Chapter 13: Yang Guo, Use Twin Swords in Unison!

Zhen Zhibing was indeed a upright man in daily life, but in this matter involving Xiaolongnu, he was truly a beast; had he encountered someone with kindness, he might have been set free to reform.

Unfortunately, Zhen Zhibing met Gu Qing.

Xiaolongnu deeply appreciated this, but Yang Guo, unaware of the truth, lamented Zhen Zhibing’s fate—this truly stung Xiaolongnu.

Gu Qing knew all of this, so Gu Qing was delighted.

“Is there some hidden truth here?”

Yang Guo asked bleakly.

“After you find your aunt, ask her properly—see if there’s some hidden truth.”

Gu Qing was clearly stirring up trouble.

Yang Guo sensed the malice in those words, glanced at Gu Qing, then turned to resume searching for Xiaolongnu; he had seen Gu Qing and Xiaolongnu use the Twin Swords in Unison, and at that moment, he had feared losing Xiaolongnu so intensely he fainted—yet after waking, he saw the storm pass and Xiaolongnu had vanished.

This rollercoaster of emotion had left Yang Guo numb.

“Big Brother Yang…”

Lu Wushuang, limping, finally caught up, looked at Yang Guo, and said: “I’ll help you search.”

“Then you two search slowly.”

Gu Qing lowered the carriage curtain.

At that moment, several piercing cries echoed from the sky; Liu Er dropped the reins, leapt up, landed on a tree branch, looked upward, saw two eagles circling, cried out, and hurried to Gu Qing’s side: “Master Shi, Miss Guo is in danger—I must rush to her aid!”

Yang Guo also saw the two giant eagles; as a child, he had stayed on Taohuadao and played with them—he immediately thought of Guo Fu upon hearing Liu Er’s words, and memories of Taohuadao flooded his mind.

“Let’s go see.”

Gu Qing said.

“I’ll go with you.”

Yang Guo said, and climbed into the carriage.

He had no good impression of Guo Fu, but now that she was in danger, he couldn’t pretend nothing was wrong.

Yang Guo boarded the carriage, and Lu Wushuang naturally followed; she gazed at the twin eagles in the sky and recalled the events of Lujiazhuang.

The twin eagles suddenly flew east, then west, crying out for help, then circled repeatedly over one spot—Liu Er drove the carriage toward that location; after traveling about ten miles, they heard clashing swords and a woman’s urgent shouts—Liu Er halted the carriage, and all looked on.

This was a hillside, relatively flat; in the center stood an extremely short, pitch-black man, leaping and darting with great agility; among the three others, two men lay motionless, while only a girl in red held her long sword, trembling with each strike, barely holding on.

“It’s indeed Miss Guo.”

Liu Er, upon seeing her, glanced at the pitch-black man and said to Gu Qing: “That man is a Tibetan master named Nimoxing, one of the key figures hunting Master Shi; the red-clad girl is Huang Rong’s daughter; the two men on the ground are Guo Daxia’s two disciples.”

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen.

Gu Qing labeled these two as pure trash.

But Nimoxing was an extraordinary master—in The Condor Heroes, his martial skill surpassed all Quanzhen disciples; he was a famed warrior of the Mongols; Gu Qing judged that a one-on-one duel with Nimoxing would be extremely difficult, and now Guo Fu and the others were effectively taking the brunt for him.

“Let’s hurry and help!”

Liu Er immediately prepared to join the fight.

Gu Qing reached out and stopped him, then noticed a figure suddenly emerging from the dense forest, sword in hand, thrusting straight at Nimoxing with a Quanzhen Sword Technique.

This move made Yang Guo’s eyes brighten—he rarely saw someone wield the Quanzhen Sword Art so solidly; the straight thrust, in both angle and intent, was flawless; it momentarily halted Nimoxing and gave Guo Fu a chance to breathe.

“Whose disciple is this?”

Liu Er asked in surprise; they had long ties with the Quanzhen Sect and had never seen such a solid sword technique among the younger generation.

“If we rank by generation, he should be from the ‘Chu’ generation.”

Gu Qing, observing his Mongolian attire and sword style, realized this was Zhou Botong’s disciple, the second son of the Mongol chancellor, future husband of Guo Fu, son-in-law of Guo Daxia, who would later master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and become the leader of the Beggar’s Sect.

Among this younger generation, only Yelu Qi surpassed Yang Guo in achievement.

But at this moment, no matter Yelu Qi’s motives in rescuing Guo Fu, his martial skill was far inferior to Nimoxing’s; Nimoxing’s techniques were bizarre, utterly unlike those of the Central Plains, his movements fluid and agile, each strike infused with uncanny force—after blocking twenty or thirty moves, Yelu Qi’s form began to lag.

“We must go down now!”

Liu Er grew anxious—if Yelu Qi fell, Guo Fu wouldn’t escape.

Gu Qing had intended to join the fight, but seeing Yelu Qi, he changed his mind; he turned to Yang Guo and said: “Little Yang, if you act alone now, you can rescue Miss Guo.”

Guo Fu had been spoiled and capricious on Taohuadao, and Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen had joined in bullying Yang Guo; yet now, seeing the three of them, Yang Guo still harbored resentment but was willing to help—yet he looked at Nimoxing and said: “That man’s strength is immense, his lightness skill no weaker than mine; if I go alone, I’m no better off than that Quanzhen ‘Chu’-generation disciple.”

Yang Guo spoke plainly.

He could hold off Nimoxing for a few moves, allowing Guo Fu and the two Wus to escape—but Nimoxing’s lightness skill was too high; Yang Guo felt he alone could not outrun him.

“No, no, no.”

Gu Qing pointed at Yelu Qi and said: “He’s using Quanzhen Sword Art—don’t you understand?”

So what if he’s using Quanzhen Sword Art?

Yang Guo was about to ask, then remembered Gu Qing and Xiaolongnu’s Twin Swords in Unison; he looked at Yelu Qi and shook his head frantically: “No, this is impossible!”

Since learning of the Twin Swords in Unison, Yang Guo had always dreamed of wielding it with Xiaolongnu; now, suddenly being asked to pair the Jade Maiden Sword Art with Yelu Qi filled him with deep resistance.

“Why impossible?”

Gu Qing said: “I used Twin Swords in Unison with your aunt—does that make us lovers?”

Of course not!

Yang Guo absolutely refused to admit it.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Gu Qing said: “Even if you use the lovers’ sword technique with Yelu Qi, it doesn’t make you lovers—just use Twin Swords in Unison, and you’ll defeat Nimoxing.”

As for Gu Qing, he was considering how to win this battle.

Yang Guo gripped his sword, glanced at Yelu Qi, Nimoxing, Guo Fu, and the two Wus, felt he was making a great sacrifice, gritted his teeth, and leapt forward—his Jade Maiden Sword Art pierced into Yelu Qi’s Quanzhen Sword Technique!

(End of Chapter)