Therefore, Xiao Changtai fought against Xiao Huayong, and kept pushing Xiao Huayong closer to the position he left for Emperor Youning.
He had chosen the place and had set many traps long ago, forcing Xiao Huayong into the deciduous forest from the rolling rocky hills. The northwest is full of sandstorms, deserts, rocks and grasslands, and forests like this are very rare, with leaves covering the ground.
Xiao Huayong spun around to avoid Xiao Changtai's sword and landed on the ground. Unexpectedly, two people popped out from the ground like gophers and grabbed his ankles with both hands.
Looking down, he found that two people had lifted up the stone slab. It was long and thin, just enough for one person to crawl into. The trap on the stone slab was arranged in the same way as the leaves scattered around it. It was so lifelike that it was difficult to tell the difference with the naked eye.
At the same time, Xiao Changtai was in the sky, holding a long sword and jumping down towards Xiao Huayong.
The sharp sword light was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.
In order to force him to this place, Xiao Changtai had been fighting with him from last night until today. Both of them suffered a lot of injuries, but Xiao Huayong only suffered superficial injuries in order to give Xiao Changtai confidence and not retreat immediately. Xiao Changtai's body was covered with scars of Xiao Huayong's severe injuries. His face was hideous, his clothes were torn, and covered with bloodstains.
It was about time. Xiao Huayong raised the hand holding the piccolo and used his other hand to hold the tail end, blocking Xiao Changtai's sword in mid-air. The huge force left cracks all over the jade flute, as if it would shatter into ashes in the next moment.
As Xiao Changtai fell, the cracks on the flute became more and more obvious. Xiao Huayong's legs were tied up. At this time, a man flew out from the ground behind him, holding a shining knife and chopped at his back as soon as he landed.
The knife light behind him flashed by in Xiao Huayong's peripheral vision. Xiao Huayong simply exerted force with his legs, pressed his whole body down, stretched his legs apart, and kicked off the shoulders of the two people who were restraining him on the ground, causing the back of their necks to hit the stone wall hard. One of them died with his neck twisted, and the other fainted.
At the same time, Xiao Changtai poured the strength of his arms into the iron sword in his hands. With a bang, the piccolo in Xiao Huayong's hand broke. He thought he could use the sword to chop Xiao Huayong's shoulder, but he didn't expect that there was a slender weapon as thick as a little finger in the piccolo, which was like a sword but not a sword. This thing was extremely hard, and his sword didn't even leave a scratch on it.
While he was stunned, Xiao Huayong hooked his flattened legs and ankles, sweeping them alternately and flying up like a whirlwind.
He barely dodged the knife that was coming down from behind. The knife from the attacker hit the ground, and leaves flew away, leaving a glaring mark on the ground.
Xiao Huayong somersaulted sideways several times, but before he could land steadily, Xiao Changtai's iron sword attacked him again.
The sword light flowed and approached in the blink of an eye. As Xiao Huayong fell, he felt that the ground was loose. He slashed with the weapon in his hand, and blood splattered all over the ground. He rolled over, but his shoulder was still grazed by the long sword that Xiao Changtai stabbed at him, leaving a blood mark.
"Xiao Huayong, today is the day you die!" Xiao Changtai swung his sword like flowing clouds and water, as fast as the wind.
There were countless people buried under the ground. Occasionally, Xiao Huayong could predict it in advance, but every time he predicted to deal with the people under his feet, he would be more or less injured by Xiao Changtai.