Chapter 807: Lu Xiaofeng's Reunion with the Heart-Stealing Emotion

Boom!

The cannonballs left their chambers, tearing through the vast sky.

A sound like a thunderclap rang out.

The power of these cannonballs was immense; even Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng dared not resist them.

Fortunately, the speed of cannonballs in this era was not particularly fast, and the lightness skills of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng were both among the very best in the martial arts world, allowing them to dodge from far away.

Bang! Bang-bang! Bang-bang-bang!

However, besides the cannonballs, there were also squads of musketeers, with all sorts of iron pellets spraying out, leaving a crater wherever they struck the ground. Beyond that, there were squads holding bows and crossbows, dense and numerous, numbering in the thousands. Upon a single command, they drew their bows and nocked their arrows, and a thicket of arrow rain shrouded down like a dark cloud, accompanied by the whistling sound of wind being torn apart.

As soon as one round of firing finished, another round replaced it.

Under the dense, continuous barrage, there was not a moment to catch one's breath.

If not for the fact that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue's sword techniques, lightness skills, and internal energy had all reached the pinnacle, I fear that even the slightest shortcoming would have seen them riddled with holes in an instant. Yet even so, they still could not hold out for long; after all, their internal energy had not yet reached the stage of being endless and inexhaustible.

They were already in imminent peril.

"Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, let's see if you die this time!" Yin Xian, Third Master Yin, one of the four great Imperial Guards and known as the 'Divine Sword of Wealth and Honor', wore a cold sneer.

This pursuit of Ye Gucheng had truly resulted in heavy casualties and had completely disgraced the Imperial Guards. This time, they had borrowed cannons and muskets from the army, along with a thousand archers. If they still could not take down Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, then he need not return to the capital to report; he might as well slit his own throat to atone for his failure.

"I will provide cover, you break through!" Ye Gucheng said suddenly, his long sword dancing in his hand.

Ximen Chuixue pondered for a moment and said, "Good."

He added coldly, "I will avenge you."

The situation had now reached a point of extreme danger, hanging by a thread.

The swords in the two men's hands danced wildly, looking just like two brilliant, colorful spheres of light.

Ye Gucheng's sword light flared; he intended to use himself to carve out a path for Ximen Chuixue.

"Brother Ye, Brother Ximen, the two of you are in quite a sorry state."

Just at this moment, an ethereal voice drifted down, as if coming from the firmament.

Following that, a hand seemed to reach out from the void.

This hand was pale, slender, and filled with a magic beyond words.

As the five fingers rotated, they seemed to form an invisible vortex, causing all the cannonballs, iron pellets, and arrows to fly toward this palm.

And regardless of whether it was a cannonball, an iron pellet, or an arrow, once it neared that palm, it began to shrink, contract, and compress to the extreme. By the time it landed before the palm, it had already turned into insignificant, barely visible dust.

This scene was miraculous and eerie.

After a round of cannonballs, iron pellets, and arrow rain, a tiny black pellet had appeared before that palm.

"Fighting and killing is truly not good; how about you all give me some face and cease this conflict?" Yu Liancheng's figure was completely revealed, standing in the void with a smile on his face.

A vast and mighty energy emanated from his body, as if a great sun had descended out of thin air; everyone, including Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, felt as if they were being crushed, becoming no more than dust.

"You, you are Yu Liancheng..." Yin Xian looked at Yu Liancheng, his expression one of extreme horror.

"Since you know it is me, why not retreat?" Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.

Yin Xian took a deep breath, finally managing not to be crushed by fear, and said coldly, "Ye Gucheng is to be killed by the Emperor's decree. Although you, Yu Liancheng, are a Martial Arts Myth, you should know what the Emperor's word is, and what it means to be as heavy as the Nine Cauldrons..."

Swish!

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger.

The black pellet flew out and struck the cliff opposite; with a 'boom', it exploded, and half the cliff collapsed, sending dust rolling.

"Retreat."

"Before I have yet to come to view all living beings as ants."

Looking at his own palm, Yu Liancheng sighed softly. In reality, for him, wiping out Yin Xian and the crowd of soldiers with a wave of his hand was far simpler and more direct than speaking these few words. In the end, he still possessed the seven emotions and six desires; he still did not view all living beings as ants. As long as he was not wantonly killing the innocent, he was ultimately unwilling to kill.

Once these two sentences were spoken, the fear and struggle on Yin Xian's face immediately subsided, replaced by the same expression of reverence and worship as all the other soldiers. After a single "As you command," they slowly retreated, dispersing like a receding tide, and the slaughter was extinguished into nothingness. Yu Liancheng's words were, surprisingly, even more effective than an imperial decree.

"The two of you, how have you been lately?" Yu Liancheng appeared before Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue with a smile.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng both looked at Yu Liancheng, staring intently; their cold eyes grew fervent once more, and both their swords emitted a trembling sound simultaneously, before they spoke a single word in unison.

"Please!"

Yu Liancheng said, "Please?"

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "Please make your move."

Ye Gucheng said expressionlessly, "Please make your move against me or Ximen Chuixue."

Yu Liancheng shook his head and said, "I knew it; as soon as I appeared, you two fellows wouldn't be able to resist attacking. But at least wait until your injuries have healed, until your wounds stop bleeding."

However, Ye Gucheng had already attacked.

Ximen Chuixue also attacked at the same time.

After witnessing Yu Liancheng's methods, their hearts were stirred.

They could not wait a single moment longer, so how could they wait for their injuries to recover and their wounds to stop bleeding?

Sword light, like a startled swan or a flash of lightning, had already flown out.

Although the two were injured, they remained the top-tier swordsmen.

In an instant, they had thrust dozens of swords, every one a killing blow, the Sword Qi tearing through the long sky.

Yu Liancheng did not move at all; when their swords struck his figure, they only caused ripples like water, unable to harm him in the slightest.

And when Yu Liancheng's gaze focused on their swords, both refined steel longswords exploded simultaneously, shattering into countless fragments.

The two staggered backward, each spitting out a mouthful of blood, their energy extremely weak.

The injuries caused by just one look from Yu Liancheng seemed more severe than all their previous injuries combined.

"Why bother, why bother." Shangguan Xueer jumped out from somewhere at this moment, shook her head, and sighed: "Since you knew you would surely lose, why bother drawing your swords." She then added, hugging Yu Liancheng's arm with a giggle: "Master, what was the trick to that look just now? I want to learn it too."

Yu Liancheng ignored her.

Ye Gucheng said hoarsely, "We are indeed no longer your match."

Ximen Chuixue no longer wore his snow-white robes of the past, but his gaze remained like cold stars: "However, we also wish to see your sword art as it is now."

Yu Liancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura: "Do you truly want to see my sword art that much?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Indeed, even if the price is my life."

Yu Liancheng said leisurely: "Very well, I shall grant your wish."

He spread his palm, and a sword had already appeared within it.

Narrow, long, ancient, pitch-black, and looking entirely unremarkable.

——Duoqing Sword.