Chapter Twenty Long Street

  Bai Qi's anger had not subsided, but his hands became very steady, grasping the broken spear, and the fire in his heart seemed to have been injected into the broken spear, keeping him extremely calm.

  Anger and calmness coexisted in Bai Qi's body, which even he himself was unaware of.

  Wang Fang grasped the large flag, rolling up the triangular banner on the flagpole, using it as a long spear in his hand. Su Mu and Guo Ai became even more tense, their weapons already broken, the two severed swords useless, able only to draw out daggers for self-defense. These daggers had no effect on cultivators, they were well aware of this.

  A small dagger, which can't even be used for intimidation, is just a comfort.

  The rain grew heavier and the accumulated water in the alley quickly reached ankle level. As Bai Qi took a step forward, a splash of water appeared under her feet.

  On the long street, people's shadows are faintly visible, and Bai Qi feels no sense of security at all. Rushing onto the long street is also a fierce battle. Who has ever seen such heavy rain, yet there are still people walking on the streets? However, it's already impossible to turn back now.

  Bai Qi's speed increased again, his body piercing through the rain curtain, bringing with him a long white line. Ahead of him appeared a tall and sturdy warrior, wearing three layers of iron armor, holding an axe that shone with a blue light, chopping down towards him. The warrior was over 10 feet tall, while Bai Qi was less than 8 feet tall.

  The green light flashing on the battle-axe made Bai Qi smell danger. He took a half-step back with his foot, and the broken gun rose up at an angle to meet the warrior's throat.

  That warrior's gaze fell on Bai Qi, his broken spear invisible, his battle axe still chopping down, as if he wanted to exchange lives with Bai Qi.

  Bai Qi's broken spear quivered, striking the side of the battle-axe, which tilted and chopped into the ground, burying the entire axe head. As the broken spear recoiled, Bai Qi's feet had already spun half a circle, using inertia to draw a circular arc in the air with his seven-foot spear, its sharp tip striking horizontally at the warrior's neck.

  With a crack, the warrior's neck bone shattered. The tall warrior's neck broke, his head tilted to one side, but he struggled to pull out the battle axe from the ground and swept it horizontally towards Bai Qi's waist. The cyan light on the axe blade grew stronger, Bai Qi's skin trembled, as if an electric current was passing through, with a faint stinging sensation accompanied by muscle stiffness.

  Bai Qi didn't care about this axe, if he continued to entangle, he would die at the end of the alley.

  He stepped on the gas and rushed onto Chang Street. Behind him, Wang Fang's flag gun was fiercely inserted into the warrior's throat, completely cutting off the warrior's head.

  A wisp of blue smoke rose, and the iron-clad warrior transformed into a paper man, floating gently down to land on the accumulated water. The red cinnabar on the paper man was soaked by the rainwater, dispersing and resembling fresh blood, shocking to behold.

  A paper man, with combat strength surpassing that of the most elite soldiers of Da Jin. Is this Refiner planning to wage a great war in the capital?!

  Bai Qi saw hundreds of people in the rain, with a strong desire to fight, but couldn't help feeling worried.

  The iron-clad warrior transformed into a paper man, but the giant battle axe did not change, only the cyan light dissipated. Guo Ai rushed up and grasped the battle axe in his hand, weighing it for a moment, feeling like it was around 70-80 kilograms.

  On the long street, pedestrians in the rain turned their heads one after another to look at Bai Qi and his three companions. These pedestrians either had swords hanging from their waists or knives in their hands. More than ten people held oil-paper umbrellas with dense symbols drawn on them.

  The same thing about these pedestrians is that there is no vitality in their eyes. When looking at the white start, they seem a little dazed.

  Bai Qi's foot tapped the ground a few times, and he said: "Wang brother, Guo brother, Su brother, when my father killed the Northwest Heavenly Wolf King that year, he led eight hundred iron cavalry to pursue five thousand three hundred miles, killing seventy-two high-ranking generals under the Heavenly Wolf King. How many enemies were there at that time?"

  "It's eighty thousand!" Wang Fang replied.

  "Hmm, with eight hundred against eighty thousand, my White family has always fought without needing a large crowd. My three brothers, today, will follow me in killing our way out. If we can come back alive, I'll make sure that this calculating Qi Master gets what's coming to him." Bai Qi said this with a smile, without any killing intent visible, but Wang Fang and the others felt a chill towards their youngest friend.

  Bai Qi arrived today, obviously unprepared, but after seeing Zhen Zhen, he quickly and neatly killed the female alchemist, then killed his way out without any hesitation or dragging his feet.

  This is a feat that only a general with a keen sense of crisis and strong on-site decision-making can achieve.

  A tiger father has no dog son, the son of Duke of Lu Guo...

  "Charge!" White Qi didn't need to rally the troops anymore, he let out a loud battle cry and with a swift motion of his hand, he thrust his spear at the young man in linen clothes who was charging towards him, piercing through his skull. The young man's long knife was almost as long as White Qi's broken spear, but it was slower by a fraction of a second, and he was instantly killed by White Qi, turning into a paper man, falling into the water.

  He killed two paper men in a row, and Bai Qi's confidence soared. This broken gun is extremely damaging to the cultivators, and it might be his only hope of surviving today.

  Bai Qi leapt forward, instantly covering several zhang of distance. Su Mu's long knife also caught up from behind.

  They are tied together with Bai Qi and cannot take care of themselves. If Bai Qi dies, they will also die.

  Bai Qi's words just now were not only meant to boost their morale. Bai Jing can lead eight hundred iron cavalry, pursue and kill eighty thousand enemy troops, and behead the Heavenly Wolf King. This achievement is unparalleled, without any exaggeration. If these people are unfavorable to Bai Qi, no one can protect them.

  Bai Jian led eight hundred iron cavalry, but they were private soldiers. After that battle, Wei Guo Gong was put in cold storage by the emperor and returned to his hometown to retire. Such a fierce general would make even the emperor's heart tremble with fear. This time, because of the construction of Tong Ren Temple, Bai Jian was needed, so he was summoned back to the capital.

  A body of flesh and blood, against the Taoist magic, it's not just a matter of having courage.

  Bai's gun technique was already at the entry level, and for this large-scale massacre, he just lacked experience. The broken gun in his hand was like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, mysterious and unpredictable. Around him, white water flowers and flying raindrops mixed with the crimson cinnabar on the paper man's body, resembling a flower rain.

  This broken spear is extremely sharp, and every time it strikes, a paper man falls. Any weapon that hits the broken spear will be violently snapped in two. Bai Qi grew more courageous with each battle, and in the blink of an eye, he had already killed his way out of half the street. His broken army's aura was becoming increasingly smooth, and during the battle, it gradually transformed into innate yuan energy. The True Dragon Seven Kill Spear became even more powerful under the effect of this innate yuan energy.

  Ten years of accumulation, in this battle, let Bai Qi gradually change from a martial artist to a pure cultivator. The paper people who were transformed into passersby suddenly retreated one after another. At the end of the long street, there was a loud noise. A tall puppet statue, wielding a war hammer, rushed over.

  This puppet is made of wood, with some stiff joints, but it moves extremely fast. The stone slabs on the long street are crushed to powder by a single kick from this puppet.

  Seeing a giant puppet over five zhang tall rushing towards him, Wang Fang shouted: "Xiao Bai!"

  His voice was immediately drowned out by the wind, and the puppet's war hammer emitted a humming sound, drawing a thick gray arc in the air, smashing towards Bai Qi. This hammer blow was like a thunderbolt, its speed unimaginable. At least in Wang Fang's eyes, Bai Qi could not dodge this powerful strike no matter what.

  Bai Qi smelled the scent of death, at this moment, the rain in the sky seemed to have stopped, he could only see a huge war hammer falling from the sky, his mind was completely blank.

  Even if he had become a Qi Refiner, being hit by this war hammer would at most leave him as a complete meat pie.

  Wang Fang's limbs went numb, his heart and spirit suppressed by the Taoist magic on the puppet. He saw a bizarre scene: Bai Qi's broken spear, with scales unfolding on the spear shaft, Bai Qi's shadow becoming blurry, merging with the rainwater, leaving only the broken spear in the sky, like a divine dragon, charging towards the horizon.

  In the sky, a purple lightning flashed, but no thunder was heard. Bai Qi's broken spear and the giant war hammer collided with each other, even the sound of thunder was suppressed.

  Wang Fang and others had severe ear pain, and this shock caused seven orifices to bleed.

  Bai Qi felt his entire body go numb, the muscles in his arms bursting from excessive swelling, and fresh blood splashing everywhere. The giant war hammer was struck by his broken spear, shattering along with the puppet's arm.

  That puppet struck without success, its arm disappearing, and immediately lifted up a large foot to trample Bai Qi.

  Bai Qi angrily swung his spear, but found that his arm only slightly trembled and could no longer lift the weapon, dropping it to the ground.

  Bai Qi did not feel terrified, only a little regretful, and died like this, which was truly not worth it. Wang Fang and the others were terrified; with Bai Qi dead, how could they escape being implicated? On the long street, those paper people who had transformed into pedestrians once again closed in, without any intention of sparing the remaining three people.

  "Who dares to harm my son's life!" A loud roar came from the horizon, and at the same time, a black long spear flew over. The long spear pierced through the rain curtain, making a loud rumbling sound, the air violently shook, and the tiles on both sides of the houses shattered into pieces as the spear approached.

  The tall puppet was hit by a long spear in the back and flew forward violently, with the long spear carrying the puppet, flying out for more than ten zhang before stopping.

  "Dad..."

  Bai Qi heard Bai Jian's voice, and his body suddenly relaxed, falling to the ground. The intense battle with the puppet had put his body under a load several dozen times beyond what was normally possible. He hadn't died, thanks to the fact that the Lianqi in his body had already transformed into Xiantian Yuanqi.

  On the ground, the scales on the broken gun slowly retracted and quietly disappeared into Bai Qi's body.

  Wang Fang and the others did not notice this, the three of them were still able to move, seeing those paper men holding weapons, they rushed up again. Wang Fang first held up his flag gun and came to Bai Qi's front, gritting his teeth to hold on.

  The Duke of Wei has arrived, so... it's no longer necessary to die...

  A tall, imposing man flew in from the end of the long street, holding a sword in his hand. His body flew in a straight line through the rain, without touching the ground, and even left behind a vacuum corridor.

  Wherever Bai Jian passed, the sword wind was turbulent, and the paper men were broken one after another. Wang Fang and others couldn't see how Bai Jian had made his move. In the blink of an eye, Bai Jian arrived in front of Bai Qi, his feet landed on the ground, and the momentum all over his body suddenly converged, like an ordinary middle-aged man, with a calm expression.

  "It's okay, nothing happened." Bai Jian beckoned with his hand, and the long spear that had killed the puppet flew back through the air, landing in his hand. He sheathed his sword with a casual motion, then looked up at the sky.

  In the clouds, a Taoist with a cold expression saw Bai Jian coming and knew that this action was considered a failure. He couldn't possibly gain an advantage in Bai Jian's hands. Unless... all nine tripods in Jinling City were destroyed.