plumnovel Chapter 228 The Fifth of the Yuwen Family's Three-Spear Technique
Chapter 228 The Fifth of the Yuwen Family's Three-Spear Technique
"Yuwen Chenglong, come here."
Lu Xiao waved his hand, a mocking smile on his face.
Xu Maogong, that fellow, is always dreaming of good things.
At this point, why are you still thinking about reconciliation? Whom do you serve?
Do you really think he's a three-year-old child, so easily fooled?
"Xu Maogong, is it?" Yuwen Chenglong urged his horse forward, without any hesitation, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to curse.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
He cursed her three times in a row, his words flowing freely and with unwavering conviction.
"Third Brother, what does this mean?"
Cheng Yaojin scratched his head and looked at Xu Maogong with a blank expression.
He genuinely didn't understand. What was this "biqi niangzhi"? Was it an insult?
It sounds rather pretentious.
Therefore, we still need to ask the person involved.
"..."
Xu Maogong's face immediately turned black, as black as the bottom of a pot.
Is this a question Cheng Yaojin should be asking?
Xu Maogong was insulted, and he had to act as a translator for this fat man, explaining how the other person insulted him.
He felt that Cheng Yaojin, who seemed foolish and simple-minded, was actually more shrewd than anyone else.
Ever since arriving in Jianghuai, this fat guy has been intentionally or unintentionally disgusting himself and undermining him; today he went even further.
"That's exactly what you mean." Upon seeing this, You Junda quickly leaned close to Cheng Yaojin's ear and whispered a translation, "It's cursing your third brother, and it's done in a rather elegant way."
"Hey, that's it?" After figuring it out, Cheng Yaojin immediately felt bored and pouted.
"I thought it was some kind of profound curse. It's much better to just call you 'your motherfucker,' it's simple, clear, and saves trouble."
"Old Master Xu, what's the point of talking to them? Just fight them!"
Du Fuwei impatiently nudged Xu Maogong.
He really couldn't stand Xu Maogong's attempt to curry favor with Lü Xiao.
Even if the Sui Dynasty is in a slump now, in the end, Lü Xiao is still a prince of the current dynasty, holding a large army and wielding great power.
what about you?
You, Xu Maogong, have had such a falling out with Lü Xiao. You drove him out of Wagang Village back then, so how can you have the face to reconcile with him now?
Isn't this just making things difficult for yourself?
"Yes, yes, yes! Just attack!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaojin immediately perked up, waved his hand, and shouted to the generals around him.
"Who dares to fight?"
I've tested them on you; Luo Cheng and Yuwen Chenglong don't have any real skills!
"That's right, the Alliance Leader personally tested it for you."
As someone directly involved, Du Fuwei knew all too well how useless Yuwen Chenglong and Luo Cheng were.
These two are no good at martial arts at all; it's all just for show, a bluff.
Yuwen Chenglong, Luo Cheng, and Cheng Yaojin fought a series of battles, but neither could defeat Cheng Yaojin.
Most of the imperial army is useless.
Lu Xiao's so-called achievements are probably exaggerated and based on hearsay.
"I'll do it!"
Just then, Lei Dapeng, who was standing to the side, roared loudly, his voice like thunder.
He spurred his horse and charged out of the formation, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Yuwen Chenglong in the opposite formation.
His son was killed by Yuwen Chenglong himself!
This grudge must be avenged!
Blood debts must be repaid in blood!
"Yuwen Chenglong! Do you dare to fight me?"
Lei Dapeng spurred his horse forward, spear in hand, pointing it directly at Yuwen Chenglong. His hand trembled violently with rage as he pointed at Yuwen Chenglong.
He wished he could rush up right now and stab the man who killed his son right through the heart!
"Wasn't killing your son enough for me? Now you want me to send you down to the underworld so you can reunite with your father and son?"
Yuwen Chenglong shook his hand and said with a smug look on his face.
I took two blows from Cheng Yaojin's axe a while ago, and my hand is still not fully healed. It still hurts a little when I hold a gun.
However, this is a traitor like Lei Dapeng.
Even if I'm not fully recovered, dealing with them would be more than enough.
He turned his head and asked Lü Xiao tactfully, "Your Highness, may I kill him? If you disagree, I'll just curse him a few more times."
"Whatever." Lü Xiao waved his hand, but his gaze fell on the rebel leaders opposite him, as if he were deep in thought.
He remembered that when the system triggered the choice earlier, it said that eliminating the rebel king who claimed to be king would give him various rewards.
But these people are all rebels; they show no sign of becoming kings.
No wonder he didn't receive any reward after destroying Wagang Village and killing Wang Bodang and others.
It seems Cheng Yaojin needs to step up his game and find a way to persuade these well-known figures to declare themselves kings as soon as possible.
Only if they become kings and you kill them will you receive a reward.
"Your grandpa Yuwen Chenglong is here!"
Seeing that Lü Xiao agreed, Yuwen Chenglong did not hesitate any longer. He spurred his horse and charged out of the battle like a bolt of lightning, holding his silver spear.
"Watch out for your gun!"
Lei Dapeng had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Yuwen Chenglong charging towards him, he gripped his gun with both hands, used all his strength, and thrust it out with all his might, aiming straight for Yuwen Chenglong's throat!
Yuwen Chenglong tilted his head slightly, and the spear tip whistled past his ear, easily dodging the attack.
A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he suddenly turned the silver spear in his hand.
"Take this thirteen-spear technique passed down through the Yuwen family!"
"Watch my fourth shot! One stab to the kidneys and your essence will explode, your kidney essence will be depleted and your body will be empty!"
As he spoke, Yuwen Chenglong's silver spear thrust out like a venomous snake.
His marksmanship was incredibly precise. Perhaps his strength wasn't great, but his accuracy, speed, and angle were all perfectly controlled.
With a soft "plop," the tip of the silver spear pierced Lei Dapeng's side waist with perfect accuracy, hitting his kidneys precisely!
Lei Dapeng grunted, and the spear in his hand clattered to the ground.
He lowered his head, staring at the wound on his waist, his eyes filled with shock.
He didn't even have time to react to that shot!
Too fast, too tricky!
"The fifth shot—intestines twisted and severed a thousand times, blood gushed from the abdomen, staining it crimson!"
Yuwen Chenglong suddenly drew his silver spear, sending out a cloud of blood mist, and then thrust out a second spear.
This shot was even more swift and ruthless; after piercing Lei Dapeng's abdomen, the tip of the spear suddenly flicked upwards!
Just as his mantra had said, a bloody intestine was forcefully pulled out of the wound by the tip of the spear.
It traced an arc in the air and landed back on Lei Dapeng.
Lei Dapeng's face immediately turned pale, ashen.
He tried to turn and run away, but his body was out of control, and he fell headfirst off the horse and crashed heavily to the ground.
It twitched twice more, then fell silent.
The rebel leaders watching the battle felt a chill run down their spines and their scalps tingle.
They watched helplessly as Lei Dapeng was first stabbed in the kidneys, then his intestines were ripped out; the horrific scene was simply indescribable.
The others silently took the shields handed to them by their personal guards and held them firmly in front of them.
He was terrified that the terrifying silver spear would come at him at any moment.