novelden Chapter 377 Deng Chanyu killed Tu Xingsun!
Chapter 377 Deng Chanyu killed Tu Xingsun!
A sneeze!
Yang Jiao suddenly sneezed, then rubbed her nose and looked around suspiciously.
Who is insulting her?
Mosquito Taoist, holding his gourd, leaned against Yang Jiao's shoulder, shifting to a more comfortable position, and raised his hand to create a barrier in mid-air:
"Did you catch a chill?"
Then he took another sip, and the taste was so good that his two legs, which were hanging in mid-air, swung back and forth alternately.
Yang Jiao looked down.
Looking at it scrutinizingly.
Yang Jian immediately smiled and waved at her.
Nezha immediately smiled and whispered in Yang Jian's ear:
"You wouldn't believe it, I'll tattle on you too."
After saying that, Nezha propped himself up on the city wall, waved vigorously at Yang Jiao, and shouted at a higher volume:
"Yang Jiao! He just... Ouch!"
Yang Jian grabbed Nezha's wild, flowing hair from behind, and with a forceful pull, Nezha's cry of pain could be heard.
In an instant.
They started fighting again.
Jiang Ziya slapped his thigh:
"Why are they fighting again!"
On the other side, Tu Xingsun approached Deng Chanyu step by step, pressing his large knife against Deng Chanyu's already injured shoulder, and gently released it, just as he wanted to see her painful and distorted expression.
Tu Xingsun chuckled:
"Deng Chanyu, if you apologize to your husband now and obediently marry me, you will still have a chance to live."
Deng Chanyu frowned, gritted her teeth and endured the pain, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Tu Xingsun's face:
"Scum! Keep dreaming!"
"Fine, fine, fine!" Tu Xingsun's sallow face contorted into a ferocious grin as he brandished his blade.
Deng Chanyu dodged to the side.
But the injury to her right arm was too severe; she was a fraction of a second too slow, and another piece of flesh was scraped off by the blade.
Upon seeing this, Tu Xingsun burst into laughter:
"Does it hurt? If it hurts, just cry out. Maybe if I hear it, I'll feel sorry for you."
"Pooh!"
Deng Chanyu used a knife in one hand to prop herself up, and with a loud shout, she charged forward.
Holding a knife in your right hand is more comfortable than holding it in your left.
Its momentum has been greatly diminished.
At this moment, Tu Xingsun was like a cat toying with. Every time Deng Chanyu got close, he would cut her right hand, which she could barely lift.
In a short while, Deng Chanyu's right arm was covered with knife wounds.
Blood droplets fell to the ground as if drawn by a thread.
Tu Xingsun grinned maliciously:
"Women should be a little softer. If you say it hurts, I'll let you go."
Deng Chanyu's eyes flashed with ferocity, her gaze fixed on Tu Xingsun like that of a wild wolf in the dead of night:
"You son of a bitch!"
She lunged forward, no longer afraid, and even deliberately offered her badly injured right side to the attack.
Tu Xingsun swung his knife and slashed upwards.
With a snap, he severed her collarbone, then thrust downwards with renewed force, his demonic voice echoing in her ear:
"Scream! Beg for mercy and I'll let you go!"
Deng Chanyu tensed up in pain, but even though she was seriously injured, she didn't utter a sound. Instead, she fiercely threw herself into the path of the large knife.
The two forces clashed, and the broadsword cut through the collarbone and continued downwards, then with a snap, penetrated deep into the shoulder blade, becoming firmly embedded there.
Tu Xingsun tried to pull it out, but he couldn't budge it.
He said menacingly:
"Are you really not afraid of pain!?"
The large knife was embedded in the bone of her right shoulder, and Tu Xingsun's movements propelled Deng Chanyu's body forward.
puff!
The large knife plunged into his abdomen.
Taking advantage of Tu Xingsun's action of drawing his sword, Deng Chanyu moved closer, ignoring her bloodied shoulder, and plunged the long sword in her left hand into Tu Xingsun's stomach.
Then he added a Five-Colored Stone!
A loud bang.
Tu Xingsun was blasted ten meters away, fell to the ground, and vomited blood.
He looked at Deng Chanyu, and only then did his previous sinister expression change, revealing a hint of fear:
"You woman, aren't you afraid of pain or risking your life?"
He practically brought the wound right to his face!
Seeing that Tu Xingsun was at his last gasp, and that she too was exhausted, Deng Chanyu swallowed the blood in her mouth, let out a wild, unrestrained laugh, and pointed the tip of her knife at Tu Xingsun, saying:
"What's there to be afraid of in pain? It won't kill you!"
She was not as skilled as Tu Xingsun, so she displayed her wounds in front of him to allow him to humiliate her repeatedly. What did her injuries matter?
Deng Chanyu raised her knife, the cold blade reflecting her sharp eyes.
He hurled it fiercely at Tu Xingsun.
歘.
The knife missed its target.
Tu Xingsun, severely wounded, fled underground.
On the city wall, Yang Jian took a spear from a nearby soldier, raised it, and kicked it straight at Deng Chanyu.
She looked up, moved by the sight, and reached out to take it.
In the soil below, a string of mounds, clearly not moving as fast as before, were fleeing.
Deng Chanyu gripped the spear tightly, her eyes following the bulging line. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and the spear shot out with unstoppable force.
The gun barrel was stuck in the ground a few meters to the left and in front.
"what!"
The agonizing screams were muffled by the mud.
Then, bright red blood seeped from the gun handle that went two feet into the ground, and slowly, more and more of it appeared.
It was as if a fountain had suddenly gushed out from underground, turning the soil there completely red, bubbling and gurgling out.
Deng Chanyu strode forward, using the last of her strength to violently pull the spear up from the ground. She shouted, her resolute voice dispelling the fear that had lingered for so long.
The soil was turned over, and gravel scattered everywhere.
Deng Chanyu stood in the very center, her waist and stance perfectly aligned with a long spear, the tip of which was forked with the corpse of Tu Xingsun.
She stood firmly, having avenged herself with her own hands.
【Ding. 】
A system voice sounded.
Yang Jiao turned her head and saw Tu Xingsun's spirit appearing in front of the soul-guiding banner with a sullen and dejected expression.
"Oh."
She glanced sideways and reluctantly kicked the Soul-Guiding Banner. The banner swayed as it was kicked, instantly sucking in Tu Xingsun's soul.
[Congratulations, host, on successfully summoning the soul of Tu Xingsun. Reward: 1 Card Draw Token.]
After Deng Chanyu personally killed Tu Xingsun, Deng Xiu rode up on horseback. Seeing her injuries, he didn't even dare to touch her.
"Little sister..."
"Brother." Deng Chanyu's face lit up. She gripped Deng Xiu's arm tightly, her lips trembling with excitement. "Brother, did you see that? I can kill Tu Xingsun! By myself, all by myself, I killed Tu Xingsun."
Deng Xiu felt as if her heart was being torn apart.
But the younger sister did it; she personally dispelled the gloom in her heart.
"Yes, you killed Tu Xingsun."
Deng Chanyu couldn't hold on any longer and her body fell down, but Deng Xiu quickly caught her.
She leaned against Deng Xiu's chest, using her elder brother's strength to prop herself up again, refusing Deng Xiu's attempt to lift her up, and whispered:
"Big brother, help me a bit, I want to... walk back by myself."
Deng Chanyu wants to walk back to where she stood up, step by step.
Deng Xiu silently reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, his hand instantly becoming soaked with sticky blood. He pursed his lips.
The brother and sister walked towards the city gate.
At this moment, Jiang Ziya and others, along with their various forces, were present. Seeing Deng Chanyu's numerous wounds, they were all impressed by the woman's fortitude. Even Huang Feihu had to admit that in all his years of military campaigns, he had never seen such a resilient girl.
Their gazes became filled with respect.
Jiang Ziya stroked his beard, patted Deng Jiugong on the back, and said enviously:
"Brother Deng, your daughter is truly a tiger father like a dog! What a blessing!"
Deng Jiugong's eyes revealed excitement and heartache. Hearing Jiang Ziya's words, he nodded repeatedly, then politely glanced at the two who had just stopped fighting, praising them:
"The Prime Minister's two nephews are even more outstanding."
Jiang Ziya's joyful face suddenly turned black.
He's a remarkable person, but he's disobedient.
Deng Chanyu was helped back by her brother Deng Xiu. When she passed Yang Jian, she paused, but then walked away without any further emotion.