Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 419 Azure Sky
Rumble————

The thunderous roar of horses' hooves echoed almost across the snow-covered plains.

The Rong people rode their horses, the snow swirling around them. Before they even got close, they reached behind their waists, drew their bows, and nocked arrows at the city walls.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

The arrows, like a black rain, pierced through the snow in the blink of an eye, densely packed like locusts passing by, enough to make anyone's heart tremble.

However, the weight of the horse bow could not compare with that of the longbow, because the border guards were not to be outdone. They formed groups of five and, under the command of the squad leader, not only fired several rounds of arrows in advance, but also loaded the catapults they had prepared in advance with stones and strings.

"put!"

boom----

The boulder was wrapped in tarpaulin and coated with raging oil. A torch was lit, and it burned as it was locked under the catapult. Then, a knife was raised to cut the rope, the mechanism tightened, and it suddenly sprang up. The burning flint, like a shooting star, left a dark trail in the snow and crashed down on the Rong army.

The trebuchet wasn't very accurate and couldn't pinpoint the exact target, so shooting arrows like this was practically a lottery.

Although the Rong people knew that it was taboo to crowd together when attacking a city and that they should spread out, their momentum was still overwhelming. The attacking soldiers could not be seen in the distance, so there were still some unlucky ones who fell to the ground and were trampled into mincemeat by the horses behind them before they could get up.

But at this moment, with the city under attack, no one can afford to worry about such things.

Sword Master Chu Ruzhou leaped to a high place, his gaze sweeping over the city wall to survey the Rong army, then looked to the east, where the Goguryeo army was also approaching.

Chu Ruzhou stroked the hilt of his sword, his heart itching with desire. As a martial artist, he naturally possessed a fighting spirit, but with his martial arts skills, there was really no need for him to waste his energy on the battlefield.

It would be better for him to serve as the Prince of Yan's personal bodyguard.

The Prince of Yan has been stationed in Yanyun for so many years. As long as he is alive, Yanyun will not fall into chaos.

Yagu Pass is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it has never had any problems over the years.

Despite the impressive strength of the Rong people and Goguryeo, they could not have achieved anything significant in Yanyun without some ingenious strategies.

As Chu Ruzhou pondered, he suddenly seemed to sense something, turned around to look at the snow-covered landscape inside the pass, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression turned cold and stern.

Wu Kui is a bridge connecting heaven and earth. He can perceive even the slightest changes in the wind and grass between heaven and earth without having to consciously sense them.

Every gust of wind blowing from inside the pass made him inexplicably feel a tightness in his heart.

The somber and oppressive atmosphere far surpassed the bloody storms and sieges that were currently underway.

He stared silently at the pass, bewildered... He knew that not far from the pass, a fierce battle was raging, far more intense than any actual battle.

He secretly wondered if it was Zhao Wumian, Mo Jingxue, or Sa Mantian.

Outside the tavern, snow was falling, and the emerald green beaded curtain fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Boom————

For some unknown reason, a loud explosion suddenly rang out, and the eaves of the tavern suddenly burst open and collapsed. The martial arts travelers who had already fled for their lives were startled and looked back. Snow was falling heavily, and they could only see two black dots rising from the ground and shooting out from above the tavern.

The wind and snow stung his face like steel knives. Shaman Tian leaped into the air, a tear appearing on his felt hat, his black hair spilling out and fluttering in the wind. He had clearly dodged Zhao Wumian's sword, but he had almost been stabbed in the head.

Zhao Wumian followed closely behind, his sword moving with him, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Shaman Tian frowned, slightly startled. Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills were now far superior to those of Penglai in the East Sea.
It's only been a few months!

He avoided the enemy's sharp edge, his long boots lightly touching the eaves, his figure like a snow eagle piercing backward from the snow curtain, but suddenly he turned around and flicked his fingers.

Wipe wiping ————

The ear-piercing explosion was like a crossbow bolt piercing the air. The energy tore through the snow curtain and shot out three extremely conspicuous arc-shaped white lines in the air. This was the condensed internal energy, which at a glance looked like the sword energy of an immortal, stretching for several feet.

This move was silent and stealthy, without even a moment's preparation, yet its power was like lightning and thunder. By the time one could see it clearly, the blade of energy was already in front of Zhao Wumian.

If it were an ordinary martial arts champion, such as Li Jingnan in his youth, Yangshe Congyun, the sword champion, or Chu Ruzhou, the sword champion, they would probably be sweating profusely after just one move, and even if they could withstand it, they would be in a sorry state.

But Zhao Wumian's gaze was fixed on Samantian, making him feel a chill in his heart. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wumian suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Zhao Wumian did not resist directly. Instead, he gripped his sword and thrust it into the roof of the tavern, using the force to lower his body.

The air blade grazed his forehead, and then Zhao Wumian, as if hanging upside down, with his long boots like a windmill, moved smoothly from bottom to top, kicked open the eaves, and soared into the sky.

A white robe, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, streaked across the snow with a chilling gleam, and long boots slammed heavily into Shamantian's jaw from below with astonishing speed.

Bang!
Shamantian had anticipated Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills, but he never expected him to be so fast. His jaw was kicked with full force, and his head was thrown back.

However, the shaman's inner strength protected him, and Zhao Wumian had fought him several times in Penglai without ever breaking through his defenses, and it remained so now.

Zhao Wumian's heart tightened slightly. The idea of ​​internal energy protecting the body was simple, but as far as Zhao Wumian knew, only Sha Mantian and Xiao Yuanmu in the vast martial arts world could do this.

If this move is so simple, then what's the point of having external martial arts techniques in the martial arts world? Everyone might as well just practice internal martial arts.

Therefore, Zhao Wumian felt as if he were fighting against Zhu Jiutian again, with the force of the blows being terrifyingly strong.

Although his body was tough, his energy did not disappear into thin air. As the strong wind raged, the shaman's felt hat exploded, his hair flew in the wind and snow, and his body flew backward uncontrollably into the air.

Shaman Tian was startled. In their last encounter, Zhao Wumian fought him hand-to-hand. With each punch and palm strike, his skin and flesh were gruesomely cut by the tiny blades of energy that Zhao Wumian had placed across his body.

But at this moment, Zhao Wumian seemed to have mastered a top-notch external martial arts technique in just a few months, and his counter-injury energy had no effect at all.

Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Mo Jingxue, holding a wine bowl in the tavern, watched as the two men fought amongst themselves, seemingly oblivious to him. Her eyes turned cold, and she gripped the hilt of her knife.

With just this small movement, the wind and snow rushing in from the gap in the tavern contracted and swirled towards his ceremonial sword, his energy condensed and tightened to the extreme before he suddenly drew his sword.

"My lord, you have quite the nerve! You'd better watch out for this knife!"

With a loud clang, the four-foot ceremonial sword was drawn in the blink of an eye. The force of the sword alone shattered the tables and chairs in the tavern and caused the wine jars to explode. Amidst countless clanging and cracking sounds, a cold glint suddenly shot upwards.

Although its speed could not match Zhao Wumian's, its immense energy was like an inverted Milky Way. Before the blade even got close, the energy had already forcefully dispersed the snow curtain falling from the sky, causing it to fall in the opposite direction, leaving Zhao Wumian and Shamantian with no snowflakes around them, only empty spaces.

When Mo Jingxue was young, she was hailed as the only martial artist in the Central Plains whose future martial arts achievements could rival those of Uudam. This praise continued until Xiao Yuanmu emerged. At this time, he was not yet fifty years old and his strength had not yet reached its peak, but his martial arts were still in a class of their own.

They had already reached the level of Shaman Heaven, Uudam, Wuxiang Emperor, and Zhujiutian.

Zhao Wumian just said that it wouldn't matter if Mo Jingxue and Shamantian joined forces, which clearly aroused Mo Jingxue's competitive spirit.

Although the speed of this blade wasn't top-tier, its energy locked Zhao Wumian in place. Once he avoided its edge, a relentless barrage of follow-up strikes would follow.

Like the clouds and rain over Wushan, fine and continuous.

Although Shamantian couldn't see Mo Jingxue's moves clearly, as a martial arts master, he could understand all the changes around him. Although he was unwilling to cooperate with Mo Jingxue, his ability to find opportunities was top-notch, and he could always find the optimal solution to the battle.

Therefore, as he leaned back and flew backward, he pointed his sword upward.

Wipe wiping ————

With a flick of her finger, two intersecting blades of energy shot across the sky, aiming directly at Zhao Wumian's neck at extremely close range. Together with Mo Jingxue, they pushed Zhao Wumian into a desperate situation in the blink of an eye.

It still showed no signs of gathering power, and remained completely silent.

Who can launch such a deadly attack immediately after being kicked away?

This was completely contrary to common sense in martial arts, which made Zhao Wumian sigh inwardly that Shamantian's "Six Meridian Divine Sword" was indeed worthy of its reputation.

Even Mo Jingxue was shocked. With him below and Shamantian above, the two of them were now attacking Zhao Wumian together. Putting themselves in his shoes, apart from the Taiji Intent of Wugong Mountain, there was no other way to counter it.

It can be resolved with Tai Chi, but it depends on whose martial arts it is being resolved. Everyone present is a top martial artist. Tai Chi is essentially just a soft force. It remains true to its principles no matter how it is used. Anyone can do it.

Even if the True Man Guiyi himself were to arrive, he would probably only be able to grit his teeth and deflect one side's attack while enduring the other side's onslaught.

Even if Mo Jingxue was unwilling to admit it, he had to admit that his cooperation with Shamantian in this move was perfect.

Even if Zhao Wumian manages to escape unscathed, he will still fall into a disadvantageous position and be suppressed, suffering a sharp decline.

All the martial arts masters present were experienced in combat, but Shamantian did not think that Zhao Wumian would be so easily defeated, but he also knew that Zhao Wumian could not easily resolve this move.

If you can't relax, you'll end up in a sorry state... and being in a sorry state means you're vulnerable.

Therefore, after he unleashed two blades of energy with a flick of his finger, he immediately changed his move and flipped his palm backward.

boom!
Suddenly, a hole appeared in the snow curtain behind him, as if there were explosives hidden in his palm. Using this reaction force, his body immediately stopped flying backward.

He had even prepared for subsequent changes in tactics, just waiting for Zhao Wumian to reveal the slightest flaw when he resolved the siege.

But as soon as he stopped exerting force and looked directly at Zhao Wumian, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Besieged by two of the world's top martial arts masters, anyone who saw him would know that Zhao Wumian was in dire straits. However, no one knew that he still possessed the Transformation of Emptiness Immortal Technique, which he had comprehended from the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace... But at this moment, he did not need to use this immortal technique.

Suddenly, a bright sword tip appeared on Mo Jingxue's neck, causing his pupils to shrink abruptly.

Zhao Wumian had just drawn his sword from the eaves of the tavern and was gripping it in his hand when he and Samantian both watched.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword had already touched Mo Jingxue's neck, and would pierce his throat in the next instant.

The fastest swordsman in the martial arts world!

Emperor Wuxiang died a just death!
Mo Jingxue didn't even have time to think about the fact that his ceremonial sword was clearly a foot longer than Zhao Wumian's, yet it was Zhao Wumian's sword that touched him first.

He only had time to twist the blade sharply and parry.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and thrust out his Hundred-Step Flying Sword, his eyes cold. Seeing Mo Jingxue retract her blade, he immediately kicked out from mid-air, using the tip of his foot to lightly step on Mo Jingxue's blade for leverage, and then withdrew his foot immediately.

He moved like a snow-piercing falcon, narrowly missing the two blades of energy by the slightest distance, his movements incredibly agile and elusive.

His white robe hem and a strand of black hair were slashed off by the air blade, yet he didn't suffer even the slightest external injury.

At this moment, Shaman Tian had just regained his balance when he saw Zhao Wumian, like a ghost, pass through his two qi blades and approach him directly. Immediately afterward, he heard a loud bang.

Boom!

Zhao Wumian spun around, and the scabbard in his hand, propelled by his rotation, became like a heavy mace. It slid through the air with a sonic boom before slamming into Shamantian's cheek.

Zhao Wumian made this move without holding back. His physique, which had been nurtured by Ziyi for several months, combined with the Heavenly Demon Blood Release, had already reached an inhuman level of strength.

At this moment, the scabbard slammed down, and although it did not break through the defense, Shaman Tian spun vertically in mid-air like a top, and in the blink of an eye, he crashed into the snow surface, and like a plow, he slid a groove dozens of feet long in the snow, and his momentum did not diminish.

Even Zhao Wumian's sword sheath couldn't withstand the reaction force, and a crack appeared, causing him a pang of heartache. He suddenly turned around and looked at Mo Jingxue.

Mo Jingxue only realized at this moment that Zhao Wumian had thrown his long sword in mid-air. The back of his clothes was already soaked with sweat. When he saw Zhao Wumian suddenly looking at him, his heart skipped a beat.

He twisted his blade and just as he swept the Qingxu sword aside, he saw Zhao Wumian, dressed in white, descend like a snow eagle catching a rabbit, and with a wave of his hand, he used the Crane Controlling Dragon Capturing Technique to draw the Qingxu sword that had been knocked away into his palm, and twisted the blade sharply.

Clang!

Shaman Tian crashed into the snow, raising a large snow curtain that obscured his vision. But the next instant, a sword rang out, its cold light dazzling, like the pale moonlight scattering its radiance, beams of cold light piercing through the snow mist. Immediately following was a loud 'thud'.

Zhao Wumian gripped his longsword, as if to vent his anger on Mo Jingxue. He suddenly pressed down, and in the blink of an eye, Xue Zhongjinghong struck Mo Jingxue's raised ceremonial sword, directly slamming Mo Jingxue into the tavern, his feet landing on the ground.

The vermilion floor of the tavern shattered under the immense force, and Zhao Wumian withdrew his sword the moment it touched the ground. He gripped the scabbard in his hand and planted it upside down in the ground, pressing his body down.

Using the scabbard as a fulcrum, he suddenly raised his boots, which glided effortlessly through the air in a semi-circle before slamming them heavily onto Mo Jingxue's hastily raised forearm from the side.

The immense force caused Mo Jingxue's wrist guard to shatter instantly, but as a fellow top martial artist, he was not so easily at a disadvantage.

Although he was slower than Zhao Wumian, his physique was in no way inferior to Zhao Wumian's. After being kicked back three steps, he forcibly stopped the force of his attack, immediately released his right hand that was holding the knife, and grabbed Zhao Wumian's boot with his other hand.

His muscles bulged, and he looked like a madman, grabbing Zhao Wumian by the calf and about to slam him heavily to the ground.

Boom!

The vermilion ground instantly turned to dust, revealing the dark foundation of the tavern, and a semi-circular pit appeared on the foundation.

Zhao Wumian never expected that after being raised by Ziyi for so long, Mo Jingxue was in no way inferior to him in terms of physique.

Mo Jingxue was about to continue slamming Zhao Wumian to the ground, but Zhao Wumian released the Qingxu Sword, touched the ground with both hands, his arms tensed like springs, and sprang up from the ground, his legs landing on Mo Jingxue's chest.

Bang!
Mo Jingxue staggered back several steps, his back slamming against the restaurant's supporting pillar and wall, and he was kicked into the snow. He was still on his balance, but a loud explosion came from behind him in the blink of an eye.

Shamantian appeared behind him from nowhere, his single hand almost pressing down the blizzard as he struck him in the back.

The moment the palms struck, the snow beneath their feet was blown away by the force of the energy, revealing the ground beneath, with several red flowers and green stems that had not yet bloomed in the snow.

Blood seeped from Mo Jingxue's mouth, but she never forgot Shamantian. Holding the knife in one hand, she suddenly turned around, and the blade collided head-on with Shamantian's palm.

boom!
The raging energy tore the tavern apart in the blink of an eye, causing it to collapse with a crash, seemingly burying Zhao Wumian.

But as soon as the two clashed, their energy flew wildly. Before the tavern collapsed, a glint of sword light suddenly slid out from within and struck Shamantian's neck in the blink of an eye.

This sword could not possibly break through his defenses, but Shaman Tian suddenly felt a sense of alarm and withdrew his strength without hesitation. However, by withdrawing his strength at this moment, he undoubtedly gave Mo Jingxue the upper hand.

Shaman's figure instantly transformed into a cannonball, shooting backward and leaving a deep crater in the snow, even smashing several small hills.

As soon as Mo Jingxue drew her sword, she immediately twisted her hand to the side, drawing out half a fan of cold light, which swept towards Zhao Wumian beside her.

No matter how high Zhao Wumian's external martial arts skills were, he didn't have the habit of using his body to directly block the moves of a master of the same level. He attacked almost simultaneously with Mo Jingxue, raising his arm and pressing forward, his elbow hitting Mo Jingxue's wrist holding the knife.

Zhao Wumian was well aware of the techniques of the Wushan Saber and was determined not to get entangled with Mo Jingxue.

The ceremonial sword was too long to be used freely at close range. At this moment, the sword's momentum was interrupted, and the two of them stomped their feet on the ground almost simultaneously, bending their knees to collide.

The two had just been fighting together against Shamantian, but now they suddenly turned on each other.

That's natural... All three of them are proud and would never join forces. Even if they do cooperate occasionally, it's only because it was the best solution at the time.

From this reaction alone, Zhao Wumian knew that Mo Jingxue's martial arts skills were even stronger than those of the Wuxiang Emperor.

If he were to fight Zhu Jiutian, although he might not be able to break through his defenses, he would certainly not be defeated.

But Zhao Wumian, as the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world, must be fast in every aspect!

Therefore, Mo Jingxue regretted her move as soon as she made it. Sure enough, Zhao Wumian's knee strike, like crashing into a city wall, landed on his chest first.

Mo Jingxue also knew how to practice external martial arts, but she was clearly not as good as Zhao Wumian. Sha Mantian was so abnormal that he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. His burly figure was like an arrow released from a bow. His feet pressed against the snow and pulled two hundred-foot grooves backward.

The accumulated snow had already turned into snow mist under the fierce energy of the group, a vast expanse of white.

Zhao Wumian turned his sword, pointing it straight forward, with the blade parallel to the ground; this was the starting stance for the Heavenly Net Spear.

The snow and wind seemed to freeze over the sky.

hum-

The next instant, a deep pit suddenly appeared on the spot, but Zhao Wumian himself was nowhere to be seen. Only a streak of white snow-covered wild goose skimmed across the ground, spanning a distance of a hundred feet, leaving only the sound of a sword.

"What a sword!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Mo Jingxue's mouth, but she burst into laughter, looking delighted. She gripped her knife with both hands, intending to have a good match with Zhao Wumian.

But Shamantian burst out of the snow mist, appearing suddenly behind him like a lonely ghost among the snow-capped mountains.

This time, his presence was suppressed to the extreme, and his palm silently touched Mo Jingxue's back.

If it were a one-on-one fight, Mo Jingxue would obviously not have been caught off guard so quickly.

But now, with Zhao Wumian in front and Shamantian behind... the tables have turned, and this time it's Mo Jingxue's turn to be besieged.

However, his actual strength was clearly weaker than Zhao Wumian's.

"You son of a bitch—"

He cursed, but before he could finish speaking, the shaman's powerful energy had already ravaged his body. Suddenly, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Wumian frowned, but changed his move and instead stabbed at Shamantian.

Suddenly, a tiny blood hole appeared simultaneously on Mo Jingxue's chest, on the blood that spurted out of his body, and on Zhao Wumian's ribs.

Three tiny notches, aligned at the same horizontal line.

Shamantian stood behind Mo Jingxue, revealing a pale face devoid of expression. The hand imprinted on Mo Jingxue's back had somehow turned into a sword finger.

My fingertips were right in front of those three tiny notches.

Since the Shaman's internal energy has solidified into a tangible substance, in addition to the use of energy blades, there is naturally also the concept of 'energy bullets'.

This move concentrates internal energy in one place without any leakage. Its speed, penetration, and concealment are all top-notch in the world.

That was his trump card.

This is the true Six Meridians Divine Sword.

He has roamed the martial world for a century, and there are very few people who could force him to use this move. Even Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue did not know that he had such a trick up his sleeve.

Even so, he still pretended to attack Mo Jingxue, but in reality, he was using a feint to attack Zhao Wumian.

Martial arts skills, temperament, strategy, judgment of the battle situation... Shamantian has no weaknesses.

Even though Zhao Wumian's sword sensed something, the move was too fast, and he didn't have time to change his move before he was injured.

Blood seeped from Zhao Wumian's teeth, but his expression remained unchanged. Having already been hit, he naturally had no reason to change his move, and he didn't care whether he had been injured in a vital area. He simply increased his speed even more.

"Shaman God!"

Blood kept gushing from Mo Jingxue's throat, almost overwhelming his trachea, and anger surged in his heart... He didn't care that he had been tricked, he only cared that even if Shamantian made a move against him, the target of his killing move would be Zhao Wumian.

Who the hell do you think you are?!
However, he had to admit that he currently had no means of countermeasures, so he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet heavily, turned around, reached out, and grabbed Shamantian's arm.

Their robes billowed back and forth, a result of using both soft and skillful techniques.

Shaman Tian sought to break free, while Mo Jingxue aimed to restrain him.

"Draw your sword!" Mo Jingxue's throat was full of blood, her voice hoarse. She was determined to rely on Zhao Wumian to give Sha Mantian a hard blow.

He had no idea how to neutralize the internal energy protecting him from the shaman's power... but he believed that Zhao Wumian must have a way.

The tide turned again, and it was Shamantian's turn to be besieged by Mo Jingxue and Zhao Wumian.

"Catch the sword!"

Zhao Wumian let out a long roar and, without hesitation, soared into the sky, without approaching Shamantian.

He lightly brushed two fingers across the gleaming blade, and a mysterious aura seemed to emerge from it.

The sword was held diagonally in front of his shoulder, and then paused, and the swirling snow fell silent.

Even though Zhao Wumian hadn't gotten close, Shamantian's pupils were still wide open as he glanced at him, a sense of crisis pounding in his heart.

He disregarded Mo Jingxue, raised his hand and pointed his sword. With a few soft whooshing sounds, the sword pierced through the snow curtain, and his solidified internal energy rushed towards Zhao Wumian in the blink of an eye.

But this was all in vain.

He suddenly drew his sword, the blade tilting to the side. Before LS Mantian could feel any pain, in the blink of an eye, he saw that Zhao Wumian's sword had suddenly torn a gap in the snow curtain.

The sword's energy did not leak out at all; it didn't create much of a spectacle, just a tiny gap.

But gradually, the gaps in the snow curtain parted to the sides, like a hundred-foot-long eye suddenly opening behind Zhao Wumian.

Deep within his eyes, there was the azure sky.

All around my eyes were swirling white snowflakes.

Pfft—

A flash of blood appeared before Shaman's chest.

A sword mark, almost cleaving him diagonally in two, was suddenly imprinted on his body.

Mo Jingxue looked up at the eye-shaped blue sky behind Zhao Wumian, no longer caring about Shamantian.

He was utterly horrified.

Having reached their level of martial arts skill, they were fully aware of the origins and history of this sword.

The spatial principles of the gilded Boshan incense burner!

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I wrote an extra thousand words, don't click on the coins.

I originally planned to finish this chapter, but after thinking about it, I realized that the focus of the next chapter isn't on this fight, and there aren't many words left to write. I'll just wrap it up and that's it, so I'll stop here.

If I continue writing, the emotions and plot need to be conveyed in one go, and I can't stop until I've written 10,000 words... so my body just can't take it anymore.

Sigh, that whole thing's been making a mess lately, let's not talk about it.

Two more chapters to go, and this volume will be finished.

(End of this chapter)