readsfreenovel Chapter 490: The General's Madness
Chapter 490: The General's Madness
Chu Xiaomu led everyone to run two or three miles, found a safe place, and then stopped.
He was still worried about the general's condition, so he said to the four people: "You wait here, I'll go see the general and be back soon."
Xiao Xuan, however, had an anxious look on her face, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Mu, don't get too close to the general. He...he is...crazy now..."
Although they were two or three miles away from where Bi Ye had fought with Yan Zhua, they could still hear his crazy laughter. When Xiao Xuan said the word "crazy", her body trembled uncontrollably, and she was obviously very afraid of it.
Chu Xiaomu asked: "Kuangtai, what is that?"
Xiaoxuan shook her head and said, "I'm not sure either. Anyway, you have to be very careful. I'm afraid he doesn't recognize anyone right now."
Xiaoying said, "Brother Xiaomu, you...you'd better not go. The general looks so scary." Her face was full of worry.
Chu Xiaomu said: "Don't worry, I'll just watch from a distance, nothing will happen."
Yang Dou also wanted to go and see how the general was doing. Chu Xiaomu said, "These three people need your care. You just wait here." Yang Dou stopped talking.
He is now a minor battalion officer in the Nan Dui Camp, and his military rank is much higher than Chu Xiaomu's, but he has always obeyed Chu Xiaomu's orders since he was a child, and this time is no exception.
Before Chu Xiaomu ran to the place where he and Yang Dou had hidden, he saw that the trees in the forest had been broken in large numbers, as if someone had used a huge razor to shave them roughly. The broken ends of the trees were completely different, some looked like they were cut cleanly by a sharp blade, and some looked like they were broken abruptly by a strong force.
The small thatched hut where General Bi Ye lived had also disappeared, and the grass used as walls and roof was scattered everywhere. In the eyes of several masters, this thatched hut was no different from loose sand.
Following the sound of their fighting, he ran another seven or eight miles and gradually approached them. At this time, he felt a very strange energy rushing towards him, which was like a red-hot axe slashing fiercely, and like a sword tempered by ice stabbing rapidly, which was very difficult to bear.
After chasing for another three or four miles, Chu Xiaomu leaped onto a tall tree. Through the leaves, he could see three figures, one blue and red, one yellow, and one black, running through the forest at an incredible speed.
The green figure was General Bi Ye, who was wearing a dark green robe and had a blood-red mist all over his body; the yellow and black figures were naturally Yan Claw, who was wearing dark yellow scale armor, and the masked man who was wearing black.
The black and white saber-tooth lay crookedly in a pool of shallow water in the forest, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Hua Wu was nowhere to be found, probably having escaped.
General Bi Ye was chasing after Yan Zhua and the masked man, holding a scarlet spiritual sword in his hand. He kept making crazy noises, sometimes laughing strangely, sometimes shouting.
From Yan Zhua’s previous scream of fear, we can know that the strange sword in his hand that appeared from the spiritual realm is called the “Dragon Soul Sword”!
Seeing that he could not escape Bi Ye's pursuit, the masked man in black shouted, "Spirit King, let's run separately!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his body backwards and went from charging straight ahead to retreating. The speed of change was incredible.
Chu Xiaomu couldn't help but be impressed. He thought that he had no idea how this man's body movements worked and he didn't know how his Force compared to his own.
The masked man in black changed direction and ran towards the southeast where Chu Xiaomu was, while Yan Zhua ran towards the north, and in an instant they were separated by a large distance.
After a moment's hesitation, Bi Ye rushed towards the masked man in black at an unimaginable speed.
The speed of the masked man in black was already extremely fast, but he was still inferior to the frantic Bi Ye. After running for a distance, Bi Ye had already caught up to him five or six feet behind him, and swung the Dragon Soul Sword to slash at the masked man.
The masked man in black knew it was difficult to escape, so he swayed slightly and miraculously turned to Bi Ye's left side and slashed at him with a phantom palm.
Bi Ye had a ferocious expression, laughed strangely, and swung his sword to meet him. He was in a frenzy at this moment, and lost all his rationality, and used all his moves to attack fiercely. From the power of his moves, it can be seen that the force he used at this time was at least 50% higher than the battle with Yan Zhua.
One could only hear the sound of powerful energy and the rustling of clothes. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a violent storm and huge waves, and their figures were almost invisible.
This made Chu Xiaomu, who was hiding aside and watching the fight, speechless. He could not believe that there would be such a fierce fight in the world.
The two men fought head-on for more than ten moves, and the masked man began to show signs of defeat. He had to sway again, putting seven or eight feet away from Bi Ye and continued to escape.
Unexpectedly, the light of the Dragon Soul Sword in Bi Ye's hand suddenly surged, like a long blood-red sword flying out and slashing directly on the back of the masked man in black.
The masked man in black groaned and fell heavily to the ground, blood splattering on his back. It seemed that even if he didn't die, he would have been seriously injured.
Bi Ye laughed wildly twice, turned around suddenly, and chased in the direction where Yan Zhua fled. As he ran quickly, all the trees within a radius of dozens of feet were cut and shattered by the swirling energy around him.
Chu Xiaomu had never seen such a scene before, and his heart was beating wildly with fear.
Hearing that Bi Ye's wild laughter had faded away, he jumped down from the tree and walked over to the black-clothed and masked man.
His clothes on his back had been burnt, revealing a nearly foot long wound in the middle, which was covered in black and red blood, indicating that he had been severely injured. However, he was still breathing slightly, so he did not seem to be dead.
Chu Xiaomu knew that this man was plotting against the general and was definitely not a good person, so he planned to ignore him. However, his curiosity arose and he wanted to take off the black cloth covering his face to see who he was and what the "thing" he was talking about was.
He placed his hand on his lower back and used the method taught by the Queen Mother to first use the wood-related spiritual power to protect his heart meridians so that he would not die of cardiac arrest.
Just as he was about to stretch out his fingers to tear off the black cloth covering his face, the man suddenly turned over and slapped him in the chest.
Chu Xiaomu was caught off guard and was hit hard. He felt as if dozens of strong iron winds rushed into his chest, and his breath was immediately blocked, and he retreated ten steps.
The masked man turned over and ran eastward.
Chu Xiaomu was furious, thinking, I saved your life with my spiritual power, you didn't say thank you, it's fine, but you actually wanted to kill me with one palm, how shameful! But he was beaten so hard that his breath was blocked, and the sea of chaos was surging, so he had to practice to smooth his breath first, and then chase the villain.
In just a cup of tea, Chu Xiaomu straightened out his breath and cleared his qi sea. He thought that this man had been seriously injured after being slashed by the general, and the remaining original force was at most 20% to 30%. He was actually able to disrupt his qi sea. He was indeed an extremely powerful master. If he had attacked when he was intact, he would have been seriously injured.
Thinking of this, he felt even more determined not to let him escape, so he stood up and chased in the direction of the masked man.