towards Arthur who was seriously injured, made a gesture of raising a glass to drink water, and asked: "Anything else?"

Arthur actually understood, and took out a bottle from his bag with difficulty, saying: "Black blood... no more. And holy water."

Qi Xuansu took the bottle from Arthur's hand, uncorked it without hesitation, and poured half of the holy water in the bottle into his mouth.

In an instant, Qi Xuansu felt as if the line between his throat was burning. This feeling was ten times stronger than the burning feeling of drinking the burning knife. The difference was that the burning knife would make Qi Xuansu's head heavy, while the holy water would make Qi Xuansu's spirit peaceful and eliminate all negative emotions.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qi Xuansu at this time was also like Arthur, emitting a faint light, like a human-shaped firefly.

Then Qi Xuansu drew out his short sword again.

This was the master's relic, which was taken back from the hands of the people in the "inn" by Qi Niang and handed over to Qi Xuansu.

Although Qi Xuansu always carried this dagger, and even never left it, he rarely used this broken sword. Even when he encountered Li Sanxin's flying sword and Zhuge Yongming's fist, he did not draw the sword.

But now he had to draw the sword.

At first glance, the dagger did not seem to have any mysterious features, but the sword body was as clear as water, which could reflect the human figure, and even reached the level of a glass mirror.

Qi Xuansu glanced at the face reflected on the sword body, and poured the other half of the holy water on the sword body.

In an instant, the dagger also lit up with a white light.

Qi Xuansu first walked towards Hantrick who had lost his heart, and did not give him any chance to resist. He chopped off his head with a sword, and then crushed his chest to ensure that he could not die again.

At the same time, Diswen was constantly eroded by the "high-level black blood" in his body. If he defended for a long time, he would lose. Zhang Yuelu seized the opportunity and forced him into a dead corner. Zhang Yuelu stabbed Diswen's chest with a sword without hesitation.

Diswen had no way to avoid it, so he raised the bloody sword in his hand and stabbed Zhang Yuelu in the head.

For Diswen, the sword that the oriental woman stabbed at his chest was sharp, but it could not put him to death. However, if the oriental woman was stabbed by him, she would probably die.

At this critical moment, Zhang Yuelu paused, and finally did not choose to exchange swords with Diswen. But before Diswen could be happy, he saw that the paper sword in Zhang Yuelu's hand turned into a white paper spear, which grew out of thin air and directly pierced Diswen's chest and nailed him to the wall.

An inch longer, an inch stronger.

Diswen was shocked and angry. He did not expect that the oriental woman and her weapon were so insidious.

Zhang Yuelu did not wait for Diswen to counterattack, and directly put away the gun and retreated.

In the short time when the two fought, the "Yellow Turban Warrior" finally caught up. To be fair, the slowness of the "Yellow Turban Warrior" is only relative to the speed of Diswin. He himself is not inferior to a warrior or Qi cultivator at the Kunlun stage.

"Yellow Turban Warrior" raised his two hammers and smashed them down on Diswen's head.

Diswen wanted to turn into blood mist, but the "high-level black blood" that had already mixed into his body made it impossible for him to use such transformation methods. He could only condense the blood sword in his hand into a blood ball, and then push it forward with all his strength.

The blood ball exploded directly on the chest of the "Yellow Turban Warrior".

With a loud bang.

A big hole appeared on the chest of the "Yellow Turban Warrior", and he turned back into a paper man. There was also an obvious gap on the chest of the paper man.

Lingquanzi didn't care about his "Yellow Turban Warrior". He stepped on the Gangbu Dou, and his Taoist robe moved without wind. He stretched out his left hand upward, bent the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of his right hand, stretched out his thumb and little finger, and placed them at the base of his left palm, forming a "demon-subduing fan seal", and said in a deep voice: "Bind."

Two invisible auras fell on Diswen's body like chains, binding him tightly.

Zhang Yuelu attacked again with a white paper spear in hand, stabbing Diswen's lower abdomen with one spear, and then stirred Diswen's intestines with all his strength.

"You all deserve to die!"

The severely injured Diswen screamed like a banshee, and then burst out a mighty blood energy like a torrent, causing the entire dungeon to tremble, with gravel and dust falling continuously, and Qi Xuansu almost fell headfirst.

Diswen not only broke free from Lingquanzi's restraints, but also knocked Zhang Yuelu and the white paper spear that stabbed into his lower abdomen out together. However, the two wounds left by Zhang Yuelu did not show any signs of healing, but continued to bleed black blood.

The consequence of the powerful blood energy burst was that Diswen could no longer suppress the black blood in his body, as well as the "Six Void Tribulations" from Zhang Yuelu, and the flesh on his face began to fall off continuously, which made Diswen more shocked, angry and resentful, and under the cover of shock and anger, he himself was unwilling to admit the fear.

He had been hit hard again and again and was on the verge of a very dangerous situation. If he was not careful, he would die here completely. At that time, there would be no other servant to pray to the ancient immortals in the East to revive him.

Zhang Yuelu slowly stood up with the white paper spear. The blood energy impact just now completely defeated her "Five Qi Yanluo" and severely damaged her physique. In the inheritance of the Five Immortals, only the physique of a warrior can be comparable to that of a criminal to a certain extent, but Zhang Yuelu is not a warrior, so blood is oozing from her mouth and nose at this time, which is very miserable.

However, Zhang Yuelu did not care about her injuries, but changed the white paper spear in her hand into a soft whip. With a flick of her wrist, countless whip shadows intertwined into a cage that enveloped Diswen. Even if Zhang Yuelu did not attach too much true energy, relying only on the sharpness of the semi-immortal object, it was enough to hurt Diswen, who was already at the end of his strength.

Diswen tried his best to resist, but the seemingly fragile paper whip left deep blood marks on his body, and the paper whip itself seemed to contain some kind of sacred aura, making him feel as if he was being burned by fire.

Diswen, who had reached the critical moment of life and death, could no longer care about anything else. He pointed at Zhang Yuelu regardless of the loss.

Zhang Yuelu felt that the blood in his body was boiling instantly, and his internal organs were burning.

But Zhang Yuelu remained unmoved and continued to strangle Diswen with the paper whip in his hand.

"Ahhh!" Diswen screamed.

The paper whip broke one of his arms and tore it off forcibly.

Diswen stimulated blood energy again regardless of the loss.

Zhang Yuelu, who was the first to bear the brunt, flew backwards, knocking a circle of spider web-like cracks on the wall, and the paper whip finally failed.

Lingquanzi barely blocked the blood energy at the cost of all three golden shields being shattered, and then threw out his last talisman, which hit the center of Diswen's eyebrows.

Lingquanzi pointed at the talisman and used his last mana to activate it: "Return to the dream... Immortal... Travel."

In an instant, Lingquanzi was drained of all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

Diswen, who was originally manic and restless, suddenly calmed down and fell into memories, unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, he remembered his wife who died in the hands of the demon hunter and all the happy times in the past.

They lived in an ancient castle with a tall spire, outside the castle was green grass, dense woods, and clear rivers...

The next moment, a dagger interrupted Diswen's memories.

Diswen slowly lowered his head.

A dagger filled with the breath of holy water pierced his heart from the back, and the sword tip penetrated his chest.

General.

On the chessboard, after all other chess pieces have been lost and only the main generals of both sides are left, the pawn that crosses the river becomes the protagonist in deciding the outcome.