As if it understood the roar of the giant man and understood that it had fallen into a trap, the dull and matte hiltless sword began to tremble violently in the air, causing the air around it to emit a buzzing sound. It was like a bird that was darting left and right, trying to escape.
The old man put his hands on his knees, looking at the hiltless sword less than a foot away from his eyebrows. His eyes were as soft as silk. However, these silk strands contained a terrible power, tightly binding the escaping hiltless sword, making it impossible for it to move.
The temperature of the place where the old man's eyes met dropped sharply, and the hiltless sword was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost. It struggled more and more violently, buzzing, but it could not break free.
This futile struggle lasted for a long time, and finally the hiltless sword fell on the leaves with a sad cry, as if it had lost its life.
At the same time, somewhere in the dense forest of Northern Mountain Road, behind a tree not far from the carriages, a painful muffled groan was heard.
The old man's calm eyes flashed with a sense of relief. With his hands on his knees, his skinny body suddenly bounced up from the side of the carriage, as if blown by a strong wind, and suddenly drifted to the depths of the dense forest of Northern Mountain Road, floating in front of the giant man.
The giant man roared. His palm, which was as big as a cattail leaf fan, fiercely struck down from above. It was as if a small mountain was pressing down on the old man's skinny body. It was as if the palm would easily turn the old man into a pile of flesh and blood in the next moment.
The old man expressionlessly looked at the approaching palm, opened his dry lips slightly, and uttered a silent word. Then he crossed his muddy hands in front of him and made a Mudra.
As the silent word came out of his mouth and his hands overlapped into a Mudra, the dirty old robe on the old man suddenly became extremely hard, and every wrinkle was flattened. It seemed that he was not wearing a robe, but the robe was supporting his skinny body.
The wind of the palm came to an abrupt stop, trembling over the top of the old man's head, but there was no way to hit him. The movements of the other parts of the giant man's body also became extremely slow and stiff. Blood began to drip from the corners of his eyes, and his jaw kept trembling. He seemed to be in extreme pain.
The old man's face was very pale, and he seemed to be struggling. He struggled to raise his right arm to the chest of the giant man, but his movement was extremely slow.
At this moment, the giant man seemed to be controlled by some strange power. He could only watch as the old man's palm approached him inch by inch, but he couldn't do anything to stop the old man.
The old man's palm silently pressed against the giant man's chest.
A strong wind blew out from the palm and the giant man's chest. With a muffled cracking sound, the giant man's rock-like chest suddenly collapsed!
Borrowing the wind from his palms, the old man shrunk his body and retreated quickly. The wind rustled the corner of his robe and made a whistling sound. In an instant, he retreated to the side of the carriage and sat down cross-legged.
In the blink of an eye, the old man returned. His hands rested lightly on his knees, and his robe became wrinkled and dirty again, as if he had never moved at all.
The giant man in the depths of the dense forest of Northern Mountain Road finally regained control of his body. His palm, which he had been unable to strike, smashed a big hole in the ground. However, it was too late. Looking at the bloody hole in his chest, he let out a roar of unwillingness and despair, and collapsed like a mountain.
The old man sitting cross-legged next to the carriage glanced at that place and began to cough violently, and even some red blood was coughed up on his robe.
The guards set up a saber formation and risked their lives to fight against the hiltless small sword, which earned them precious time. During this time, the old man calculated and captured the hiding position of the Great Sword Master. Then, using the hiltless small sword as a bridge, he used his Psyche Power to directly injure the enemy through the air. Completing this blow consumed a lot of his mind and spirit.
Then, he floated to the Northern Mountain Road and killed the giant man with his palm. It seemed very easy, but in fact, it was a very risky move. The Psyche Power in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was gone, and his body became extremely weak.
Fortunately, the outcome had been determined.
The battle at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road had ended. The grassland Horse Gangs who followed Her Highness had proved their loyalty, courage, and strong fighting capacity in the battle. They also paid a great price for killing all the enemy Men of Sacrifice with their slightly curved sabers. Those who were lucky enough to survive were bathed in blood and had long been unable to stand.
The number of surviving guards who could stand up was even fewer.
The old man looked at the tree not far from him with a complicated expression.
As the night fell, it was quiet at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road. The bark of the big tree peeled off piece by piece, like a person rapidly aging in a very short time. Ominous spots appeared, and the body showed signs of decay and collapse.
A middle-aged scholar in a cyan gown slowly walked out from behind the big tree, with an empty round scabbard on his shoulder. He looked handsome. Although he was a little older, he could be called elegant if he was in the brothel of Chang 'an.
Unfortunately, his current appearance could not be considered elegant. Countless tiny beads of blood seeped out of the pores on his face and hands, turning him into a horrifying bloody man. Some parts of his green robe were also soaked in blood. It seemed that his body, which was covered by his robe, was also covered in those tiny beads of blood, just like his exposed face and hands.
The middle-aged scholar raised his sleeves to wipe the blood and sweat on his eyebrows. He looked at the old man beside the carriage and the empty scabbard beside the old man, and sighed with a low voice, "One wrong move leads to many wrong moves. Lyu Qingchen, the Minister of Offerings of the South School of Haotian Taoism, actually … abandoned the sword and cultivated the psyche. If this news was spread out, I don't know how many people would be shocked."
After a short silence, he sighed with emotion, "What's more unexpected is that you can actually enter the Seethrough State at such an old age. Is there any secret method of Haotian Taoism?"
The old man's name was Lyu Qingchen. He answered softly, "I followed Her Highness to the north for a year. I saw some different scenery and people on the grassland. I was touched, so my state improved. It has nothing to do with our Taoism."
Hearing this unexpected explanation, the middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment. He seemed to understand something and kept silent for a long time. Then he looked at the guard leader who was kneeling on one knee among the fallen leaves with a saber, and said in a very serious tone,
"Since I entered the Great Sword Master state, I have always thought that the secular force could not compete with me. Today, you and your subordinates have taught me a lesson."
The middle-aged scholar cupped his hands to salute the guards who were seriously injured among the fallen leaves, and praised, "Brave and fearless soldiers like you are the pride of our Tang Empire."
The guard leader slightly bowed and did not say anything.
"There are not many Great Sword Masters in Chang 'an, but I don't know you." The old man Lyu Qingchen looked at the middle-aged scholar who was covered with blood and said, "The Academy is really a place of hidden talents."
Hearing the word "Academy", the people who survived in the forest at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road could not help but feel confused and shocked. Could it be that the assassination against Her Highness had something to do with the high status of the Academy?
Ning Que subconsciously looked at the maidservant beside him, and saw that she had a thoughtful expression on her face. Obviously, she did not believe this statement.
The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head and said sadly, "I didn't expect that you could see through my background. But as an unworthy junior, I dare not bring shame to the Academy … I'm just a stupid student who was expelled from the Academy."
He was covered with blood, and his body was shaking, as if he could fall at any time. However, facing such an enemy, the grassland barbarians and guards who survived in the carriages were very nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Ning Que was also very nervous, but he was more excited and helpless.
He had lived in the City of Wei for many years, studied the Article on the Response of the Tao for many years, and imagined these powerhouses through the rumors in the market for many years. Today's battle at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road was the first time in his life that he had witnessed a real battle between powerhouses.
He had heard that those valiant generals of the Tang Empire also had their own tyrannical means. However, the border had been peaceful for many years, and as a small soldier in a border town, he had no chance to see such a battle on the battlefield.
The hiltless small sword flew among the falling leaves, the strength to pull up a mountain, the power to throw stones and break chariots, the power of Psyche Power between eyes closed, and the power to hurt people from a distance. These extremely incredible and magical aspects happened one after another in a very short period of time, making his mind shake and unable to calm down.
The Academy, expelled, stupid student, these three words entered his ears, calmed him down a little, but immediately made his scalp tingle.
A stupid student who was expelled from the Academy could kill nearly ten of the most elite guards of the Tang Empire with a dull hiltless small sword. Then what kind of incredible power did the real students of the Academy have?
"They should be Xiahou's people." The maidservant beside him said coldly in a low voice.
Hearing the two words "Xiahou", Ning Que's expression slightly froze, and his body became a little stiff. After a few seconds, he returned to normal, but his eyes had changed from the previous admiration to cold judgment and calculation.
"You are cultivating Haoran Sword, so it is not difficult to guess that you are from the Academy."
Lyu Qingchen said, "But it seems a pity that you did not learn more in the Second floor before being expelled from the Academy. At the beginning, your sword already had the power of wind and thunder, but you forcibly changed it to the state of quickness and mysteriousness."
"The most important thing in the Great Spirit is to be upright and unhindered. You have taken the wrong path, and this choice is really despicable. If you met me twenty years ago when I was in my prime, even if I did not enter the Seethrough State, you could not be my opponent."
The middle-aged scholar bowed his head and smiled slightly, and the smile on his handsome face full of tiny blood beads looked particularly gloomy.
As a Great Sword Master who had entered the Seethrough State, this middle-aged scholar in a turquoise robe was invited to assassinate Her Highness. After knowing the strength of the old man beside the princess, he thought it was a very easy thing to do.
However, the party who provided him intelligence did not know that the old man beside the princess had entered the Seethrough State on the grassland. What was more shocking was that the wayfarer of the South School of Haotian Taoism actually chose to abandon the sword and follow the Psyche State.
Even so, he would not be completely powerless tonight, but this Great Sword Master did not expect that the Tang bodyguards beside the carriage could cause him so much trouble, so that Lyu Qingchen could calculate his position.
It was a very dangerous thing to be calculated by a powerhouse of the same state, especially a Psyche Master. Lyu Qingchen first controlled the shadow of his sword, and then used the hiltless small sword as a bridge to hurt each other with his Psyche State. Facing the Psyche Master who was the fastest to kill, he had no way to deal with it. His Psyche Power directly attacked his Ocean of Consciousness and Mountain of Snow, causing his internal organs to crack and blood to flow.
Today he was destined to die at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road, so he did not care about the comments of the old man Lyu Qingchen. However, even if he died, there were some things that he had to accomplish.
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