Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1625: Chapter 512: Failure and Success, the Death of Yang Jian (Part 2)

This sudden swing of the blade caused Xia Chuan’s heart to skip a beat, a flash of fear suddenly crossing his pupils.

Why was this?

It was because that soldier, facing the Sword Puppet’s left arm, did not instinctively dodge, but instead raised the black long spear in hand, suddenly lifted his head, and soared into the sky, charging straight toward his face.

Sky Control?

This was no ordinary Beishuo soldier; it was clearly a genuine Xianyang Level expert!

Someone is hiding within the Beishuo Army, intending to kill me.

Whoosh…

The blood-red spearhead cut across the sky, stretching over a hundred meters. Xia Chuan’s pupils showed tangible fear, then quickly pulled the strings, causing the originally forward-charging Red Silver Blade Puppet to immediately turn toward his body.

However, the speed of that blood-red spearhead was too fast.

Fast beyond terror, fast enough to shake the heavens and earth…

The deafening clamor on the battlefield seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the blood-red spearhead between heaven and earth.

Perhaps it wasn’t all…

Because as the blood-red spearhead rose, a strong black staff light also rose outside the North City Gate of Baimu City.

Whoosh!

Interestingly, the black staff light and the blood-red spearhead rose almost simultaneously on the battlefield, without any delay between them.

“Minister!”

“Third brother…”

The stronger one’s power, the faster their perception and reaction naturally are.

On the Great Xia side, besides Liu Yuan, Yue Feng, and six other generals, there was also Xu Ning with the battle formation order flag; seven Xianyang Level experts focused their eyes on the blood-red spearhead, realizing a killing move aimed at Minister hidden within the Beishuo Army. The seven faces were filled with shock, quickly rushing over to Xia Chuan;

On the Beishuo side, Town Chief Yang Fa and five other Xianyang Level experts also realized a killing move aimed at Yang Jian hidden within the Xia Army, their faces equally filled with shock, shouting and rushing over to Yang Jian.

For the moment, let’s not discuss the thoughts of others. At this moment, Yang Jian’s face was full of fear; he realized he was in danger early on when he heard his second brother Yang Fa’s loud warning.

It was because that ordinary Xia Army soldier near Gu Tianxiong did not have any dodging action when faced with his spearhead.

Not only did he not dodge, but that soldier even raised an inky, shining iron staff to chop down at his head.

This is no ordinary soldier…

“Actually went as far as to want to kill right in front of me…”

When this thought arose in his mind, Yang Jian suddenly heard the voice of that Xia Army soldier, hearing the extremely familiar yet slightly scornful tone, his pupils abruptly contracted, his face’s fear instantly transforming into deep horror.

“Xia Hong is here!”

Bang…

He clenched his teeth, and his body suddenly exploded in a cloud of blood mist.

“Have been squatting for so long, can’t let you run this time!”

Xia Hong was mixed in the Luyang Army, so he was facing north at that moment; he suddenly leapt forth to attack Yang Jian, just able to see the blood-red spearhead aimed at Xia Chuan two to three hundred meters away.

The timing is just so coincidental!

Whoosh…

Xia Hong’s left eye suddenly shot out a strong light, yet his hand holding the Black Coiling Dragon Stick did not slow down at all, piercing straight through the blood mist.

The staff’s light passed through the skin membrane, then flesh and bones; the clear sensation came through his palm, knowing he succeeded, Xia Hong remained calm.

He had clandestinely joined the Luyang Army with exacting plans for this very moment; if Yang Jian ran again, it would be inexcusably negligent.

Meanwhile, while Xia Hong succeeded.

Facing the ultimate killing setup, Xia Chuan also fought desperately for survival.

Though he reacted swiftly, pulling the strings to drag the Sword Puppet toward him, the speed of the blood-red spearhead far exceeded his expectations.

Fortunately, the body of the Sword Puppet was large enough, and when the spearhead arrived, the puppet’s head just happened to block in front of Xia Chuan.

To be precise, it blocked right between Xia Chuan and that blood-red spearhead.

Whoosh…

“No less than 50 kilograms, this person’s power is at least twice mine!”

The airflow driven by the spearhead sliced his cheek, instantly making Xia Chuan realize the assassin’s power, his pupils shook hugely, his palms flipping rapidly.

The Red Silver Blade Puppet resembles the human form, with a head and limbs, but unlike a normal person, its face has no features, only a dark, gaping round hole, much like a giant mouth.

Xia Chuan’s Sword Puppet had been rebuilt many times, but some basic designs still follow the original. During the first Martial Arts Competition of Great Xia when he first faced Yuwen Dao, the puppet’s face already had this hole.

He has just never used it, so almost no one knows what is hidden in the puppet’s facial hole.

Whoosh…

The blood-red spearhead finally arrived.

But at the very instant it arrived, Xia Chuan abruptly pulled back with force, causing a pitch-black big saber to suddenly extend out from the puppet’s facial hole.

The Sword Puppet is five meters long, its head accounts for one-fifth of its body, so about three meters in diameter, the black hole taking up half of the head, roughly 1.6 meters in diameter.

That Black Blade—it was exaggerated.

When it initially extended from the hole, it was not much different in size from a common big saber, just over one meter long, with a width of seven to eight centimeters.

Yet it was surrounded by dense black energy, which spread quickly upon extension, instantly transforming into a terrifying black giant blade over ten meters long and one meter wide.

Clang…

Such a massive Black Blade, what can block it?

The blood-red spearhead was unsurprisingly blocked by this Black Blade.