It was as if darkness was coming at him.
"Who's there?!" The moment he shouted, the sword light had already flashed out of the darkness along with the rushing figure. However, it was just a spot of light. He couldn't see where the sword light had passed. He could only hear three snapping sounds as it passed by him. The figure seemed to have crossed paths with the galloping horse in front of him for a moment, then stepped on the shaft of the carriage for a second time, and had already streaked past him. Then, the galloping horse in front of him flew up. The carriage's wheels left the ground and began to tilt. With a third sound, the figure stepped on the tilted carriage and went far away.
The horse neighed —
Song Xian pulled the curtain open with a whoosh. The light from the fire streaked across his eyes, and the scene in front of him was reflected in his contracted pupils. At this moment, the carriage in front of him was already tilted in mid-air, and one of the galloping horses was already flying. The sword light streaked across the side of the beast in front of him, and extended to the soldier driving the carriage. Blood had already shot up into the sky, and under the high-speed galloping, it looked like it was going to pounce on him. And at the very front was the black figure that had already borrowed strength from the tilted carriage. The figure enlarged in the air, holding a sword with both hands, already in a posture of slashing with all his might. He leaped over a distance of more than 20 meters, and as the carriage sped forward, he instantly closed the distance!
The charioteer beside Song Xian had already pulled out his sword with all his might, but before he could assume a posture suitable for blocking, the metal collided, and with a flash of sparks, he was pressed back into his chest in an instant.
There was a loud bang, and the figure penetrated the carriage like a cannonball. Half of the carriage shattered and flew on the long street. Two figures tumbled to the ground, quickly widening the distance between them and the carriage. One of them was a woman, who tumbled a few times before she stood up and walked forward with her weapon in hand. The other person had been completely disfigured by the huge impact. His bones were fractured and his flesh was torn to shreds. He was left far away on the road, thick blood spreading to the surroundings.
The two carriages were still running, but the horses were already frightened. One of the horses in the carriage at the very front was even cut in half, and the other horse was also affected, rolling with a loud bang. Relying on the huge inertia, the collapsed carriage was still pushed forward on the long street, rumbling as it overturned the various stalls, wooden racks, and leftover garbage that the hawkers used to do business during the day. The carriage's axle broke in the middle, and a wooden wheel flew directly behind, colliding with the shaft. The carriage was still running under the inertia, constantly breaking apart. When the impact of the two carriages finally stopped, nearly a hundred meters of the long street was left in a mess.
The disintegrated carriage carriage, the bottom of the carriage, axle, wheels, and all kinds of wooden racks and debris that were originally on the street were affected, dragging traces of blood on the ground, garbage such as vegetable leaves, dead running horses, internal organs, and people who were trying to get up from the ground with light or heavy injuries.
The wind blew from the other end of the long street, and a woman dressed in black lightly lowered the edge of her sword, walking leisurely. It was summer, and the night wind fluttered her clothes. Her figure was as graceful and thin as an ordinary woman's, and there was not the slightest hint of the fierceness she had when she almost destroyed the two carriages with a single blow. At this time, a black cloth covered her face, and above the black cloth, she looked at Song Xian with cold and indifferent eyes. After a moment, she used her finger to lightly flick the blade, and the sword let out a long cry, slightly trembling.
In front, Song Xian stood up with a long sword in his hand. After all, his martial arts were high, and he was not injured at this time. He just looked at this indifferent gaze and tilted his head.
"Song Xian, I told you last time." Under the night sky, the voice was cold. An injured guard nearby who had lost his weapon picked up a wooden stick and rushed over. The edge of the sword danced, and the sound of tearing cloth could be heard. Lines of blood crisscrossed in the air. The woman walked over just like that.
"I will definitely kill you!"
"Lu! Red! Ti — "
On the long street, Song Xian shouted in a deep voice, and then, sparks burst, and with the fierce sound of metal colliding, the street began to light up …
*****
It didn't take long for them to return to the side door of the Su family. As Ning Yi got out of the car, Xiaochan looked confused, "Young master, what's wrong?"
"Xiaochan, you go back first, I still have something to do."
"Uh …"
After Ning Yi finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. Xiaochan suddenly pulled his clothes, "Young, young master, what's the matter …"
For Ning Yi to send her away, Xiaochan was obviously a little flustered. Ning Yi looked back and hesitated for a moment, then patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, it's okay … Be good, I will be back soon …"
"But, but …"
Ning Yi walked to the carriage. Xiaochan was anxious for a while and didn't know what to say. She walked a few steps to the door in distress, and when she crossed the threshold, the gatekeeper came out from there, "Ah, Miss Xiaochan, have you come back with young master … Uh, where is young master?"
The gatekeeper looked outside, and the carriage had already started slowly. "Young master, young master, he … I don't know …" She was confused in her mind, and thought of some words that Miss said a few days ago. Young master, he left me to see some fox … However, this was just a random thought, and she couldn't tell the gatekeeper.
"Young master …"
The little lass turned around and ran out of the door. In front of the road outside the side door, the carriage had already begun to speed up. Xiaochan clenched her fists, pulled up her skirt, and chased in that direction. At the intersection ahead, the carriage suddenly slowed down and then stopped.
A group of people appeared from the T-shaped intersection and quickly ran past the intersection in front of Ning Yi. It was more than ten personal guards of Martyr of Wu, hurrying to the other end.
How could they be so fast …
Ning Yi sat in the carriage and murmured, then turned the horse around and chased in the direction of the dozen people.
Xiaochan also saw more than ten people galloping past the intersection, and then the young master drove the carriage to follow them. She chased to the intersection, but her face was still complicated and anxious, and her heart was faintly filled with a strange feeling. However, Ning Yi's carriage had already galloped all the way and disappeared on the other side of the intersection.
"What is the young master going to do …"
In fact, after thinking about it carefully, she rejected the idea of the young master running to see some brothel girl at this time. The young master was not such a person. Even if he really wanted to see someone, he would not be in such a hurry like now. However, she really couldn't figure out why this sudden change was happening. The young girl, who had dressed up carefully for today's performance, returned to the gate of the mansion in a low mood. She hugged her knees and sat on the steps, occasionally turning her head to look at the other end of the road, hoping that the young master's carriage would turn back there. When the gatekeeper called her from behind, she stood up again. Just as she was about to turn around, a bunch of fireworks lit up in the night sky.
The place where the firework rose was not very far away, but it was not a celebratory firework either. She vaguely understood the meaning of the firework. At this moment, she subconsciously took a step forward and looked up in that direction. The gatekeeper also came over. A few seconds later, the young girl murmured, "Uncle Bing, that … what happened …"
"Oh, it seems to be a fireworks token used by the army to arrest murderers. I'm afraid that some robbers are taking advantage of tonight to do something … so wicked …"
*****
"Ahhhhh —"
The wind of the saber whistled, and the sound of metal clashing resounded through the long street like rain hitting banana leaves, dense and chaotic. That night, the area around the long street was in trouble. Some of the shops had already been smashed apart by the fragments of the carriage that had been blown away. There were also some rooms that were occupied. The lights were first lit, but then they were quickly extinguished. In the street below, the figures were chasing and fighting like a chaotic dance. Gold and iron collided in the air, creating astonishing sparks. Sometimes there was a loud bang, and a body was thrown into a pile of junk on the street, unable to move. Blood was everywhere, and there were already a few corpses on the road. The brave man holding the knife shouted hysterically, waving the knife light like a net, trying to survive under the huge pressure.
His martial arts were considered top-notch in Jianghu, but the woman's swordsmanship was too powerful. It was swift yet ferocious, like a thunderstorm in the summer. He used all his strength to block, but he was still clumsy. The sparks in front of him were scattered everywhere. Occasionally, there would be an extremely powerful move from the sword, like the roar of wind and thunder, forcefully smashing away the long knife that he had struck out with all his strength.
The opponent's attacks were not just the clumsy style of the sword. Sometimes, she would hold the sword with one hand, and sometimes she would slash with both hands. The changes were quick and natural, dazzling the eyes. Sometimes, when the long knife was smashed away, the woman's left palm would already be in front of him through the gap between the knife light, striking his face, piercing his eyes, or suddenly going for his Adam's apple. That white wrist, her five fingers moving like they were dancing, making it hard to understand that this was such a vicious and fatal attack. He awkwardly dodged to the side, and the sword light came stabbing at him again. He waved his knife to block, and the tip of the woman's foot touched the broken bamboo pole on the ground, silently stabbing towards his waist. Like a cobra that had been lying in wait for a long time, this woman could actually use all kinds of objects around her as weapons, making people feel like they were facing three or four people at this moment, and not just one opponent.
There were only a few personal guards in the two carriages, and at this moment, they were either dead or injured. Those who were lightly injured rushed over to intervene in the battle between the two, but in the next moment, they were spat out with a loud bang, as if they had been ground by a meat grinder. Song Xian fought and retreated, but the woman was like a shadow, and he was completely unable to get rid of her. Wounds had already appeared on his body, and not long after a normal battle, his life force was pushed to the limit at an astonishing speed.
At this moment, he could only continue to swing his knife while shouting. At a certain moment, he grabbed a rotten wooden table beside him and swung it over. With a loud bang, the entire table was smashed into pieces, and the sword light that was slashing over suddenly became soft, silently stabbing into his arm, and then pulled out.
Song Xian did not care about his injuries, and while the pieces of wood were still flying, he exerted force on his legs to retreat. The woman's black figure suddenly broke through the flying pieces, and she was not willing to give in at all. With a bang, there was another burst of fire, and Song Xian's figure was sent flying with blood. At this moment, they were already at the corner of the street. The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and then, the two of them were submerged.
Ping ping, ping, ping — —
The horse's hooves flew past, and the light of fire lit up in succession. At the place where the woman had originally been, a galloping horse neighed loudly. It crashed into the human body in front of it, and stood upright, its two front hooves. Under the huge impact, the woman's figure was already flying in the air, but that figure seemed to be stuck to the front of the warhorse's neck for an instant. With a few swishes, she danced a few times, and then with the warhorse galloping out, the woman actually grabbed the warhorse's reins with one hand in that instant.
More than ten horses seemed to wrap around the woman, and in the blink of an eye, they had already charged far away. The woman's figure seemed to have been sent flying by the warhorse, flying towards a personal guard of the Martyrs of Wu Army on a horse to the side. That person swung his long knife, and the two figures merged together, flying to the side of the ground. After that, only the woman in black stood up. The edge of the sword was dripping with blood, and the knight she had caught had already become a corpse.
At this time, another corpse had also fallen on the road behind. It was the knight who had driven the warhorse into the woman at the beginning. When the woman grabbed the reins and flew into the air, she swung her sword twice, one slashing his throat, the other slashing his chest.
The two ownerless warhorses galloped towards the end of the long street. The remaining dozen or so horses surrounded the woman, their long knives unsheathed, and their murderous aura was awe-inspiring. The woman stood there, and looked at Song Xian, who was now at the end of the street in the distance.
Song Xian's body was covered with wounds of various sizes, but at this time, he still maintained his combat power. He had not suffered any serious or fatal injuries, but he looked miserable. At this time, he was holding a long knife, and his hands were spread open, covered in blood.
"In the end, I still won, Lu Hongti." He laughed. "Jianghu? You martial artists will never understand how narrow-minded you are. Just because you have a little bit of cleverness, you think you have a flawless plan? Don't I know you want to kill me … Just when you were racking your brains to send the people around me away, who knows how many people behind me were planning and plotting against you … "
He paused, and raised his head proudly. "This is true power!"
*****
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