Xuanxia

Chapter 992 Last resort

"They, can't do it anymore."

Late at night on the street, the graceful and slightly sarcastic voice of a middle-aged woman was heard from a carriage.

The carriage was parked quietly in the corner, and seemed inconspicuous compared to the earth-shaking battle taking place at the gate of the Hell a street away.

Originally, after the Xuanmeng and the secret envoys killed the men in black, they had strong men in the Cave Heaven Realm, so they had no problem fighting against the two groups of troops stationed in the capital. But when those ghost cultivators joined the battle, everything changed.

The advantage of ghost cultivators is that they can outnumber the enemy and challenge opponents of higher levels. Previously, at the foot of Langhuan Mountain, dozens of ghost cultivators had entangled three Cave Heaven Realm powerhouses, making it impossible for them to fight or escape. Now, hundreds of ghost cultivators suddenly appeared and instantly suppressed the Xuan League and the secret envoy!
However, several powerful men in the Cave Heaven Realm of the Xuan League and a group of secret envoys were no pushovers. The Xuan League side quickly summoned up various magic weapons, and the secret envoys, under the cover of the Xuan League masters, drew out their formation flags and set up a temporary formation.

For a moment, although they were suppressed by two groups of soldiers and ghost cultivators, they were able to hold on.

"Master."

Outside the carriage in the corner, the coachman whispered, "It's your turn."

The groom looked quite young, but he only had one hand, and half of his face was covered with extremely horrific scars that looked like burns, and was already a bloody mess.

"Ah."

The woman in the carriage responded, opened the curtain and walked out.

Lan Xiyu.

She was no longer wearing the black clothes or the bamboo hat. Instead, she was dressed like she was at home, wearing an elegant silk dress, a pearl flower on her head, and had her eyebrows drawn and her makeup done. But if you looked closely, you would find that her pupils... were both grayish white.

She is blind.

"Jingsong, go to Mingjian Pavilion."

Lan Xiyu held up the Sword of Wisdom and said calmly, "Young Master Ning may not need help, but if he does, you will do your best."

"Yes." The groom responded.

He...is Lan Jingsong.

The once handsome and arrogant young man has now become a disabled coachman.

Whether it was Lan Xiyu or Lan Jingsong... both were seriously injured on the city wall of the south gate of the capital three years ago.

It was Qiu Chan's fatal sword that injured them so badly!
Lan Jingsong drove away in the carriage, leaving Lan Xiyu alone holding the Sword of Wisdom, walking towards the battle site step by step.

She knew her mission for the day.

The injury she suffered that year was not just blindness.

When the righteous sword burst out with terrifying power, she was the one closest to Qiu Chan.

After that sword strike, only three disciples of Qianfang Baixiao Tower were left. She was also seriously injured and bedridden for half a year. All the meridians in her body were broken, her dantian was destroyed, and her eyes were blinded. At the same time, her soul was damaged and she often had hallucinations, thinking that she had returned to the moment when the sword of justice exploded...

If she had not been the holder of the Sword of Wisdom and the noble family had not spent a lot of effort to treat her, she would probably have become a disabled person long ago.

Therefore, today, it is time for Lan Xiyu to make sacrifices for the family.

She understood that she came here just to fish out a person...

Shirakawa Masamune.

The leader of Xuanmeng, a Xuan-star level powerhouse!
Three years ago, Master Baihe broke through to the Xuanxing level at the Xuanmeng ceremony and truly entered the ranks of top-notch masters.

Over the past three years, Master Baihe has repeatedly ventured deep into the Western Regions alone and attempted to assassinate King Xishuo, and has also attacked senior generals of the Xishuo Army many times. Without her presence, with the number of ghost cultivators that the Xishuo Army has cultivated over the years, the rebel army would never be able to be a match.

Lan Xiyu knew that with her current abilities, even with the Sword of Wisdom in her hand, she would never be a match for Master Baihe.

The moment the other party attacks, you will either die or be crippled.

But... that's enough.

If we complete this last mission, our faction will have won most of the battle... I can die without regrets.

Da da da.

Lan Xiyu pointed the sword of wisdom in her hand diagonally at the ground, and began to walk towards the fierce battlefield ahead with faster and faster steps.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Are you willing to die just to make wedding clothes for others?"

……

"Uncle Jingzhe, I want to read a book here. Can you guys just stay here with me and don't go anywhere?"

Ning Wuwang's voice echoed in the huge hall of Mingjian Pavilion, but no one dared to respond. It was so quiet that one could hear feathers falling. But just as Ning Wuwang's mouth curled slightly, and a hint of complacency and disdain appeared in his eyes, a voice suddenly came from above.

"can."

The sound came from the elevator inside Mingjian Pavilion.

Ning Wuwang frowned slightly and looked up. Li Jingzhe and other secret envoys were also startled and raised their heads.

The mechanism of the elevator turned and slowly descended, and a dark figure gradually appeared.

He was wearing a black robe and a dragon mask.

"Master Ling Jiao?"

A secret messenger blurted out.

Li Jingzhe was shocked. He knew that there were three spirit dragons, but he was not sure which one this was - no, it was that one?

"Spiritual dragon?"

Ning Wuwang tilted his head slightly: "I have heard of your name... There was no one like you in Mingjian Pavilion in the past. I am very curious about your identity."

"Then let's talk." Ling Jiao said calmly.

With a bang, the elevator fell to the bottom.

Ling Jiao walked out slowly: "Let them go, I'll come and talk with you, right here, don't go anywhere."

Ning Wuwang's pupils shrank slightly.

"It seems that our plan is not that difficult to guess."

Then he laughed again: "They are all my old friends, I can't bear to take action, but you may not be... You dare to stop me, you are very brave."

"Really? Maybe I'm an old friend too?"

Ling Jiao's tone remained calm: "For example... we can talk about the story of skipping school and looking at beautiful women at the intersection of Baishi Street."

After these words were spoken, Ning Wuwang's pupils shook violently!
But after being shocked, he actually laughed: "It's you, it's actually you?!"

"Oh..." Li Jingzhe sighed.

He looked at Ling Jiao with a complicated expression. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ling Jiao bowing to him and said, "Master Li, please go and support the brothers in the pavilion as soon as possible. I will take care of this."

Li Jingzhe didn't know what to say.

He could only nod, wave his hand vigorously, and lead a group of secret envoys away.

They passed by Ning Wuwang, and Ning Wuwang no longer stopped them. He just looked at the spirit dragon quietly, with a smile of excitement and disbelief on his face.

Soon, Li Jingzhe led all the secret envoys out one after another, and only two people were left in the entire Mingjian Pavilion.

Ling Jiao slowly took off the mask - under the mask, it was naturally Zhao Yuan.

"emperor."

Ning Wuwang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"You said that I am an old friend and you can't bear to do it." Zhao Yuan said calmly: "Or... you don't dare."

The smile on Ning Wuwang's face gradually faded.

"Yan Kingdom is my world, the capital is my capital, and Mingjian Pavilion is the sharpest sword in my hand."

Zhao Yuan's tone was still calm, but there was an inexplicable hint of arrogance: "You want to attack me in the capital, in Mingjian Pavilion... Have you thought it through?"

"Then, how can Your Majesty be sure to stop me?"

Ning Wuwang's tone also turned cold.

Zhao Yuan curled the corners of his mouth.

He shook his sleeves, and something slipped out and was held in his hand.

That is... the scabbard of the King's Sword.

Ning Wuwang frowned.

"Now, can we have a good chat?" Zhao Yuan played with the scabbard. "I really want to hear about your mental journey when you made the choice back then."

(End of this chapter)