The nameless sword, which had come from the Dongyue Sword Pool to the sky above River Province in a spurt of energy, seemed to have the intelligence of a human. After being enraged, its aura increased instead of decreasing. The sword qi swirled chaotically, illuminating Hsu Fengnian's purple-gold aura. The chilling sword light had solidified, whipping Hsu Fengnian's body. Ripples appeared on his robe that was flowing with aura energy.
The sword swept past Dongyue Path, Guangling Path, Gangnam-do Path, and Huainan Path.
One sword light chilled nineteen provinces.
At this moment, it had almost reached the peak. Its momentum was unstoppable.
Hsu Fengnian pressed his palm against the sword tip. In order to weaken the terrifying momentum of the sword, he had no choice but to bend his knees slightly and lean his body forward.
One man and one sword dragged a thick trail of smoke and mist in the sky.
They passed Boze Peak, Zixiu Peak, and Old Man Peak.
Hsu Fengnian's retreating figure passed three peaks in a row.
He was less than fifty li away from the sword formation at the border of Youzhou.
Hsu Fengnian's robe was covered in hard frost. The aura that leaked out of his body was clearly not enough to disperse the frenzied sword intent.
When Hsu Fengnian saw Goddess Peak from the corner of his eye, he finally let out a breath.
The sword tip pierced his palm instantly!
Blood splattered.
Hsu Fengnian used the sword tip as a fulcrum and leaned his body forward. His posture was like pushing a mountain with one hand and shaking Kunlun with his strength.
They passed Goddess Peak, Jiazi Peak, and Dansha Peak.
They passed three more mountains.
The sword tip had completely pierced Hsu Fengnian's palm and slightly peeked out from the back of his hand!
Hsu Fengnian was expressionless. He stretched out his left hand and placed it on the back of his right hand.
The aura in Hsu Fengnian's body circulated for eight hundred li in an instant, surging like the tide of Guangling River.
Two palms, one horizontal and one vertical.
Layered Thunder!
But in the short three li, the sword tip still peeked out from the back of Hsu Fengnian's left hand. The sword tip was only an inch long, but it had a lofty aura.
Hsu Fengnian stomped his foot.
Thunderous roars could be heard from the ground of River State.
He allowed the tip of the sword to pierce his back another inch.
The momentum of the sword finally paused.
The scarlet blood flowed down the back of Hsu Fengnian's hand and into his sleeve, and then quickly condensed into a pool of blood frost.
Although the forward momentum of the long sword had been forcibly stopped, it did not mean that the momentum of the sword had begun to decline.
Almost every time Hsu Fengnian retreated one li, the tip of the sword would pierce through the back of Hsu Fengnian's second hand by half an inch.
It was only 20 miles away from the border of Youzhou Province.
The longsword began to draw an arc in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed downwards as it fell towards the land of Youzhou.
Hsu Fengnian leaned forward and gradually straightened his body.
A traveler straightens his lapel when he is close to home.
The tip of the long sword touched Hsu Fengnian's right chest.
It was just a hair's breadth away from piercing through.
The twenty or so flying swords behind Hsu Fengnian buzzed at the same time. After gathering together, they sounded like drums in the battlefield, resounding through the clouds.
Bleeding from the seven orifices?
Hsu Fengnian was already bathed in blood.
In particular, his face, which was not covered by the long robe, was constantly seeping blood. Before the dense sword energy could clear it, fresh blood would flow out.
Ten li.
The longsword had already pierced through his chest.
Hsu Fengnian had maintained his posture from beginning to end with his palms pressed against the sword.
He lowered his head to look at the sword. The blood obstructed his eyes, so his vision was somewhat blurry.
Hsu Fengnian twitched the corner of his mouth and lightly spat out a mouthful of blood onto the sword.
I'm not having a good time, but aren't you also on the verge of collapse?!
The longsword hummed, stirring up the flesh of Hsu Fengnian's wound.
Five li.
The long sword of one zhang.
Five zhang was in front of Hsu Fengnian.
The other five zhang was behind Hsu Fengnian.
No one could imagine such a tragic scene.
Three li.
The sword array was silent.
Just like when the Northern Liang Steel Cavalry truly launched a charge to the death, there were no shouts from the other armies.
The sword had already pierced through seven zhang.
Hsu Fengnian's lips moved slightly, but his words were unclear.
When he was young, his mother said with a smile, "Xiaonian, you have to remember, the Xu family is the gateway to the Central Plains." It had nothing to do with who the Liyang Emperor was, and it had nothing to do with whether the people of the Central Plains scolded the Xu family or not.
The man who had never dared to talk back to the princess said boldly for the first time, "Xiaonian, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously! War is not fun. Don't try to be a hero if you can. " What's wrong with my son, Xu Xiao? Must he sacrifice his life for the country? There's no such thing!
Hsu Fengnian just said to himself, "Mother, I'll listen to you, not my father."
Two li.
Behind him were the barren mountains and rivers of Youzhou.
The longsword had already pierced through eight zhang!
It wanted to struggle mightily between the weakening and exhaustion of its momentum.
Hsu Fengnian's palms clenched into fists. His palms were badly mangled and his bones could be seen. He tightly gripped the longsword, which was only three zhang sharp, and pulled it out!
One li.
Hsu Fengnian staggered backward, but his hands were tightly pressed against his chest, tightly gripping the tail of the longsword.
He didn't want to let go!
Half a li.
Hsu Fengnian continued to hold the tail of the longsword with one hand, while his other hand went behind his back and gripped the tip of the sword that had pierced through his chest.
Beiliang's million-strong army is pressing down, but Liangzhou's Hutou City and Youzhou's Xiaguang City are still there. As long as one person in the city is still alive, the city is still there.
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes.
Beiliang was unwilling to fight to the death and retreat.
Because we can't retreat!
Hsu Fengnian didn't break the longsword with his bare hands.
Instead, he broke the one-zhang sword with brute force!
— —
After the sound of the longsword breaking.
It seemed like a long period of time had passed.
In the end, Hsu Fengnian bowed his head and stood to the east of the sword formation. He was only a few feet away from the solemn sword formation.
Both of his hands were holding a broken sword.
This ten thousand li sword could pass through the four paths and nineteen provinces of Liyang, but it couldn't take a single step into Beiliang.
After the longsword was broken, the millions of strands of sword energy scattered in all directions. They were all blocked by the sword formation outside of Youzhou.
— —
This summer, Great Peace City, where the sun was high in the sky, rained heavily.
Sword rain.
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