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Chapter 912: Lonely Hong Attacks
A human head was thrown out of the yard from the top of the wall.

The messenger becomes the deceased.

It was like a lump of ice falling into a hot oil pan, causing the oil to boil in all directions, and countless onlookers became frightened.

Zhou Daqian was completely crazy. He killed the messengers twice in succession and completely fell out with the Eight Gentlemen.

Even though he was the eldest son of the Zhou family of the Zuofu, offending the son of a feudal lord was no small matter. It was like hitting a rock with an egg, and the only outcome would be destruction.

Who are the Eight Gentlemen? I have never suffered such a big loss in my life, so I will never let it go.

As expected, thunderous blows followed one after another.
A voice sounded from outside the door, "Zhou Daqian, if you don't want to break things at home, come out and see me."

Zhou You immediately recognized the owner of the voice. The other party was a die-hard member of the Eight Gentlemen camp, Tianfeng from the 'Guhong' camp.

Ying Tianfeng, who also came from an aristocratic family in Dijing, had also served as a "royal guard" in the palace, and was considered Zhou You's senior.

Although he did not rise to the rank of 'Thousand Colonel', he possessed unprecedented prestige and support among the Hundred Lieutenants. It was no exaggeration to say that all his subordinates and colleagues had great faith in him.

These are what Zhou You heard from Ao Donglai.

When Ao Donglai entered the palace, Ying Tianfeng was about to finish his military service. The two sides met only rarely, but the few times they met left a deep impression on Ao Donglai, who claimed that the other party was a master.

In the eighth level of the powerful martial arts world, ‘Guhong’ camped at Tianfeng and took the lead in launching an attack on behalf of the Eight Gentlemen.

There was a commotion all around, and the spies from other families thought that something interesting was about to happen. Ying Tianfeng was one of the Eight Gentlemen's allies, and his trip was of great significance.

The personal guards behind Zhou You became agitated, because the person opposite them was the famous Gu Hong, a leader in the late stage of Qiangwu.

As everyone knows, the powerful warriors of the Ninth Heaven are aloof and independent. They don't get involved in other things and concentrate on conquering the Grandmaster's cliffs.

Going further down, the eighth level is the most commonly seen top-level combat power, and among Zhou You’s personal guards, there is only one eighth level among several strong warriors in the late stage, which is considered very rare.

Gu Hong has always been regarded as an invincible existence among the powerful warriors in the Eighth Heaven. He can even fight against the Ninth Heaven without losing the upper hand.

The shadow of a tree, the name of a person!

Even though he had been away for many years, he had heard the guards spread stories about his deeds more than once when he traveled around the Jitian Palace.

"My Lord, let me go meet him."

The only eighth-level warrior among the personal guards volunteered to fight. As someone at the same level, he also wanted to test how powerful "Gu Hong" was.

Zhou You nodded, "Go!"

The powerful guards of the Eighth Heaven took a step away, and Zhou You led the guards out of the open space outside the door and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Ying Tianfeng held an iron-clad and gilded spear in his hand. It had edges but no blade. It was obviously a heavy weapon that could kill with blunt force.

His neck and limbs were extremely slender, and his bones were unusually thin, making him look like a large bird wrapped in a loose feather coat.

"Guhong, the mysterious skill of the Flying Bird Fist, "Ten Cold Swings""

This mysterious skill is a treasure of an aristocratic family. Its level is not inferior to that inherited by Old Man Baiqin and is comparable to Zhou You's Infant Phoenix Swallowing Dragon Technique.

"Ying Tianfeng, if you want to see my master, you have to get past me first."

The strong bodyguard stepped forward, took out two male and female steel whips, and raised his hands to send out two tornado-sized gusts of wind.

Strong winds entangled and surrounded him, and even a steel pillar could be twisted into a lump of iron. This was the powerful martial arts skill "Nangong Invincible Skill".

Facing the powerful guards, Ying Tianfeng calmly raised the iron-clad and gilded spear and swung it down like flapping a wing.

In an instant, the world was filled with a glimpse of splendor.

The shadow of the stick from Ying Tianfeng's hand overlapped like wings, flying over in a broad and graceful manner, and at once blocked two tornadoes.

Amid the clanging sounds, the male and female steel whips collided with the clubs, causing sparks to fly.

To put it simply, this weapon is an iron-clad stick, with hardwood as the frame, iron as the shell, and decorated with gold. It is extremely heavy when hit by the stick, and its power is no less than that of a steel whip.

"Cry!" A bird's cry was heard, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow of Ying Tianfeng's winged stick overwhelmed the Qiangwu guards, and the crackling sound of winged sticks hitting flesh was endless.

In an instant, the light of the powerful golden body was compressed to the extreme, like a falling meteor across the sky.

In one encounter, the powerful guards of the Eighth Heaven were defeated.

When he landed, the earth shook, dust flew, and a mountain of smoke and noisy aftermath rose.

Zhou You nodded, and two of his bodyguards quickly rushed to the direction where the defeated man fell. He was just defeated but not dead, so he could still be saved.

Ying Tianfeng was indeed powerful. They were both in the eighth level, but he defeated his powerful bodyguards with just three moves and two styles.

The situation is extremely serious. None of the Zhou clan's Western sect masters can show up, and the royal guards are also overwhelmed. Even the strongest eight-layer powerful royal guards are no match for Ying Tianfeng.

Zhou You didn't have much time left, as the opponent was too aggressive and blocked all his ways of survival.

"Zhou Daqian, don't let your guards die."

Ying Tianfeng shook the iron-clad and gilded spear, "Just surrender!"

Zhou You smiled and shook his head, "Not necessarily. I'm still thinking about fighting like a trapped beast, and resisting stubbornly!"

"You have killed two emissaries from the Eight Gentlemen. If you don't surrender soon, no one can save you."

Zhou You listened quietly, slowly took out his spear Baiyun, and pointed it at Ying Tianfeng on the opposite side, "Stop talking nonsense, come on."

The next moment, the shadows of sticks in the sky were like outstretched wings, a thousand meters long and hundreds of meters wide, and they swept across the ground where Zhou You was.

The wind was blowing and the clouds were surging, and all the air within a ten-mile radius was sucked away, creating a suffocating vacuum zone.

If they were not strong, they would not last more than a moment, and would die on the spot with their internal organs bursting and bleeding from all their orifices.

Ying Tianfeng was looking down from a high place, striking the sky against the earth, his back merging into the sky. Facing his attack, it was as if the entire heaven and earth were pressing down on him, and his body and mind suffered unprecedented oppression.

Just now, the powerful guards of the Eighth Heaven were defeated by this move.

"Eight thousand... Gun cloud attack!"

Zhou You used gun to fight against sticks, waving billions of gun shadows in an instant, forming an evenly matched confrontation with the dense stick shadows.

Tigers roared, phoenixes cried, cows roared, and huge shadows thousands of meters high rose up one after another and rushed towards the opposite camp.

The gun shadows were as dense as clouds, rising slowly into the sky.

"Amazing beauty that covers the world!"

As soon as Ying Tianfeng finished speaking, only a broad wing remained between heaven and earth. The wing was composed of countless stick shadows, which slashed down diagonally and drowned out the cloud of gunfire shot by Zhou You.

Puff, the sound of bubbles bursting was heard.

The wing shadow that was powerful enough to crush all attacks was actually pierced with a big hole, and Zhou You stood out.

Even the strongest personal guards like the one in the eighth heaven were defeated, but he actually withstood this wave of attacks and was able to continue fighting with his gun in hand.

For a moment, the whole place was in an uproar.

"Zhou Daqian is already in the late stage of Qiangwu, the level of the seventh heaven."

The power of this shot could not be concealed, and the strength of the late seventh level of martial arts was displayed to the fullest.

The battle, which had long been a foregone conclusion, now became confusing and complicated.

Can Ying Tianfeng succeed, defeat Zhou Daqian and capture him alive?

The sound of the iron-clad gilded spear breaking through the air was heard, causing the void to crack. A silhouette like a giant bird slowly rose above the head.

(End of this chapter)