Beside the stone steps were a hundred white horses. The men and horses were silent, and Beiliang sabers emitted a cold aura of the battlefield in the twilight.
The leading general, Ning Emei, was clad in black heavy armor, holding a black iron halberd that was almost fifty kilograms in weight. The black armor of the black horse and the black halberd formed a sharp contrast with the one hundred white horses. It was suffocating.
In front of the Qingyang Palace was the thirty-six men Divine Firmament Sword Formation. The men and the swords were one, and the thirty-six swords were pointed at everyone, shining brightly. Among them were the corpses of Lv Shuyang and the other two and the Taoist priests. A drop of warm blood dripped from the tip of Lv Qiantang's Red Cloud Sword. Shu Xiu was adjusting her breathing, enduring the pressure of the sword formation and the light cavalry. She stretched out her snow-white fingers and gently wiped away the scarlet blood on her left cheek. Intentionally or unintentionally, he stood in the area with the most corpses.
Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded. He had an eighty to ninety percent chance of victory against the three men who had broken through the Jade Firmament Sword Formation. The Beiliang young master who rode a fine horse and wore a saber, cursed the Prince of Qingcheng and insulted the Qingyang Palace was not a capital offense. But ignoring the stone stele of the Duke's Dismounting Horse and riding into the square was a capital offense. Killing eighteen recorded Taoist priests in one breath was even more a capital offense in this dynasty that valued the Taoist tradition more than the Buddhist doctrine. Therefore, even if the Jade Firmament Sword Formation was almost completely destroyed, he did not hesitate to set up the Divine Firmament Sword Formation. He wanted to take down this audacious descendant of a Beiliang general. Acting first and reporting later would be approved by all of Yongzhou, and he was not afraid of spreading the news to the capital. Perhaps even those Yongzhou scholars who were prejudiced against the Qingyang Palace would clap their hands and cheer. Who would care that Wu Shizhen had secretly taken a few women?
But the scene in front of him was beyond Wu Shizhen's imagination. One hundred cavalry charged into the Qingyang Palace with a murderous aura. Were they going to attack the Qingyang Palace? How could this be a simple capital offense? Rashly mobilizing the army and privately mobilizing troops, this was clearly a crime that would result in the extermination of the entire clan!
Wu Shizhen wanted to know what he could do if the Divine Firmament Sword Array could not stop the battle between the Great Halberd General and more than 100 cavalrymen. Wu Shizhen's father, Wu Lingsu, was an alchemist and not a martial artist. He had always believed that using martial arts to prove one's Dao was the lowest form of evil. Qi Xuanzhen had said that his hands were the power of an immortal. But did he hear that Perfected Qi Xuanzhen had said that he was ranked in the world? Therefore, if the sword formation was unfortunately broken again, his father, who was only a master of Danding, was obviously unreliable. Then he would have to trouble the real immortals of the Qingyang Palace. His nominal mother? But the problem was, would Ugly Person be willing to help? The young master of Beiliang was disrespectful to Mount Qingcheng, but she was a crazy woman who often punched and kicked the father and son. Wu Shizhen wondered how he could live to this day. The Divine Firmament Sword Array was created by her secluded meditation. Even the Qingyang Palace's famous "Sutra of Spiritual Treasures" was written by her.
There was only a lonely bell tower behind the main hall at the front door. Without a drum tower, it seemed to go against the harmony of Yin and Yang in Taoism. The bell tower was tall, but there was no huge bell hanging from it. There was only a pile of junk at the top. At this time, a Taoist priest of about 30 years old was standing by the window. He wore a purple Taoist robe and stood tall like a pine tree. There was a faint layer of green Qi flowing around his face, making him look like a Taoist immortal. His divine light was refreshing, making people forget the vulgarity. He was looking at the dangerous confrontation in the square in front of the hall. His gloomy eyes were completely opposite to his carefree attitude. He laughed and said, "It's good that this son of a b * tch's Divine Firmament Sword Array is defeated and killed. It can save some rations for my Qingyang Palace. The incense is poor, and a pig can be slaughtered and eaten. These guys are living gluttons that only come in and don't come out. Relying on that b * tch to ride on my head, they really think they are masters!"
Slap!
A white ponytail horsetail whisk hit his face and left a red mark.
A cold voice rang in his ears. "Wu Lingsu, don't forget who gave you this son of a b * tch Prince of Qingcheng. It's not the emperor who opened his mouth, it's me."
Wu Lingsu, the Palace Master of Qingyang Palace?
The Prince of Qingcheng, who was slapped in the face by the horsetail whisk, didn't turn his head or change his expression. He sneered and said, "Zhao Yutai, if I had foreseen that I would meet you when I was young, I wouldn't have refined elixirs. Instead, I would have learned swordsmanship. With my talent and comprehension, you are no match for me."
The cold voice coming from Wu Lingsu's side was still as cold as before. "You only have some skills left. Besides that, what else do you have? You are a good-for-nothing who is afraid of death and pain and only knows how to stop at a certain point. Can you bear the pain of practicing swordsmanship? If I believe this, I'd rather believe that you have an affair with Empress Zheng. "
Wu Lingsu said lightly, "People can be beaten up, but words can't be spoken carelessly."
The spirited ponytail horsetail whisk took the opportunity to slap Wu Lingsu in the face again. This time, both cheeks were fair and no one had to laugh at the other.
A snow-white spear falcon, also from Liaodong, swooped down toward Hsu Fengnian. However, it wasn't the six-year-old phoenix nicknamed Little White. It was a little less spirited, but it was still a treasure among the green and white phoenixes. Hsu Fengnian used the scabbard of the Embroidered Winter Saber as a frame. The huge spear falcon landed, but the Embroidered Winter Saber didn't tremble at all. Wu Shizhen, who didn't practice swordsmanship but had seen the operation of the sword formation, was stunned. Hsu Fengnian reached out to touch the spear falcon's head and took out a small bamboo tube tied to its claw. It was the personal handwriting of State Scholar Li Yishan. After reading it, Hsu Fengnian's expression was calm. He lifted the Embroidered Winter Saber and the spear falcon flapped its wings and flew away. Hsu Fengnian put down the Embroidered Winter Saber, turned his horse around, and slowly rode toward Ning Emei. He said softly, "Return to the bottom of the steps."
Ning Emei, whose face was covered in black armor, didn't have any doubts. He made a gesture of sheathing his saber. One hundred light cavalrymen put their standard Beiliang sabers back into their scabbard and turned to leave the square. The horses' hooves were light but uniform. Although these one hundred white horses didn't really use their sabers, their momentum was already a level higher than the sword formation's, let alone the result.
This was the benefit of the Pillar State's wanton trampling on Jianghu back then. In Jianghu, whether it was a lone wolf or a martial artist who had settled down, they all had an innate respect for the valiant and cold-blooded Beiliang cavalry that fought under their horses.
Wu Shizhen's heart dropped, but he still didn't dare to withdraw the Divine Firmament Sword Formation. Only God knows if it was the Beiliang madman's scheme. Hsu Fengnian flipped off his horse and walked toward the sword formation in front of the main hall. Lv Yangshu and the other two immediately stood in front of him to protect him. They ignored the 36 Qinggang Swords in the sword formation and went straight ahead. The sword-wielding Daoists didn't know what to do. They all turned to look at Wu Shizhen, who was their temporary backbone. Wu Shizhen was in a dilemma. When Lv Qiantang was only ten steps away from the sword formation, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Withdraw the formation!"
On the bell tower, the horsetail whisk woman called Zhao Yutai by the Prince of Qingcheng sighed. "What a pity."
Wu Lingsu frowned and said, "If you don't make a move, the sword formation won't be able to escape defeat. What's there to pity?"
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