Chapter 517: Leave the Rest to Me

The sword came from the heavens.

Liyang unleashed a sword strike.

Beiliang naturally had to receive this sword strike.

Xu Weixiong and Murong Tonghuang were also involved in the planning of this sword strike.

It was just that they had not expected that the first to receive this sword strike would be Liu Jinu.

This LiQuezi, who had spent the better part of his life's efforts on Hutou City, pressed his hand against his Beiliang Saber. Although he was a rough man, as a great general guarding the frontier, he was absolutely no fool. Upon seeing the sword descending from the sky, he understood the meaning behind Xu Weixiong's words, and his fury instantly burned.

Beiliang guarded the Northwest for the Central Plains; apart from Beiliang, the Central Plains had not suffered the disaster of a single Northern Mang Iron cavalry, yet they were treated like this by Liyang?! It was truly too chilling.

Moreover, it was currently the most critical moment of the war; if the Beiliang King were to encounter an accident, the entire battle line could be severely damaged or even collapse.

Even though he had grown accustomed to being slighted by Liyang over these years, LiQuezi still felt indignant in his heart, and a nameless fury needed to be vented. The Beiliang Saber in his palm left its sheath, and he slashed out with one strike.

LiQuezi was a fierce general of the battlefield, and his saber technique was also filled with the aura of the battlefield—open and sweeping, possessing a momentum of pressing forward without retreat.

It was just a pity that although Liu Jinu's saber technique was not bad, it was still far from that of a true expert.

Furthermore, this sword strike descending from the sky was not at all inferior, even when compared to Li Chungang's Sword Opens Heaven's Gate.

Before the saber could strike the long sword, the incomparably sharp Sword Qi had already surged over; the air trembled and hummed, and the ground shattered with a crackling sound.

If not for Xu Weixiong being quick-eyed and fast-handed, leading LiQuezi back a hundred feet, this veteran of a hundred battles who had roamed the borders would have been killed by his own people instead of on the battlefield—how unjust that would have been.

The second to strike was Blade Armor Qi Lianhua.

This Blade Armor had re-emerged into the Edo during the battle at Huishan; he used the Snow Saber in his hand to tell all the martial artists in the world that the brilliance of the blade did not exist only on the battlefield, and that there were people in the world whose saber techniques were stronger than the so-called number one saber master, Gu Jiantang.

During these days, Qi Lianhua had been responsible for secretly protecting Xu Weixiong.

As Qi Lianhua swung his saber.

The saber light was like congealed frost, the temperature of the entire drill ground plummeted, and ice even condensed, as if it had arrived at midwinter in an instant.

The saber momentum was like thunder and lightning, fast beyond imagination.

That overbearing saber energy spilled out like a pouring Milky Way; clearly, it had not yet struck the ground, but the floorboards had already shattered into pieces with a crackling sound, flipping and rolling upward toward the sky.

In an instant, the saber energy and Sword Qi collided together.

Boom!

Boom—boom—boom!

A series of huge roars erupted in mid-air.

The ground exploded.

The entire drill ground seemed as if a hundred bombs had been dropped on it in an instant; dust and smoke flew, and the earth shook.

Amidst the sky-filling dust and smoke, the golden sword light was temporarily blocked by Blade Armor Qi Lianhua, and it finally revealed its true appearance before everyone.

This sword that descended from the sky had purple-gold light flowing throughout its entire body; it was a zhang long, yet as thin as a willow leaf, filled with an aura of beginningless and endless sharpness and killing intent.

After a brief stagnation, the Wuming long sword continued to push forward, inch by inch.

The Snow Saber in Qi Lianhua's palm began to bend, actually curving into a semi-circular shape, and finally exploded with a bang, turning into countless fragments that shot out in all directions.

The Wuming long sword increased its speed and shot toward Qi Lianhua.

Qi Lianhua brought his palms together, catching the blade with his bare hands; amidst the explosive bursting of energy, the Wuming long sword was already clamped between his palms.

However, his entire person was pushed continuously backward by the Wuming long sword.

Boom—boom—boom!

In the blink of an eye, Qi Lianhua had retreated several hundred feet, crashing through the wall of the drill ground, with dust and smoke flying.

That sharp Sword Qi was channeled into the ground by him using the method of borrowing force to strike, causing the long-trampled floorboards to even turn into powder.

At this moment, this Blade Armor was already bleeding from his seven orifices, his face pale.

The residual Sword Qi that had not been channeled into the ground had invaded his meridians, crashing about in all directions, even making his internal organs feel as if they were being sliced by knives. His arms were exerted with too much force, veins bulged one by one, and then suddenly burst, his arms dripping with blood. The Wuming sword originally clamped between his palms had already had a small portion pass through his palms, piercing his clothes, slicing into his skin, and cutting into his flesh; fresh blood immediately soaked the clothes on his chest.

And at the moment he was pierced, Qi Lianhua was shocked to discover that his own Luck was actually leaking out rapidly. If he persisted any longer, he would be in danger of falling in realm.

Fortunately, at this time, Xu Weixiong appeared, her beautiful eyes filled with gravity.

"Let go."

Xu Weixiong waved her hand.

Qi Lianhua immediately released the sword in his hand and retreated at high speed.

The Wuming sword continued to stab toward the Female Liang King, but after this block by Qi Lianhua, its speed was finally a bit slower.

The Red Chi sword at Xu Weixiong's waist suddenly left its sheath.

It was as if a dragon's roar sounded between heaven and earth.

A streak of stunning light appeared, tearing through the long sky; it was like the setting sun, and also like the scorching sun, filled with biting, terrifying killing intent and ominousness.

In an instant, the stunning light seemed to transform into a divine dragon with scales and claws flying; although it had no horns on its head, it was vivid and lifelike, crashing head-on into the Wuming long sword.

The two swords clashed, and the long sky trembled.

Another dragon's roar sounded, but it was filled with a sense of mournful wailing, and the crimson long dragon suddenly shattered.

Xu Weixiong only felt a huge force strike her, the web between her thumb and forefinger aching, and the precious Red Chi sword in her palm could no longer be held, flying out of her hand.

That Wuming long sword just flashed, as if it had pierced through the distance of time and space, and had already stabbed into Xu Weixiong's chest.

And the Luck gathered on Xu Weixiong was like a punctured balloon, booming and leaking out.

In the end, the Wuming long sword did not take Xu Weixiong's life.

The tip of the sword stopped at a distance of only a hair's breadth from the Beiliang King's heart.

Because the hilt was gripped by a hand.

A slender, fair hand, with fingernails meticulously long, well-maintained, and almost without a single flaw.

And the owner of this hand was likewise without a single flaw.

Whether in appearance or bearing, he could be called peerless.

That nameless sword, which seemed as if it would not stop until it had killed the Beiliang King and shattered the Luck, was vibrating and humming, yet it could not break free from the control of that slender palm, and even the Sword Qi it emitted at every moment was forcibly restrained within the sword body.

The young man in black pursed his lips.

He gently pulled the sword out from Xu Weixiong's chest.

Fresh blood spilled, like individual blood pearls.

Xu Weixiong stumbled unsteadily, but was fortunately caught by an arm around her slender waist, while at the same time, a surge of vast vitality poured into her body.

"Mr. Murong, you arrived a bit late." Xu Weixiong lay in Yu Liancheng's arms, her face pale and her breathing weak.

"Since we are putting on a show, it must be realistic."

Yu Liancheng fixed his gaze on Xu Weixiong's face; this face, which was usually full of dominance and coldness, now revealed an unprecedented look of fragility, which had a unique charm of its own.

"The rest... is left to you."

After Xu Weixiong finished these words, her head tilted to the side, and she had already fallen unconscious.

"The rest is left to me."