But at this moment, Lu Fengxian, who was sitting on Wuyuntaxue's back, raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking the Xue brothers for being too self-righteous.
His Fang Tian Hua Ji, which had missed the target, suddenly swung horizontally and smashed forward towards Xue Fu's ribs. In a flash, the handle of the Fang Tian Hua Ji was about to hit Xue Fu's side.
At this moment, Xue Fu had no way of dodging, but when he saw that it was the handle of the halberd that was hitting him, he mustered up his courage and prepared to endure the blow.
But will reality really go as people wish? If that were the case, war would have ceased to exist long ago.
Just as the handle of the halberd was about to hit Xue Fu, Lu Fengxian suddenly stopped his hands, stopped the movement of swinging the Fang Tian Hua Ji forward, and then pulled it back violently, giving people the impression that he was trying to pull the Fang Tian Hua Ji back.
Upon seeing the other party's action, Xue Fu's face immediately turned pale.
Anyone with a little common sense knows what a halberd is.
The halberd not only has a stabbing blade, but also has a supporting blade, a barbed blade, a small branch, and an inner blade, all of which can kill the enemy by stabbing or pulling.
The Fang Tian Hua Ji not only has two blades, Yuan and Hu, but also has blades on both sides. Lu Feng first brought the Fang Tian Hua Ji close to Xue Fu's body, and then pulled the halberd. His intention was self-evident.
If the painted halberd is pulled back, both Hu Feng and Nei Feng can kill the enemy. Thinking of this, Xue Fu couldn't help but be afraid. What's more, Lu Fengxian had planned it in advance and pulled it back swiftly. It was too late for Xue Fu to react at this time.
The martial arts of Xue Fu and Xue Ren were not even close to Lu Fengxian's; what's more, just now, Xue Fu was still hoping for the best, mistakenly thinking that Lu Fengxian was only attacking him. This negligence was fatal.
The tip of the Fang Tian Hua Ji turned into a deadly poisonous stinger when Lu Fengxian pulled it hard. With a "puff", it cut through the armor on Xue Fu's ribs and then completely cut his entire body in half.
"ah... "
Blood splattered and a cruel wail came out of his mouth. It was a scream of pain that went deep into his bones and also a wail of death.
"Plop"
One side of his body was cut in half vertically, and even a god could not save him. As expected, Xue Fu was killed on the spot by Lu Fengxian.
Looking around, Xue Fu's body, which had fallen off his horse, was still twitching. His eyes were full of horror and a hint of despair and unwillingness.
"Brother!"
Xue Fu was killed and Xue Ren screamed in pain, but at this time, it was too late to say anything.
Without Xue Fu's cooperation, Xue Ren was even more defeated.
Before Xue Atan could run down from the city wall to rescue him, he was hit on the head by Lu Fengxian's halberd, his brains splattered and his head cracked. In an instant, the two brothers died.
Lu Fengxian drew his sword and cut off the head as if no one was around. In his opinion, these were all military achievements and would be the capital for him to support his family in the future.
In less than three moves, the two Xues were killed.
Throughout the Tianmen Pass, the palace guards were trembling with fear and the generals were trembling with fear. For a moment, heaven and earth were silent, with only a slight September breeze blowing by, which seemed to soothe everyone's soul.
"No... ... "
A roar as if from the abyss of Hell suddenly sounded. It was Xue Atan, who had witnessed the cries of grief after the death of his two younger brothers. He was moved by the sound and frightened by the sound.
On the top of the city wall, there was a drunken, strong and powerful general, with a pair of scarlet eyes staring at Lu Fengxian with resentment, with a look of anger and inexplicable grief.
The greatest success of being a man is to make his enemies sad and his loved ones happy. Lu Fengxian seemed to be
I haven't heard it. His face is as indifferent as an iceberg in deep winter.
Xue Atan, who was filled with inexplicable grief, looked at the cold and icy Lu Fengxian and could no longer control his emotions. He turned around, picked up a big iron rod, jumped down from the top of the city wall like a fly, rode his horse out of the pass to avenge his brother.
An Xiuxiu frowned when he saw this scene. It was a taboo in military strategy to attack rashly without knowing the truth. Although Lu Fengxian had killed four generals from Hedong one after another, he did not reveal much of his background. To An Xiuxiu, he still felt as vast as the sea of smoke and unknown in depth.
However, it is only natural for Xue Atan to overreact after his cousin died.
Although An Xiuxiu felt that it was inappropriate, he could not just watch his good brother take risks alone. He was worried, so in order to ensure safety, he quickly picked up his carved mountain and river knife, followed him out immediately, and headed for the city gate.
At the top of the city wall, looking at Lu Fengxian who was riding a horse and holding a spear, An Xiuxiu shook off the trace of uneasiness in his heart. He did not think that the other party could take Tianmen Pass alone.
At this time, Lu Fengxian was carefully hanging the heads of the two Xues on the pull ring on the side of the dark cloud. When he looked up, he saw a general riding a horse and swinging a club towards him.
The general is as strong as a lion or tiger, and his face is slightly drunk. If you only look at his appearance, he looks like a tiger that is ready to bite its prey.
This man's eyes were bloodshot and he was raging with rage, as if Lu Fengxian had slept with his wife. Before the fight even started, the other party was ready to fight to the death. Without saying a word, he swung his stick straight for Lu Fengxian's head.
A stick holds up the sky, like a pillar of heaven collapsing, coming with such force that it overwhelms the sky.
An expert can tell whether someone is capable or not with just one move. The man only used a simple stick to exert such power that Lu Fengxian's eyes lit up, and he was excited as if he had seen prey.
At the beginning, under the city of Weizhou, Xue Atan fought hard against Zhu Li, and the two were evenly matched. If Zhu Li had not broken through in the battle, Xue Atan would have had a chance to kill Zhu Li. Three or four years have passed, and Zhu Li's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, and he is no longer the same as before.
Xue Atan naturally would not stand still, and his progress was equally rapid. Just from a simple strike, it was obvious that his stick skills had already reached perfection and returned to their original simplicity.
Faced with Xue Atan's fierce attack, Lu Fengxian did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly rode his horse and held his spear in his hand to block it.
"Bang"
There was a loud bang, and the whole area seemed to be shaken by this attack.
"Not bad." Lu Fengxian took Xue Atan's attack head-on, estimated the opponent's strength, and praised calmly: "You are Xue Atan, right?"
"I'm the one who wants to kill you. Just wait for death, you bastard." Hearing Lu Fengxian's question, Xue Atan gritted his teeth and wished he could eat this guy alive immediately. How could he possibly talk to him nicely
Although he did not get the answer he wanted, Lu Fengxian could guess that this person must be one of the two generals of Tianmen Pass. After confirming the opponent's identity, he saw him holding the halberd in both hands, and suddenly crossed his arms, like a flying wheel in the sky and a magic dance in the world, and slammed the opponent's big iron rod away.
Lu Fengxian kept moving to deflect the opponent's weapon. The Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand instantly turned into a demon python wreaking havoc in the deep sea. To outsiders, it looked like a giant python that dominated the world broke out of the sea and pounced on Xue Atan like lightning, opening its bloody mouth and swallowing blood. Judging from the momentum, it seemed as if it wanted to swallow Xue Atan in one gulp.
The halberd's strikes were as fast as lightning and the wheel of halberd was as swift as flowers. Compared with Xue Atan's stick techniques, Lu Fengxian's halberd techniques were even more superb and had reached the pinnacle. Between each wheel and strike, there was a murderous intent that was chilling and soul-stirring.
Although Xue Atan was angry, he did not lose his composure.
Being calm and steady in the face of an enemy is a quality that a brave general must possess, and Xue Atan naturally did this impeccably.
Although he wanted to smash Lu Fengxian to death with a stick, the sight of the other party's blows like a master made him feel awe-inspiring and he became more cautious.
No one would dare to go to Liangshan without any experience. Since Lu Fengxian dared to challenge the pass alone, he must be a man with a very high opinion of himself and is definitely not an ordinary person.
The funny thing is that at first, he thought the other party was just a fool who was taking advantage of the power of others and was so bored that he used the names of ancient people to scare people.
If this man had been taken seriously earlier, the Hedong side would not have lost the lives of four generals in vain.
It's too late now. Everyone should not be ignored. Looking down on others is the greatest cruelty to oneself. Xue Atan has already paid the price for it.
Facing Lü Fengxian's swift blow, Xue Atan's face was as gloomy as water, and he turned the big stick in his hand back, like the Monkey King's golden hoop stirring the East China Sea, as powerful as a divine weapon and as majestic as a giant.
"when"
There was another sound of weapons clashing, and before Lü Fengxian could stop lashing out with his halberd, Xue Atan pushed it away with his stick.
Xue Atan pushed away Lu Fengxian's painted halberd, and with his backhand, he pushed Lu Fengxian's painted halberd back with his stick as fast as a shuttle and as strong as a mountain.
Pushing the stick like turning over the sea and pressing the stick like collapsing the sky are the signs that the stick technique has been practiced to perfection. With just two simple movements, it can be seen that Xue Atan has not wasted these years and has made tremendous progress.
But for Lu Fengxian, can such a master really stop him
This was just their first fight, a one-two punch, and both of them used basic skills, with not much difference between them. In this situation, if they want to win, it depends on their own understanding and skills.
Lu Fengxian obviously understood Xue Atan's strengths and weaknesses. He had extremely solid basic skills. Objectively speaking, Xue Atan's stick skills were natural and flawless.
Facing such an opponent, one must show some real skills. After making up their minds, the two men turned their horses around to fight again. Suddenly, they saw that Lu Fengxian's Fang Tian Huaji turned into a dark glow and looked eerie.
Seeing this from outsiders, they would shudder unconsciously. The situation was as if they were suddenly in the netherworld, filled with evil spirits, and the howling of ghosts and wolves.
In the layers of darkness, a black light was like the Grim Reaper's scythe hidden in the eerie darkness. Just when Xue Atan was confused and couldn't find his target, the Grim Reaper's scythe suddenly appeared.
Moreover, as soon as it appeared, it appeared just around the corner from Xue Atan's throat, silently and without a trace, like a wandering soul wading in the night, wind passing by without leaving a trace, so strange that it made people's heart palpitate.
Suddenly, he noticed a sharp cold light very close to him, which frightened Xue Atan so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. Without thinking, he immediately fell backwards. He had no time to think. If he was a moment later, he might have died. How could he have the time to think
Netherworld Ghost Halberd, Lu Fengxian's military skill.
The principle is to swing the halberd to evolve a ghost domain, hide the fatal blow somewhere else, and make it impossible for the enemy to capture it. Then you can wait for the right opportunity and strike a fatal blow.
After all, Xue Atan was not an ordinary general. Although he only relied on instinctive reaction, he still managed to avoid Lu Fengxian's strange halberd. The sharp blade of the Fang Tian Hua Ji brushed past his nose, leaving a faint trace of blood along the way.
Although Xue Atan avoided the fatal halberd attack, the sharpness of the halberd still scratched his nose.
Lu Fengxian was not surprised that the halberd missed. He suddenly twisted his right hand, and the halberd turned over, with the sharp blade instantly standing upright. He moved his arms again, ready to repeat the same trick, draw the halberd back and kill, and let the sharp blade on the halberd cut open Xue Atan's head.
But at this moment, a rider suddenly rushed out from the side, with a carved mountain and river sword suddenly flashing out, rolling up a several-foot-long silk thread, from bottom to top, like lightning and illusion, suddenly piercing towards the Fang Tian Huaji.