Chapter 1606: 【Heavenly Sent Rescue】(Part 1)

"Grand Marshal!" Liang Wensheng let out a grief-stricken angry roar, and under the pincer attack of the two masters, Weichi Chong was likely to suffer more misfortune than good fortune.

At a moment of life and death, Weichi Chong's body suddenly spun like a top, dodging the opponent's sharpness in this way, protecting his vital points; the invisible blade qi struck his right shoulder, flesh and blood flying, but it did not hit a vital spot; Weichi Chong raised his right fist, pointing at the descending FengXingyun, who was ready to unleash a second blade, a flash of green light flickered, the dragon scales on his glove were aroused by internal force, and hundreds of dragon scales whistled toward FengXingyun.

FengXingyun had to abandon his second attack, using the Eyebrow Knife to guard his whole body; after a continuous clinking sound, he landed safely on the snow, and then he saw the blood-soaked Liang Wensheng miraculously appear before him, blocking his attack line.

FengXingyun's originally mocking gaze gained a few more points of respect, and he said softly: "You may go! I will not kill you!" Faced with such a young man of iron will, FengXingyun could not help but feel pity for talent.

Liang Wensheng gave a bitter smile: "If you want to harm the Grand Marshal, you must step over my corpse!"

The only trace of pity in FengXingyun's eyes vanished instantly; he slowly raised the Eyebrow Knife.

A thunderous boom made FengXingyun's gaze sway, but it was Shangguan YunChong pressing step by step, and he exchanged a heavy punch with Weichi Chong; Weichi Chong's body kept retreating, he was experienced, and just now Shangguan YunChong's head-on clash had cost him dearly, all because he had underestimated Shangguan YunChong's true strength.

Even in adversity, Weichi Chong showed no panic, and said in a deep voice: "Wensheng! Go!"

Liang Wensheng shouted loudly: "I won't go!"

Weichi Chong angrily said: "You dare defy military orders! Go!" He saw that under the current situation, Liang Wensheng insisting on staying would merely be an extra sacrifice; if everyone died, the truth of tonight might never come to light. If Liang Wensheng could leave alive, perhaps there would still be a sliver of hope.

FengXingyun's internal force poured into the Eyebrow Knife, the blade extending a three-foot blade aura; he said gloomily: "Too late!" Liang Wensheng was already wounded; at this distance he had enough confidence to kill him with one blow; earlier he had indeed felt compassion, but it was only a fleeting thought; when Weichi Chong ordered Liang Wensheng to flee, FengXingyun suddenly realized a fact: if Liang Wensheng were allowed to escape, the consequences would be unimaginable, tonight's operation would be completely exposed, and if news of his assassination of Weichi Chong leaked out, he might become a public enemy of Da Yong.

Liang Wensheng's face had completely lost its color; he felt the opponent's killing intent pressing upon him like a cold wave; although he possessed the Phantom Shadow Shift technique, after being struck twice by FengXingyun's blades his body movements had slowed considerably, and moreover he had missed the best chance to escape. Liang Wensheng did not fear death, but he was unwilling to die in such an obscure manner; he suddenly understood the Grand Marshal's true intention in letting him leave, and now regret came too late.

As FengXingyun gathered his full strength to unleash a move, he suddenly lifted his head; amidst the falling snowflakes, a crystal-clear ice block as large as a millstone plummeted from the sky, aimed precisely at his head. FengXingyun had to abandon the idea of temporarily killing Liang Wensheng, stepped back a step, and discovered a black-clothed man standing on the ice block. The man had a pigeon chest and a hunchback, an ugly appearance, descending like divine soldiers from the void; when FengXingyun noticed him, the man's right foot heavily stomped on the ice block, which changed direction and smashed toward Shangguan YunChong, while the man, borrowing that force, swooped down like a falcon seizing a rabbit, attacking the Blade Demon FengXingyun.

The man brandished the rust-streaked great sword in his hand and swung it down; FengXingyun's internal force had already peaked, and the appearance of this hunchbacked man did not disturb him much; the blade aura expanded to five feet as he swung his sword, detaching from the blade and slashing toward the opponent, forming a crescent shape several zhang long in the void, continually expanding as it advanced; FengXingyun's eyes showed delight, for martial arts can only break through in actual combat; since entering the state of external blade qi, his swordsmanship had long stagnated, but today he unexpectedly achieved a breakthrough in battle—this was indeed an unexpected joy; FengXingyun secretly gloated, eyeing the approaching hunchbacked man, thinking to himself: "Bad luck for you, to come up and become my whetstone."

The blade aura reflected two crescents in the hunchbacked man's gleaming eyes; facing FengXingyun's unprecedented overbearing blade qi, the hunchbacked man showed no panic, his internal force poured into the rust-streaked great sword; the sword momentarily seemed to gain spirituality, the snowflakes flying everywhere were attracted to it at astonishing speed, the sword became covered in ice, and its rust-streaked blade instantly turned crystal clear; the hunchbacked man suddenly swung, peng! The ice surrounding the sword shattered into fine ice dust under the sword qi, and an invisible sword qi that split heaven and earth detached from the sword and flew out, meeting the crescent blade aura.

Boom! The blade qi and sword qi, though substantial yet formless, collided in the void, triggering a magnificent air wave; at the point where the two forces collided, the surging air wave squeezed outward in all directions, wind and snow howled and slapped the surroundings, snow waves rolled on, obscuring vision.

FengXingyun felt his breath catch; the fleeting joy in his heart was instantly washed away by this air wave; even after his breakthrough and external blade qi, he could not overcome the opponent, showing that the opponent's strength should be comparable to his own; yet FengXingyun felt a powerful pressure continuing to press upon him, he hurriedly focused his mind and gathered his qi, preparing to launch a second wave of attack, but the scene before him shocked him to the extreme: the rolling snow waves ahead split open a huge rift, and the opponent, having just released sword qi, immediately followed with a second sword qi, and FengXingyun's face was filled with disbelief; to release two sword qi in such a short time, each stronger than the last, this person's internal force must be extraordinarily deep.

Even the Blade Demon FengXingyun dared not hard‑counter its sharpness; he asked himself he lacked such ability, sheathed the Eyebrow Knife, his feet slid on the snow, and in an instant he had already retreated more than ten zhang away.

The hunchbacked man's body was still in mid‑air; he turned in the void like a nimble hawk, did not pursue FengXingyun, but locked his target onto Shangguan YunChong.

The ice block that the hunchbacked man had just kicked had already arrived before Shangguan YunChong; Shangguan YunChong gave a cold snort, threw a collapsing fist, peng! shattering the millstone‑sized ice block into powder; at this moment he saw the hunchbacked man already descending from above toward him, Art of Soaring! Shangguan YunChong instantly guessed the opponent's identity; a flicker of unease crossed his eyes, for few in the world could make him feel uneasy, but Hu Xiaotian was certainly one of them.

The hunchbacked man was precisely Hu Xiaotian in disguise; he had received intelligence from An Zhai, learning that Grand Marshal Weichi Chong had returned from Bei Jiang to Yongdu to mourn; after discussion, they anticipated that Weichi Chong's journey this time might not go smoothly, so Hu Xiaotian immediately decided to come with Xia Zhangming to provide support; as expected, upon arriving at the Dragon King Temple on Iron Liang Mountain, they happened upon this fierce battle; speaking of it, it was also Weichi Chong's good fortune—if not for the fire in the front hall, Hu Xiaotian might not have discovered this place in time.

Seeing the dire situation below, Hu Xiaotian hesitated not, immediately revealed himself, repelled the Blade Demon with sword qi, then turned to go to Weichi Chong's aid.

After recognizing Hu Xiaotian, Shangguan YunChong actually gave up the plan to continue attacking, turned and left.

Seeing Shangguan YunChong turn and flee, the Blade Demon FengXingyun naturally saw no need to stay; he had already tasted Hu Xiaotian's prowess earlier, let alone Shangguan YunChong's departure—even if Shangguan YunChong stayed, the balance of power had already shifted, and the two of them together might not be a match for Hu Xiaotian and Weichi Chong, especially since the latter still had Liang Wensheng, skilled in Phantom Shadow Shift, at his side.

Hu Xiaotian saw Shangguan YunChong flee without pursuit, and shouted loudly: "Shangguan YunChong, you are truly a coward! Have the guts to stand and fight!"

Weichi Chong had thought tonight would surely end in his death, but never expected that at the brink of life and death a master would come to his rescue; after all, he was a veteran of a hundred battles; although he had just experienced a perilous life‑and‑death struggle, his expression remained calm and composed, as before; he glanced at the blood‑soaked Liang Wensheng in the distance, Liang Wensheng smiled at him; despite having been struck twice by the Blade Demon's blade qi, Liang Wensheng still stood firm, of course thanks to his exquisite footwork—anyone else would not have been so fortunate.

Convinced that Liang Wensheng's life was not in danger, Weichi Chong approached Hu Xiaotian, clasped his fists, and said: "Many thanks, great hero, for your rescue!"

Hu Xiaotian could not help but laugh; it seemed he was being called a great hero for the first time, he returned the salute to Weichi Chong: "Grand Marshal, no need for courtesy; actually we are not outsiders."

Weichi Chong found his words strange, stared closely at Hu Xiaotian's appearance, really could not recall where he had seen him before; Hu Xiaotian did not rush to explain, first gave Liang Wensheng a wound medicine, had him take it, then took out ten Blood Cleansing Pills, had him dissolve them in water and distribute them to the poisoned soldiers; these Blood Cleansing Pills were all gifts from the father and son Liu Changsheng of the Shennong Society, and they are remarkably effective against ordinary poisons.

After finishing these matters, Hu Xiaotian came to Weichi Chong's side and handed him a Return Origin Pill.

Weichi Chong said: "Old I have nothing serious, thank you, benefactor."

Hu Xiaotian pointed to the wound on his shoulder and said: "You old man should still be careful."

Weichi Chong smiled slightly, he walked slowly toward the still‑burning front hall, Hu Xiaotian followed his steps, the two stood before the fire, and Weichi Chong asked: "Benefactor, may I know your esteemed name?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled, but Weichi Chong misunderstood his meaning and said softly: "If the benefactor finds it inconvenient, you may also keep silent." (To be continued~^~)