Бессмертие, Бессмертие - Глава 103
Li Lingyan moved about in the crowd, and there were always some gleaming blades and swords following behind him. Biluo Palace was determined to kill Li Lingyan with its main force!
"No, Rongrong, your army is too slow. I'm afraid they'll be too late when they arrive!" Seeing the battle escalating so rapidly and fiercely, Shengxiang exclaimed, "Look there—" His words trailed off as Li Lingyan darted through the crowd, his movements growing increasingly sluggish. Suddenly, a dozen or so people around him raised their hands simultaneously, and under the moonlight, countless threads shimmered—large clumps of spider silk were being continuously shot at Li Lingyan. As the number of threads increased, they became intertwined, eventually trapping Li Lingyan in a web.
Li Lingyan's body stiffened, struggling but unable to break free. A shout rang out, and a man and a sword shot through the air like a flying immortal. The sword's light was as bright as autumn water, its brilliance surpassing even the moon in the sky! The sword aimed directly at Li Lingyan's heart; only after the sword was drawn could one hear the sound of his robes whistling through the air.
That was Bi Lianyi's sword strike! Just as everyone looked up in horror at the sword strike that turned their faces white, a soft laugh was heard.
Sword light!
The sword, shimmering with emerald light, was extremely bright and white, resembling a gentleman striking a clapping rhythm, abandoning his pen for the sword to fight for his country, embodying a noble and righteous spirit.
The sword light that flashed up was extremely clear and beautiful. At first glance, it was like the eyes of a woman who could captivate a city. With just one glance, it could make a gentleman lose his integrity and a hero lose his heart!
Bi Lianyi's sword strike, dubbed "National Hero," subtly alludes to the word "Peerless."
The sword that comes at you is called "Suicide," which is an allusion to "death by pleasure."
A national hero has been confronted with suicide!
A national hero, a gentleman of noble character, whose integrity is heavier than Mount Tai!
But can a gentleman's sword outweigh a laugh that suggests "suicide"?
As thousands of people paled in shock, the two sword lights met in mid-air. With a crack, a burst of light erupted in the air, shattering both swords and leaving both sides severely injured.
When a "national hero" encounters "suicide," it results in mutual destruction and mutual harm!
At this moment, everyone, whether they knew swordsmanship or not, sighed. This unparalleled clash was like a fleeting shooting star, disappearing in an instant.
But those who could see clearly turned their attention to a small house across the street.
Just now, Bi Lianyi wielded the sword "National Hero," and Li Lingyan swiftly followed with the sword "Suicide."
This "Sword of Suicide" was still the sword that made Yu Cuiwei famous, and the person rushing towards the "national hero" was of course Yu Cuiwei! Li Lingyan suddenly saw this, his face turned pale, and he forgot to take the opportunity to escape.
A national hero faces the moment of suicide – suicide fails!
Bi Lianyi's sword struck directly at the tip of Yu Cuiwei's sword. Before the two swords even clashed, the force of Bi Lianyi's sword wind had already forced Yu Cuiwei to withdraw his sword and retreat—he was still recovering from serious injuries and his internal strength was insufficient. Although this sword strike was beautiful, he could not unleash even 30% of his power. He only wanted to save Li Lingyan temporarily and had no intention of fighting Bi Lianyi to the death. After withdrawing his sword, he retreated.
Just as he was about to withdraw his sword, something suddenly flew through the air illuminated by the sword light. The thing came with extreme force and power, striking the two swords that had not yet clashed. With a "crack", both swords shattered.
This was not surprising. The "Sword of Lightness" had already withdrawn its force, and Bi Lianyi had clearly seen that it was Yu Cuiwei, Wan Yuyuedan's brother-in-law. Although he also disliked Yu Cuiwei, he could not truly kill him. Therefore, the "Sword of the Patriot" had also just barely withdrawn its force. Just as both sides were withdrawing their force, something suddenly flew through the air and struck the two swords, instantly shattering them both!
The two swords shattered.
The two landed gracefully.
Bi Lianyi stood ten feet away from Yu Cuiwei, and everyone immediately made way, watching the two of them in silence.
Before the two could speak, the broken swords in the air fell down one after another, and then with a "thud", something fell to the ground - it was a gold-rimmed folding fan!
What was cut to pieces by the shattered sword was a gold-rimmed folding fan inscribed with "A Thousand Years of Elegance"!
This folding fan was thrown from a house across the street!
Holy incense!
The incense was able to shatter both the "national hero" and the "suicidal thoughts" in one fell swoop!
This young master is truly terrifying!
Those in the crowd who knew it was the sacred incense but not the truth all changed color. The scene of thousands of people suddenly became as silent as death, and all eyes were on the house.
Little did anyone know that Sheng Xiang knew Yu Cuiwei was incapable of withstanding the "national hero's" sword strike. In her haste, she threw her fan away, exhausting her energy and blood. Now, she was pressed against the window frame, unable to even catch her breath.
But this rare silence was the best opportunity to control the situation between the two sides, and it must not be missed! Especially now that "Young Master Shengxiang" suddenly established his authority! He held Rong Yin's hand tightly. Rong Yin knew that if he did not speak at this time, it would cause suspicion. However, he could not control the situation for him, so he had to forcefully transmit a stream of true energy to him to make him speak.
After a pause, the smiling voice of Young Master Shengxiang came from the other house: "Good evening, everyone."
Li Lingyan suddenly realized he was surrounded by a thick spiderweb. He had forgotten his chance to escape earlier and was now completely at their mercy. He laughed at his own momentary lapse in concentration, realizing that his plans for the night had been ruined by Yu Cuiwei's sword.
Then Shengxiang continued with a smile: "Our friends and relatives are fighting so fiercely that dust is billowing, demolishing houses with such a grand display of power, and killing so many people that even gods and Buddhas are filled with their bloodshed. Little Yan, Little Yan, are you there?" He suddenly called out to Li Lingyan.
Li Lingyan coughed, his tone surprisingly calm. "What is it?"
"Look to the left," Shengxiang said with a grin.
Everyone looked south and their hair stood on end, cold sweat pouring down their backs—unbeknownst to them, a well-organized army of Song soldiers, armed with bows and arrows, of unknown number, was already watching them from the south of Jiajing Garden. With Jiajing Garden being demolished, dust billowing, and the sounds of fighting filling the air, no one had noticed when the Song army had arrived.
"Ah Wan, Ah Wan ah—" Sheng Xiang continued to call out, drawing out her voice.
Someone in the crowd who was using spider silk to entangle Li Lingyan coughed lightly, "Here."
Shengxiang continued with a smile, "Look to the right."
Wan Yuyuedan remained composed, smiling as she replied, "I've already heard you."
On the right, banners were also erected, layer upon layer, and an unknown number of Song soldiers were facing these "chaotic troops" dressed in Han armor with shields and bows and arrows. The military formation was neat, and the long spear formation was already in place, ready to strike.
“Fighting and killing is wrong.” Shengxiang said with a smile. “Xiaoyan, listen to me, no, Awan, listen to me first. Xiaoyan is a rather scary person. I suggest you use some strange anesthetic to numb him from head to toe, or use a wooden stick to press all the acupoints on his body. Otherwise, it’s not safe.”
Wan Yuyuedan's voice was gentle: "He has been poisoned by my Biluo Majin Powder, which entered through the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot and has now spread throughout his body, rendering him unable to move." Li Lingyan carried the "Holding Hands and Growing Old Together" poison mother on his body, so Wan Yuyuedan dared not let anyone touch him.
“That’s good. Xiao Yan, listen to me. The more than 10,000 Han soldiers you seized from Jiang Chenming are now divided into two groups. One group is on the southern slope of Mount Hua, and the other group is here.” Sheng Xiang suddenly became serious. “The half on Mount Hua has been blocked by the imperial army on the plank road of Mount Hua. They have no food, no reinforcements, no leader, and have lost contact with you. These 5,000 men are no longer in your hands, Xiao Yan.”
Li Lingyan was surrounded by spider webs, his eyes fixed on the small house where Sheng Xiang had spoken. "Oh?"