noffsinger Chapter 988 The Crimson Sword!
Chapter 988 The Crimson Sword!
Western Han Dynasty.
Changan.
A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, turning the heavens a fiery red!
boom! ! !
A violent explosion rang out, and even Chang'an City, a hundred miles away, felt the earth tremble!
On the city wall of Chang'an, a young general dressed in black armor and holding a spear rode the wind, leading a group of talented individuals towards the site of the explosion!
"My lord!"
When the members of the Zhenxie Division saw the valiant and extraordinary young general, they all bowed in respect.
Huo Qubing waved his hand, signaling everyone to step back.
The members of the Zhenxie Division quickly withdrew to make way for Huo Qubing.
Huo Qubing walked to the huge pit and looked inside...
Thick black smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky, obscuring everyone's view.
Huo Qubing stretched out his hand and made a grasping motion, instantly stirring up a gust of wind in the void, dispersing the thick smoke!
In the deep, reddish-brown crater where the earth had been scorched, a black and red longsword was stuck in the center of the crater, with flames burning continuously on it!
Huo Qubing aimed at the sword, attempting to use his power to pull it out of the pit!
hum! ! !
Sensing the manipulation of the controlling power, the sword unleashed an intensely hot aura and fiercely stabbed towards Huo Qubing!
"Back off!!!"
Sensing the destructive aura emanating from the crimson sword, Huo Qubing immediately issued a warning!
The members of the Suppression Division immediately retreated to avoid being affected by the surging air currents!
Huo Qubing gripped his spear tightly and thrust it out fiercely, unleashing a thunderous roar!
The crimson sword was like a maddened beast, radiating terrifying heat that could melt everything, and it slashed towards Huo Qubing!
Flames and lightning erupted in the void in a violent explosion, causing Huo Qubing to stagger backward!
The crimson sword, engulfed in raging flames, tore through the void and continued its blast towards Huo Qubing!
Huo Qubing shook the spear in his hand, and a crimson fire dragon coiled out from the spear, sweeping up a terrifying heat wave, heading straight for the Crimson Sword!
The crimson sword spun continuously, its crimson flames forming a flower of fire that swept through the air with terrifying heat, resisting the Marquis's attack!
boom!!!
The crimson fire dragon and the flower of fire collided violently in the void, the surrounding space being burned through by the intense heat!
Seeing that the crimson sword was still relentless, Huo Qubing gripped his spear tightly, preparing to use the Emperor's Crimson Blood to enhance his combat power and block the sword!
But just as Huo Qubing was about to make a move, he saw the crimson sword fall helplessly from the void as if it had lost its energy!
clang!
The crimson sword fell to the ground with a metallic clang, and the raging flames on its blade slowly dissipated.
Huo Qubing gripped the spear that had long since been severed by the crimson sword and walked toward the divine sword that shimmered with divine light...
"My lord!"
Yan Zhong looked at Huo Qubing with a worried expression and tried to stop him, but was stopped by the Marquis of Champion.
"It's alright. The power that was attached to this sword has dissipated, and no one can wield it now."
Huo Qubing stepped forward, used his power to envelop the crimson sword, and hovered it in front of him, examining it closely.
The sword is long and slender, with intricate and unique inscriptions engraved on its crimson blade, and a pattern of a flame flower on the hilt.
Seeing that his lord had control of the sword, Yan Zhong boldly stepped forward and began to examine it as well.
“My lord, judging from its appearance, this sword does not seem to be a product of the Central Plains…”
Looking at the crimson sword, Zhan Yuwu said, "This sword has a very strange design. Could it have come from the Western Regions?"
Huo Qubing reached out and grabbed the hilt of the crimson sword. The sword trembled incessantly, as if trying to break free!
boom!!!
Huo Qubing unleashed a terrifying aura that dominated the emperor, completely suppressing the demonic sword in his hand!
hum! ! !
Huo Qubing gently stroked the sword with his two fingers, producing a series of melodious sword sounds.
"A fine sword!"
Zhan Yuwu, who also came from a military background, could hear the extraordinary nature of this crimson sword from its cry.
"My lord, should this sword be presented to His Majesty, or placed in the armory of the Evil Suppression Division...?"
Yan Zhong glanced at the crimson sword in Huo Qubing's hand and said with a worried expression, "This sword is too eerie. I'm afraid that apart from you, the Marquis, no one in the world can subdue this evil sword."
Huo Qubing gripped the crimson sword in his hand and said slowly, "Keep this sword with me for now, in case of unforeseen circumstances."
"You two take the brothers and clean this place up."
"Yes!"
……
The Bureau of Suppressing Evil.
Gongyang Wan, dressed in a palace dress, was constantly wetting a towel to cool down Gongyang Zhuo, who was lying on the couch.
"sister……"
"sister……"
Gongyang Zhuo weakly uttered a series of calls.
Gongyang Wan grasped Gongyang Zhuo's hand with a worried expression and quickly replied, "Sister is here, sister is here."
"Why is Ah Zhuo's forehead still so hot even after running a fever for so long..."
boom!!!
As the crimson sword descended from the sky and landed outside Chang'an City, Gongyang Zhuo's body began to heat up rapidly!
Gongyang Wan was flustered and kept wetting a towel with water to cool down Gongyang Zhuo.
But Gongyang Zhuo was like a giant furnace, instantly evaporating all the moisture from the wet towel!
Gongyang Wan had no choice but to keep changing the water to physically cool Gongyang Zhuo down!
Finally, thanks to Gongyang Wan's tireless efforts, Gongyang Zhuo's body temperature dropped significantly and returned to normal...
Gongyang Zhuo slowly opened his eyes and looked at Gongyang Wan, who had a worried expression.
"sister……"
"Ah Zhuo, you scared me to death! What just happened?" Gongyang Wan asked anxiously.
Gongyang Zhuo did not answer, but looked around at the antique architectural style and frowned.
How did I end up back here again?
"Sister, I'm thirsty, do you have any Coke?" Gongyang Zhuo asked.
"What music?" Gongyang Wan asked, looking completely bewildered.
Gongyang Zhuo was convinced that he had been swept up in the torrent of fate associated with the key to the gate, and arrived in the Han Dynasty...
"Sis, it's okay if you don't have any, I'll just have some water."
"Okay, okay, you sit down, I'll pour you some!"
Gongyang Wan immediately put down the towel in her hand in a flurry, poured a cup of tea from the teapot on the table, carefully blew on the tea to cool it down, and handed it to Gongyang Zhuo.
"Be careful, it's hot."
"Thank you, sister."
Gongyang Zhuo smiled and accepted the tea from his sister. He was the supreme god of fire, and a mere cup of tea couldn't scald him.
Boom boom boom!
A knock sounded on the door, and Huo Qubing's voice came from outside.
"How is Ah Zhuo?"
Gongyang Wan opened the door and expressionlessly let Huo Qubing in.
Huo Qubing, carrying a crimson sword, walked up to Gongyang Zhuo.
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
"No need for formalities, how are you?" Huo Qubing asked.
"Thank you for your concern, Lord Marquis. With my sister's care, I am much better now."
Gongyang Zhuo replied with a smile, his gaze slowly falling on the crimson sword at Huo Qubing's waist...