Chapter 150 The charm of that sword
Mr. Qin swung his sword to block continuously, and the sound of ding ding ding continued, forcing him to retreat a few feet. When the sound stopped, Mr. Qin put down his sword and looked at the broken ice on the ground in disbelief.
Under the high temperature, the ice slowly melted with white steam. Zhao Yushu looked at the back standing in front of him and felt a pain in his heart.
"Your hair..."
"Is now the time to talk about this?"
Lan Ling waved her right hand and an ice sword took shape. Then she took a step back and stood on Zhao Yushu's left and right with Fang Sanniang.
Mr. Qin's face was serious. With the addition of a fourth level, it seemed that he couldn't win so easily.
"Miss Lan, I'm giving Governor Lan face, so please go."
"You don't need to give me face. You either kill us and quickly escape back to Jiangning, or we kill you. There is no other way."
"Okay! You're asking for death yourself, so you can't blame others."
As soon as Mr. Qin finished speaking, his sword rose up, and even though he was about to fight three people alone, he did not show any fear.
"This is my biggest secret. He must die here today!" Zhao Yushu stretched out his right hand, and Mrs. Xu made a cheerful buzzing sound.
Lan Ling and Fang Sanniang could not help but look at the ancient dagger, but they quickly turned their eyes away after just one glance. The almost tangible sharpness even cut through the hot air.
"on!"
With Lan Ling, a new force from the fourth level, Zhao Yushu summoned Madam Xu without hesitation. Since the Shadow Step couldn't be used, then he would just fight head-on.
Mr. Qin's face finally changed drastically the moment Madam Xu appeared. With the intuition of a mid-level cultivator, he knew that he must not be stabbed by that dagger.
According to his expectations, Fang Sanniang, who had powerful moves, would continue to fight head-on, Lan Ling, who had the highest level of cultivation, would move around and restrain him, making him unable to move, and then Zhao Yushu would launch a sneak attack with that terrifying dagger.
In response to this strategy, he had even thought of a follow-up response, which was to risk taking Lan Ling's attack, and then forcibly kill Fang Sanniang head-on, bringing the situation back to a one-on-two situation.
So when Zhao Yushu rushed towards him, his swordsmanship suddenly became chaotic, and there was a brief flaw in the distribution of his spiritual power. He used too much force when trying to deflect Zhao Yushu's dagger. Facing the attack from Fang Sanniang from behind, he had no time to change his tactics. He had to use the back sword style, but Fang Sanniang hit the spine of his sword with a head-on blow. The powerful force of the sword made him unable to help but take a step forward.
Lan Ling's ice sword kept hitting him, and each time the sword never left his lower body, it was extremely difficult for him to dodge, and the previous attack made his steps beyond his control.
The ice sword pierced his calf fiercely. Mr. Qin shouted angrily, and the long sword swirled. The powerful sword energy forced the two men back several steps and fell straight to the ground. Then he saw Zhao Yushu rushing up again.
Mr. Qin wanted to laugh. Zhao Yushu's footwork was strange, but his skills were very sparse. The magic weapon was used without any control in his hands, and the only two attacks were stabbing.
Although the first attack was unexpected, I still managed to deflect it with my sword. The second attack was already noticed by me, so how could I succeed?
The long sword blocked with a "whoosh" sound, and Mr. Qin broke out in a cold sweat.
Madam Xu pierced the sword straight through, with the tip of the blade only an inch away from her chest.
Fortunately, there is still one inch.
Zhao Yushu shouted loudly and thrust his left hand forward with his sword finger. Mr. Qin reacted very quickly and immediately freed his right hand to grab Zhao Yushu's wrist. The absolute difference in their realms made it impossible for Zhao Yushu's hand to move forward, and it was only an inch away from Mr. Qin's throat.
"Zhao Yushu, remember in your next life to make your arms longer." Mr. Qin grinned fiercely, exerted force on his hands, and with the sound of bones breaking, he crushed Zhao Yushu's wrist.
Zhao Yushu's face looked ferocious, but he did not scream. Instead, he gave a smile that deserved a beating.
"Mr. Qin, remember in your next life, don't let me get within a foot of you."
Spiritual power gushed out from his fingertips, and Mr. Qin's whole body stiffened, with a bloody hole piercing his throat.
When masters fight, one mistake can end the battle. In a matter of life and death, there is no reason for a fight to go on for three days and three nights.
With a loud bang, Mr. Qin's body fell straight down with his eyes open, and Zhao Yushu, who was exhausted, also fell down at the same time.
Mr. Qin never knew what pierced his throat until his death.
"You take care of him." Fang Sanniang was relieved when she saw that Zhao Yushu was still alive. She shouted to Lan Ling and rushed out.
"where are you going?"
"I'll go stop them."
Lan Ling dragged Zhao Yushu out of the granary. The fire was out of control. Half of the granary was already burning, and the remaining half would not last much longer.
Lan Ling knelt on the ground with Zhao Yushu lying on her legs. Looking at the burning granary, Old Zhao wanted to say something but it ended with a sigh.
Lan Ling simply bandaged his twisted left hand and took out a folding fan: "If you lose it again next time, I won't make it for you."
Zhao Yushu took the folding fan and tried to smile with his face covered in blood and dust: "I don't even know when it fell. Where did you pick it up?"
"In the granary. I saw it nearby when I was dragging you away just now."
"fortunately."
"What should we do now? The refugees are attacking the city, and no one can stop them. It will be useless even if Fang Sanniang goes there."
"I know that after all I've done, this is the inevitable outcome."
"Do you regret it?"
"What do you regret?"
"Come to Nanyang."
"Do you regret it?"
"What do you regret?"
"Your hair..."
“Isn’t white pretty?”
"nice."
The two of them quietly looked at the sky obscured by the fire. It seemed to be a cloudy day today, so even if there was no fire, they would not be able to see the starry sky.
Fang Sanniang found that it was impossible for her to stop the attack. There were crowds of people everywhere. The seemingly scattered and disorderly flow of people formed a solid whole, and they rushed towards the rows of soldiers with swords and guns regardless of their lives.
She can't fit into this whole.
"Stop fighting! Go put out the fire! Don't go and die!"
Fang Sanniang stood on the mound, desperately shouting downwards. The voice of this Third Heaven cultivator mixed with spiritual power was loud enough to rival thunder, but it still could not drown out the shouts of the crowd.
"Stop fighting!"
"Come back everyone!"
Over and over again, until her voice began to become hoarse, no one stopped. She was like a stone thrown into a raging sea, unable to create even a ripple.
The soldiers in the vanguard began to fall. Even fists and sticks could smash the solid shields, and even flesh and blood could tear open the armor.
The blood-thirsty soldiers and refugees were intertwined, the formation gradually became chaotic, and the city walls no longer dared to shoot arrows at will.
"Stop fighting!" Fang Sanniang knelt on the mound, crying weakly. Now no one could stop this unequal war, no one could.
Hot tears flowed down her cheeks, and a drop of coolness melted into the tears. Fang Sanniang raised her head in a daze, and another drop fell on her face.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and countless raindrops poured down, soaking the earth in an instant.
The refugees and soldiers on the battlefield, who were filled with passion and excitement, felt a chill on their heads, and their dizzy minds seemed to clear up a little.
The shouting and yelling gradually faded away, and the sound of rain began to drown out the voices.
When the raindrops first fell, the fire dragon in the granary seemed to jump up a little unwillingly, but was soon suppressed by the great power of nature and kept bowing its head.
Zhao Yushu looked at the granary flooded by the heavy rain and couldn't help laughing out loud.