Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 392: Chapter 186: Turning Their Own Tricks Against Them, Subduing by Force

"As long as that Chen Thief relies on his bravery and force, stepping into Xianggu County, it will be his death day."

Cui Boyu said coldly.

Arrays, these things, are very powerful, but difficult to train, and not easy to move, so in Jianghu battles, it is generally difficult for people to fall into them.

They are usually used in battles between two armies.

However, everything has exceptions. If someone voluntarily steps in, it’s another situation.

As long as someone presides in the center, holds off the attacker, and everyone works together, they can exhibit the effect of cumulative cultivation power. Then, by using the array’s power, operating the "Life and Death Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Golden Lock" with the Power of Heaven and Earth, they can lock down the opponent for a long time.

"Alright, you all entertain yourselves, don’t act out and leak this matter."

Cui Huchen smiled without speaking, gently waving his hand.

He certainly appreciated the admiration from the young ones.

But things still needed to be explained. Piaoxiang Garden was quite large, with pavilions, rockeries, and waterside corridors all gathered together, making it conspicuous. The Cui family members sought their own fun, making this trap seem real.

"Just waiting for you to come. If not today, tomorrow the army sets out again to Wangcheng. Once the army sets up, there won’t be such a good opportunity for assassination."

Cui Huchen thought silently, his eyes fixed on the song and dance, yet his heart and spirit guarded inwardly, adjusting his breath, not focused on the performance.

"There are assassins."

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

From the outside came the sounds of screams and fighting.

The officials, nobles, and famous scholars invited inside Xianggu County immediately became chaotic. The ladies attending the feast were also screaming sharply.

At this moment, the banquet had just begun, and the setting sun shone outside, the sunset glow like blood.

From afar, they saw three streaks of golden light raising waves of blood.

One person to the east, one to the west, one to the east.

All were flashing with golden light, their sword momentum huge and sweeping, roaring as they passed.

Under their sword light, five hundred Iron Armor guards, as if made of paper, were torn apart and destroyed by the crisscrossing golden sword Qi.

"Primordial Sect?"

"Chen Ping has come."

Seeing the power of the three, the Cui family immediately knew who they were.

Indeed, the ancestors planned everything without fail, predicting the other side would certainly take such risks, doing this tide-turning strike.

However, though they predicted right, the enemy did not act according to plan.

Not coming to assassinate the main general.

Instead, they went to kill small soldiers, kill guards, which was somewhat hard to understand.

Especially, the Cui family’s deeply detested small Chen Thief did not show up, naturally not stepping into the array trap.

The three attackers were even recognized.

One with a head like Bull Mountain, not a hair on it, bulky like a mountain, over nine feet tall, leading with a sword, like a bear or tiger, his Golden Body radiance rising three feet, where he passed, pavilions collapsed, armor shattered, people flew, he was evidently Han Wushang.

Another, tall and slender, also shining with gold outside his body, his style differed again, his body erratic like an immortal, with rapid rhythm changes, sometimes slow as a snail, other times fast as thunder, appearing in the east, when the sword fell, he was in the west, techniques changing constantly.

He was of course the former sect leader of Primordial Sect, Sun Yun.

These two attacked fiercely, obliterating dozens of armored guards in an instant, yet combined they didn’t garner as much attention as the third person.

Han Xiaoru wore a court lady’s long skirt, her figure charming and fiery, but her face was charmingly naive and fair, however, when killing, it surged like an ocean tide.

The Primordial Sword Form in her hand was layer upon overlapping layer of sword light, advancing step by step. Whatever blocked her path, whether soldiers or pavilions, under her sword light, all turned to dust.

Though her cultivation realm with the Primordial Golden Body was not as high as her father’s and master’s, her imposing manner was much greater, especially the broad sword, as wide as half a door panel, forming a stark contrast with her graceful posture, even in a killing raid, people couldn’t help but secretly marvel.

Some foolish young men couldn’t tear their eyes away.

Though the guests in the garden were shouting in terror, Cui Huchen sat still.

The eight elders of the Cui family, seated in Eight Trigrams positions beside him, also did not move.

Even the gentle and jade-like Cui Boyu did not budge.

Just watched quietly as the armored guards dwindled little by little.

Think, now the outer armored soldiers are almost all cleared, they should be coming in soon, right?

In fact, they were disappointed again.

Next, the second attacking wave, instead of those three Innate strong hands killing to the court before them, it was a wave of arrow rain.

At the gate arch of Piaoxiang Garden, a figure suddenly appeared.

One person with one bow, shooting a sky full of arrow rain.

The arrows whistled sharply, seeming to have eyes.

Each arrow heavy and deep.

The Cui family youth who came with Cui Huchen to the banquet, no matter how hidden or fast they escaped, could not evade the pointed arrows.

County Magistrate Cui Boyuan, drew his long sword, frantically swinging it, only blocked three arrows before the fourth arrow struck him. The arrow pierced his throat, a blast of extreme cold burst open, his head shattered like an iceball, crashing to the ground in pieces.

Behind him, his son Cui Wangxi didn’t even manage a cry, just stood dumbly watching his father, once so intimidating, now a headless corpse, his mouth agape, an arrow coming through the side of his head, his whole body flying from the shot.

Fell, smashed into halves.

"Using Sunset Divine Arrow to kill some trifles, it’s truly using a bull knife to slaughter chickens."