"The sacrifice of the bigwigs …"
Looking at this scene, Ning Que thought silently in his heart. But he felt two cold eyes beside him. He turned his head and found that Sangsang was looking at him quietly with her face tilted.
They stared at each other for one or two seconds. Usually it was a short time, but now it was a long time.
Ning Que was defeated by his little handmaiden once again in his life. He sighed helplessly in his heart and tightened his leg muscles. He inserted his toes into the thick leaves and slightly wet soil, ready to exert his strength at any time.
In the distance, in the depths of the Northern Mountain Road, which was getting darker and darker because of the setting sun, a sudden gust of wind came among the grey-black branches. The new shoots on the branches were hidden under the protection of the old bark and were not hurt. But the leaves on the ground that had accumulated for many years were blown into the air, rustled, and then fell one after another.
In spring, the boundless fallen trees rustled.
A burly man in a dark light armor appeared in the depths of the Northern Mountain Road. With a thunderous roar, a faint earthy light seeped out of his light armor and flashed away, as if a god had occasionally glanced at him from the clouds.
His two arms that were as thick as trees suddenly rose up, turning a piece of heavy stone he picked up from who knows where into a roaring stone bullet, fiercely smashing towards that gorgeous carriage!
What a terrifying power that could turn a man into a long-range catapult!
The heavy stone whistled through the air at a high speed, smashing any twigs on its way. Along an arc, it unstoppably crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and accurately and coldly hit the first carriage!
With a muffled bang, the luxuriously decorated carriage with a solid internal structure was suddenly scattered into a pile of broken firewood and rags. Inside the carriage, there was a faint trace of blood and broken limbs.
The Tang bodyguards, who had been kneeling on one knee outside the carriage, still looked indifferent, as if they did not see that the carriage behind them had been turned into rubbish and that the Princess, whom they had sworn to protect, had been smashed into pieces. There was not even a look of surprise on their faces. Instead, there was a faint sense of relief and calmness on their faces.
"Frontline, shoot!"
The bodyguard leader shouted in a low voice.
The three subordinates remained in a half-kneeling position. Their right hands had already let go of the hilt of their swords. They held the powerful military crossbow horizontally, aimed at the depths of the forest, and quickly pulled the trigger.
Nine crossbow bolts shot through the slowly fluttering fallen leaves like lightning, accurately hitting that heavenly deity like large man's body. However, that tall and sturdy large man only waved his hand, brushing away the two crossbow bolts that were aimed at his face, completely ignoring the crossbow bolt that hit his chest.
The man's stone-like palms were numbed by the high-speed crossbow bolt. The crossbow bolt in his chest was stuck in his light armor. It trembled twice like an unsteady long-legged insect before falling to the ground. There was a faint bloodstain on the tip of the bolt. It was probably only a minor injury.
Because of the long distance, this wave of crossbow bolts had no effect except for the above-mentioned effect. The bodyguard leader had been mentally prepared for this, and his expression did not change at all. Looking at the tall figure standing in the depths of the Northern Mountain Road, he raised his right hand and shouted, "Wait!"
The three guards put down their bows and gripped the hilts of their swords in their right hands again.
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Because of Sangsang, Ning Que had planned to find a chance to rescue the poor scapegoat in the carriage. However, the situation changed so fast that he had no time to react. The huge man appeared in front of them, and the heavy stone flew from the sky, turning the gorgeous carriage and the woman in it into a bloody powder.
Did he sympathize with the nameless woman, or did he feel ashamed of the little handmaiden's trust as the master? Anyway, his eyes fell on the depths of the Northern Mountain Road, and his face was a little pale.
By using some kind of secret cultivation technique, the giant man possessed such violent and incredible power. However, throwing the boulder that weighed more than a thousand kilograms over such a long distance still made him pay a great price. His face was flushed, and sweat was gushing out of the arrow holes on his light armor. His legs were trembling slightly, and he seemed to be showing signs of exhaustion.
For some unknown reason, in the face of such a good opportunity, the dozen indifferent bodyguards did not choose to attack, but still guarded around the second carriage vigilantly.
The old man in an old robe sat in the carriage, his eyes still closed.
Suddenly, the old man's grizzled hair started to move, flowing on his dirty old robe like a silver stream. The old sword on his knees started to hum, and the body of the sword in its sheath kept bumping against the inner wall, as if it couldn't wait to come out and drink blood.
Weng … weng … weng!
Clang!
A clear sound rang out!
The bright dagger flew out of its sheath and crossed itself beside the old man's knees. It turned into a streak of cyan sword light, rolling up the leaves and splitting the wind. It pierced into the depths of the Northern Mountain Road silently, as if it was going to pierce through that god-like giant body!
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There seemed to be an invisible mirror between the twilight at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road and the gloomy jungle. When the bright dagger flew out of the old man's knees and turned into a flowing light, a grey shadow of a sword was seen whizzing over from the jungle!
The grey shadow was as fast as lightning. One moment it was still among the falling leaves, and the next moment it came to the battlefield at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road. The low buzzing sound at the beginning turned into a thunderous roar in the blink of an eye.
The speed of the gray shadow was extremely fast, and the power it carried directly shattered all the leaves within a few feet of it. The silk-like broken leaves formed a straight line behind the shadow, and the end of the line was none other than the old man who no longer had a sword on his knees.
"Great Sword Master!"
Looking at the grey shadow that had already become a thunderous roar, the bodyguards who had been waiting calmly like stone statues finally changed their expressions, and someone shouted a warning. When the most powerful old man on their side took action, the old sword on his knees pointed at the giant man in the depths of the jungle, the most powerful enemy, who had been hiding until now, finally showed up.
As soon as he showed up, the wind and thunder roared.
In order to assassinate Her Royal Highness in the territory of the empire, the enemy sent two practitioners with extraordinary power, and even a Great Sword Master. This fact made people shudder. However, there was still no fear on the faces of the bodyguards, only determination. The head of the bodyguards shouted, "Kill!"
A series of densely packed sounds of blades being unsheathed rang out. Dozens of sharp steel blades, accompanied by the sound of the guards exerting their full strength, slashed towards the empty space in front of them. Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Swish! Every saber light was so fierce and tyrannical that it cut through the air and the imaginary hills, forming a dense net of sabers, tightly protecting the old man without the sword on his knees.
The grey shadow that was shuttling at high speed swept to the front of the saber formation. Just as it was about to be chopped down by those sharp saber moves, it suddenly made a strange pause in mid-air. Then, it made a turn to the side and miraculously avoided the direction of the saber formation, flying away with a whoosh.
At the moment when it appeared in the dense forest of Northern Mountain Road, it had already become a thunderous roar, which seemed unstoppable. However, no one had expected that when it came to the real battle, the grey shadow would be so agile and strange!
At the moment when the grey shadow turned, its speed dropped sharply. Finally, its body could be vaguely seen. It was like a very thin and dim sword shadow, which seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.
This sword shadow was as thin as a cicada's wing, as hard as a piece of paper. Its trajectory was unpredictable, and it was as agile as a ghost. As it turned and flew away with a swish, it flew close to the edge of a bodyguard's saber, and then brushed his lower jaw, leaving a faint trace of blood.
The next moment, the faint trace of blood spread rapidly, and blood spurted out. The bodyguard held the saber in his right hand, and covered his neck with his left hand. Blood gushed out from his fingers. He stared at the depths of the forest with his eyes wide open, and then slowly fell forward. Until the moment of his death, he still didn't see the powerful Sword Master.
The grey sword shadow drew a perfect arc in the air and once again shot back to the front of the saber formation like lightning. It was suddenly in front and suddenly behind. Its trajectory was unpredictable and impossible to capture. In the blink of an eye, two more guards were killed.
Drops of blood slowly fell in the air. The bodyguard leader's expression was cold and calm. He held the slim hilt of the saber tightly with both hands, and stared at the grey sword shadow. Suddenly, he stepped forward with his left foot, and abruptly exerted strength from his waist and abdomen. The blade of the saber slanted down like a flash of lightning. At the same time, he shouted, "Close!"
With this command, the four guards in front and behind him, who had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time, brandished their steel sabers like snowflakes, forcing the faint gray sword shadow into a narrow space. That space was immediately shattered by the slanted saber strike of the leader of the guards, who concentrated all his energy, qi, and spirit!
The grey sword shadow moved so fast that it was about to be cut by the saber, but it forcibly stopped in a very small space. The bodyguard leader was prepared for this. With a muffled groan, he held the end of the long hilt with his left hand and pressed it down. The slanted saber was raised like a flash of lightning, and hit the grey sword shadow!
With a slight muffled sound, the agile grey sword shadow fell to the dust like a thin snake that had been hit in the heart, and fell into the thick layer of rotten leaves and mud.
This was the first time that the Tang bodyguard's saber formation had hit the sword shadow of an enemy Great Sword Master. However, no one cheered. To be exact, there was no time to cheer. Because the dead leaves on the ground began to shake violently, like a giant snake that had just woken up, and quickly slithered under the feet of the bodyguards.
The dead leaves flew and the wet mud splashed. The grey sword shadow shot up like a flash of lightning, and easily cut through the cotton armor of a bodyguard's thigh, and cut through the main artery that was fatal!
Muffled groans sounded in the saber formation from time to time. The bodyguards fell down one after another. Occasionally, they could hit the grey sword shadow, but they could never completely cut it into a dead object. The bodyguard leader's expression gradually became sad and indignant. In the depressing and tragic atmosphere, he took another step forward, held the long hilt with both hands, and slashed again with a roar!
"Close!" He shouted sternly.
The last surviving bodyguards shouted in unison, and rushed to the grey shadow desperately, setting up the last barrier with their bodies and the saber radiance in their hands.
With two soft sounds, the bodies of two bodyguards fell to the ground without any signs of life. The bodyguard leader's earlobe was neatly cut in half, and blood dripped down. There were a few more bloody wounds on his body, like someone's wild drunkenness.
This was the seventh time the grey sword shadow was struck by the guards' blades. Its speed was much slower than it was at the beginning, but it was not struck down in the end. It flew slowly with a buzzing sound, broke through the blade formation, and arrived in front of the old man in the old robe.
At this time, people finally saw the grey sword shadow clearly. It was a small sword without a handle, and the dim sword body was extremely thin, without a trace of blood.
The bodyguard leader, who was covered in blood, knelt on one knee with his saber. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, thinking unwillingly, "Just one more cut … just one more cut, and I and my brothers can complete this seemingly impossible task. However, a Great Sword Master is a Great Sword Master after all!"
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The seemingly long process of the battle was actually just the time it took for the wind of the saber to become sharp, the shadow of the sword to float a few times, and the blood to spray a few times. During this process, the old man sitting in the carriage kept his eyes closed ever since the sword flew away from his knees, as if he did not know that he was in great danger.
No one noticed that the old man's hands, which were gently hanging on his knees, were trembling slightly. His thumbs quickly pressed the two horizontal lines on his middle and index fingers, like a dragonfly skimming the water. It seemed that he was doing some kind of extremely complicated calculation.
Just when the hiltless small sword flew in front of him, and was less than a foot away from his eyebrows, the old man finally opened his eyes and looked over.
At first glance, the hiltless small sword was suspended in the air, as if it was frozen, and could not move at all!
In the depths of the dense forest, the giant man, who was almost forgotten by people, looked at the bright flying sword in his wide palm, which had been crushed into copper and iron. He was stunned, and finally guessed what was going on. He raised his head and shouted in panic, "He is not a Sword Master!"
"… He is a Psyche Master!"
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