Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 231 That's my junior brother! How can I allow the princess to kill him so easily?

Vanaga II used his lightness skill to run at full speed, when suddenly he heard a sinister voice: "Vanaga II, why are you in such a sorry state?"

Fanna Jia Er shouted wildly, "Narenzha Ya! I've run into Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er..."

The voice was filled with surprise, and exclaimed, "What?"

Before Fanna Jia could utter a second word, Narenzha had already transformed into a whirlwind, swept past the disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, and chased after him all the way ahead.

Narenzha ran several dozen steps, then turned back, shoved Fannajia Er to the ground, snatched the precious sword from his waist, and then chased after him a second time.

Fan Najia Er never expected that he would suffer such a calamity. He was slapped by Yang Diao'er, and the Heavenly Demon True Qi entered his body, like a maggot clinging to his bones, extremely difficult to expel. He was also punched by Sun Yanwan, which shook his bones and weakened his blood and qi. How could he withstand a blow from a Grandmaster?
After being pushed around a few times by Narenzha and having his precious sword snatched away, Fannajia's face turned red with anger. Still clinging to a sliver of hope, he shouted, "That sword belongs to my senior sister! Your Highness, please don't lose it, or I won't be able to explain myself!"

Narenzaya had long since gone far away; she had no time to answer him.

Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er were chatting and laughing, eating and drinking some water, and hadn't continued their journey when they heard a long howl, shouting, "Sun Yanwan, you killed my son, quickly pay with your life!"

Sun Yanwan recognized Narenzha's voice and quickly said, "Auntie, please don't joke. How would we know your son?"

Narenzaya appeared gracefully. This radiant woman of Northern Yan was dressed as a warrior from the grasslands, her clothes simple yet powerful. Holding a long sword, she exuded a murderous aura and shouted, "No matter how you deny it, you cannot escape the pain of being beheaded today."

Sun Yanwan couldn't help but ask in surprise, "This aunt is so close to Fan Najia, are these swords a pair?"

Even though she hated him to the extreme, Narenzha was still so enraged by Sun Yanwan's words that her internal organs felt like they were about to burst. She slashed down with her sword, using the Deer King's Formation from the Northern Yan Royal Court.

Yang Diao'er thought to herself, "Following him means I'll always be hunted down; it's a curse."

He unfolded the Ice Silkworm Treasure Fan and joined forces with Sun Yanwan to launch a pincer attack.

Narenzha had long seen the close relationship between Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er, and assumed that Sun Yanwan had stolen Yang Diao'er and used her methods to capture this little saintess of the demonic sect.

She wasn't too surprised to see the Ice Silkworm Fan; she assumed it was the one Sun Yanwan had won during the battle for the throne.

When she saw the words "Sable hairpins, willow branches, and golden threads; laughter and sweet fragrance linger," written on the fan, she was immediately shocked and enraged, shouting bitterly, "You two adulterers, you plotted this all along to harm my son!"

Sun Yanwan hurriedly called out, "Auntie! The sable, snow willow, and golden thread in this poem are all headdresses of women in our Great Lang, not referring to Miss Sable. Please don't misunderstand."

How could Narenzhaya possibly believe it?

Da Lang is not Da Song. Not to mention sable fur, it doesn't even have things like snow willow or golden threads. The two places have different customs. Just think Sun Yanwan is talking nonsense. With a precious sword, he moved like lightning. Eight or nine out of ten moves were aimed at Sun Yanwan.

Sun Yanwan drew her twin swords, focused on facing her enemy, and secretly groaned, thinking to herself, "It's a good thing I still have Diao'er, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't last five or six moves by myself. This crazy woman's martial arts are really powerful."

"Oh, she's a grandmaster, then there's no problem."

Fearing that her lover would suffer a loss, Yang Diao'er gritted her teeth and slashed down fiercely with her Ice Silk Fan like an axe, unleashing the Great Heavenly Demon Blade, a direct descendant of the Demonic Sect!

The earth-shattering blade energy slashed down fiercely. The Great Heavenly Demon Blade was extremely pure, with only one word: "powerful." All the myriad variations were contained within a single strike, making it a martial art that returned to its original simplicity.

Narenzha could only activate the Golden-Winged Roc King's Form, unleashing a Golden-Winged Roc King's Blade in a direct clash. Sun Yanwan also went all out, fusing her internal and external cultivation into a single strike with the Mysterious Ice Treasure Mirror.

The three clashed, and Narenzhaya, being a Grandmaster, unleashed her decades of accumulated power without reservation, sending Yang Diao'er and Sun Yanwan flying.

Sun Yanwan gracefully retreated, thinking to herself, "Even if Diao'er and I join forces, we can't defeat this crazy woman. We should fight and retreat as we go."

He channeled his inner energy, shifting to primarily external internal energy, and unleashed the Immortal-Slaying Hammer, bombarding the enemy with twenty or thirty blows. Narenzha, still needing to deal with Yang Diao'er, was forced back several steps by Sun Yanwan's onslaught of the Immortal-Slaying Hammer. Sun Yanwan shouted, "Mount up!"

Yang Diao'er flipped onto her horse and watched as Sun Yanwan also mounted her horse. The two of them then galloped away.

Narenzha sneered, used her lightness skill, and caught up in a moment, striking out with a palm strike.

Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er worked together to block the attack, and both of them swayed slightly.

Even at a distance of several feet, the power of a Grandmaster's palm strike diminishes very little. Fortunately, both of them possessed extraordinary internal energy cultivation, and their palm strikes were contained and not released, which allowed them to withstand the attack.

Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er fled into Dalang, pursued relentlessly by Narenzhaya, gradually heading straight for Songyang Mountain.

As Sun Yanwan saw that they were almost at Songyang Mountain, Narenzhaya still refused to give up, and only then did he realize that this Northern Yan princess was probably really crazy.

What normal person would dare to chase and kill a disciple of the Songyang Sect all the way to Songyang Mountain?
Once inside Dalang territory, Sun Yanwan left numerous messages for the local martial arts forces, instructing them to report to Songyang Mountain, regardless of whether it was related to the Songyang Sect.

The three clashed thirty or forty times along the way, but Narenzhaya was never able to defeat them.

It was fortunate that it was Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er; if it had been any other first-grade martial artist or innate realm cultivator joining forces, they would have been killed by Narenzhaya, the Northern Yan Grandmaster, long ago.

With only one more day until they could return to Songyang Mountain, Sun Yanwan breathed a sigh of relief. After escaping Narenzhaya's pursuit once again, she took Yang Diao'er to a famous local restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and didn't forget to tell Yang Diao'er a few jokes, making the little saintess of the Demonic Sect laugh so hard she almost fell over.

Suddenly a gentle female voice chuckled, "Junior Brother Yan Wan is being chased and is in such a sorry state, yet you still have the mind to play around with a girl."

Sun Yanwan recognized the speaker and was overjoyed, exclaiming, "Senior Sister Jiang Yan?"

But then, Jiang Yan, with a face as beautiful as a flower and dressed in white with a gold belt, appeared at the street corner with a smile, and called out, "Since Princess Narenzhaya has arrived, why not show yourself?"

Narenzha, carrying a precious sword, floated down from a nearby rooftop and coldly shouted, "You dare to stop me from killing this petty thief?"

Jiang Yan laughed and said, "That's my junior brother. How can I allow the princess to kill him so easily?"

Narenzhaya unleashed her full power and shouted, "Then I'll kill you too!"

Jiang Yan smiled faintly and said, "That would be difficult. Although your martial arts skills are not bad, Your Highness, I'm afraid you will never be able to kill me, Jiang Yan, in this lifetime."

Narenzha activated the Great Roc King's Form, and the treasured sword condensed like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yan unleashed a powerful aura that was like the sun piercing the sky and burning everything. She used a single palm to directly confront Narenzha's Great Roc King's Sword.

(End of this chapter)