The sun rose in the sky, shining brilliantly with the first rays of dawn.
It was daybreak, and a flying sword had arrived before anyone else.
Xu Yanbing gazed into the distance and sneered, "It seems like they don't come with good intentions."
For the first time, Hsu Fengnian felt somewhat absent-minded. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have such a feeling of homesickness. It would be a joke to say that the other party's menacing approach made Hsu Fengnian feel apprehensive. Hsu Fengnian had experienced this kind of preemptive display of strength through the use of Sword Qi and Sword Intent. In fact, Hsu Fengnian had seen quite a few of the grandmasters who used the Sword Dao in the world. From the earliest Old Huang and the old man in the sheepskin fur coat, to Đồng Thái, who killed a Celestial with a flying sword on the shore of the East Sea, to Song Nianqing, who led his horse into the city to meet his death, to the ancestor of the Wu family's Sword Tomb, and so on. Hsu Fengnian had long reached the point where he was used to seeing such things. But for some reason, Hsu Fengnian felt somewhat uneasy when he saw the sword that flew a hundred li across the sky and visited the army camp.
It was the time when the sky and earth were white, and the hazy sky was like a sheet of Xuan paper. That sword seemed to have written an extremely straight horizontal line on the Xuan paper.
Xu Yanbing asked, "Your Highness, do you want me to go and stop it? Although the Sword Qi is strong, it's still slightly inferior to Đồng Thái's. At most, it's on par with Chai Qingshan's. It certainly won't delay the advance of our army. "
Hsu Fengnian said something irrelevant. "It's West Chu's only remaining grandmaster of the Sword Dao, Lu Dantian."
Xu Yanbing couldn't figure out what Hsu Fengnian was thinking, so he didn't act on his own. Since he had confirmed the other's identity, Xu Yanbing didn't feel that Lu Dantian of West Chu could pose any threat. Even if the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry didn't have him and the young Feudal Lord, they still had Yuan Zuozong, who had been hiding his strength for many years, and the Wu family's hundreds of swords. If they really wanted to force their way in, even ten Lu Dantians wouldn't be able to do anything. Moreover, Beiliang's cavalry heading south to the Central Plains was no different from sending charcoal in snowy weather to the cornered West Chu. Lu Dantian's sword was most likely the result of his interest as a grandmaster of the Martial Dao. It only had the meaning of provocation and didn't have the intention to fight to the death.
Xu Yanbing was in the mood to watch the show. He smiled and said, "I heard that this person has been practicing the Sword Dao since childhood and his aptitude is extremely poor. In his early years, he searched all the sects in Da Chu, but no one was willing to accept him as a disciple. Unexpectedly, he was a late bloomer. Relying on his stubbornness, he finally reached a high level in the Sword Dao at the age of 40. Then he boarded a boat and watched the Guangling River and comprehended a sword. He ascended a mountain and watched the rising sun, another sword. But I heard that after West Chu was destroyed, he retreated into the mountains. This time, West Chu reestablished the country, and most of the disciples of the family joined the army. He himself also left the mountain to serve as the commander of the imperial guards in the capital city of West Chu. This sword comes with the wind, and purple clouds rise. Presumably, this is the Sun-Watching Sword Technique that Lu Dantian coincidentally obtained at the age of sixty. "
Hsu Fengnian's mood seemed to improve, but his smiling face was still somewhat forced. "I really admire these senior experts. Even admiring the scenery can increase one's power. I can't do it. I was beaten up by others."
Xu Yanbing jokingly said, "Wangye, even if I hear this, I also don't feel good. We are a group of martial artists who have experienced the wars of the Spring and Autumn Period. Haven't we all lived like dogs?"
Hsu Fengnian said self-deprecatingly, "It's the same. When I look at Yu Dilong and the others now, I also feel that I am an old Jianghu veteran."
The sun rises in the east, and purple clouds come from the east.
The Hundred Mile Sword suddenly accelerated after reaching the halfway mark, drawing an extremely beautiful downward arc in the multicolored light.
Xu Yanbing narrowed his eyes and looked at the flying sword. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he opened his mouth and asked, "Wangye, what are you worried about?"
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "I'm afraid that this trip will be in vain."
Hsu Fengnian rubbed his hands to warm them. "Maybe I was wrong. I shouldn't have let my emotions affect my decision and brought the Beiliang cavalry to Guangling Road."
Xu Yanbing shook his head. "Wangye, if you think this way, then you are wrong. This time, when the cavalry left the border, Yan Wenluan, Gu Da Zu, Zhou Kang and the other old guys must have some concerns at first. They may not be as willing to support wangye as Yuan Zuozong and Chu Lushan. But if it was Pang Jianrui, Niu Qianzhu and the other middle-level generals, this is a good job. They have endured in the northwest for twenty years. On one hand, people died on the front line, and on the other hand, they were mocked and ridiculed by the rear. This time, they can finally go to other people's doorstep and show off. In any case, they can vent their anger. Even if they die outside the pass in the future, they won't be too aggrieved. This is human nature... Wangye, the flying sword is only thirty li away from here. Why don't you make a move? "
Hsu Fengnian no longer had his previous melancholy. He smiled and said, "What harm is there in waiting a little longer?"
Yuan Zuozong appeared in the distance. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand. The latter understood tacitly and went to order the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry to continue with their duties and not pay any attention to this uninvited guest.
When the flying sword was about ten li from the cavalry camp, it suddenly accelerated again. It was as fast as a young dragon crossing the river for the first time.
The momentum was great. At first, there was the sound of firecrackers at the end of the street. It was only faintly audible, but very quickly, the sound became more and more ear-piercing. In the end, it was like thunder beside one's ear.
Hsu Fengnian reached out with both hands, pressing down on the Beiliang Saber and the Crossing the River Pawn at his waist.
At the moment of mutual hostility, Hsu Fengnian suddenly let go of the saber hilt. At the same time, the tip of the flying sword that was originally heading straight for the camp was pressed down slightly and nailed into the ground. This half of the sword that was left in the ground was less than ten steps away from Hsu Fengnian. The sword did not move at all, but there was still a purple sword qi lingering around the sword, flowing with brilliant colors.
After a while, a tall old man in cotton clothes strode into the camp. The old man carried a long object wrapped in cotton cloth on his back. He stopped fifty steps away from Hsu Fengnian and Xu Yanbing and looked around. The old man was clearly somewhat surprised. There was not a single soldier coming to 'entertain' him. This made the old man, who originally wanted to fight, feel somewhat disappointed and resentful. The old man had white hair, white eyebrows, and white beard. His appearance had the elegance of a southerner, and his figure was like that of a northern athlete. He had the demeanor of a grandmaster. He glanced at the young Vassal King whom he had heard so many times in the past two years and then snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, the long sword that was nailed into the ground was immediately pulled out of the ground and returned to the black scabbard hanging at his waist.
From the beginning to the end, Hsu Fengnian's gaze had been fixed on the object on the old man's back.
This grandmaster of swordsmanship in West Chu had a status in Jianghu in Da Chu. He was similar to Liyang Qi Jiaje, who later dominated Tai 'an City with one sword. He was a figure of the same generation as the State Preceptor Li Mi and the Grand Preceptor Sun Xiji. When Cao Changqing met this old man, he should also show some respect as a junior.
Lü Dantian was full of Qi. He asked in a deep voice even though he already knew the answer, "You are Hsu Fengnian, the King of Beiliang?"
Hsu Fengnian slightly retracted his gaze and looked at the old man who seemed to be a bit questioning. He said in a gentle tone, "I am."
Lü Dantian untied the rope and took off the object covered with cotton cloth. He erected it in front of him and sneered, "Surnamed Xu, you don't even dare to take one sword from This Old Man. How can you be one of the four martial arts judges? What? Is it because you have a hundred lackeys of the Wu family behind you, plus the ten thousand that Xu Xiao left for you?
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