The rain began to fall continuously, and there was no sign of stopping. The Mongolian army at the ferry last night was still chased by the Turks, and a bloody massacre was about to break out. When night fell, many soldiers lost their way in the pitch-black night.
At this moment, there were 43 people on the mountain road, coming from the south to the north. On the way, they picked up four injured horses, which carried four injured people. When they saw corpses on the way, they also sent people to collect some things.
"... ... Where do you think we should go now?" Walking in the front was the team leader Yamcha, who was tightly gripping the steel knife in his hand and watching the movements around him with a frown.
There was a long silence in the team. Everyone lowered their heads involuntarily, and everyone was confused about the future.
It was still a gray and gloomy autumn rain. More than 40 people walked along the muddy road and were about to turn around the rugged mountain road in front. Under this silver-gray sky, more than 20 men in Turkic military uniforms were also coming down the mountain road. Due to the obstruction of soil and rocks, the two sides had not seen each other yet.
As they were still observing, they heard a sudden movement from the top of the hill. Someone was fighting and the sound of crossbows was heard. At the corner of the road in front of the team, someone suddenly shouted, "Engage in battle!" Arrows flew past, and the person walking in the front had already raised his shield.
A few simple shields were set up in a loose formation in the blink of an eye. Arrows flew over and hit the shields. Yamcha raised his knife and shouted, "Kill them!"
At the corner of the road, a warhorse suddenly rushed over, charging straight at the hastily formed shield wall in front. A Mongolian soldier was knocked away by the warhorse, and the Turkic man rushed in, swinging his long sword and slashing.
Yamcha walked in the mud holding the knife in one hand. Seeing the Turkic cavalry rushing towards him, he did not slow down his steps. He turned the single hand holding the knife into two hands. When the war horses got close to him, he stopped abruptly, moved his body sideways, and slashed with the knife while shouting.
The warhorse rolled out with blood spurting out. Before the Turk on the horse could get up, he was stabbed to death on the ground by a spear from someone rushing up from behind.
The splattered blood dyed Yamcha's face red, and his pupils gradually turned scarlet. He raised his knife and looked at the Turkic soldiers who were chopped to the ground, and let out a low roar.
Suddenly, a Turkic soldier rushed out from behind and pushed Yamcha to the ground. The two wrestled with each other and rolled in the muddy ground. After all, Yamcha was stronger. He rolled over and knocked the Turkic soldier to the ground. When he struggled to lift the steel knife and was about to kill the man, a cold light suddenly flashed from behind!
"Captain!" The soldier beside him cried out in surprise, but it seemed too late. Just as the sword light was about to pierce through the body, "Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking wind pierced the sky, and a light blue sword light suddenly shot out from the horizon, piercing through the body of the Turkic man behind Yamcha.
Just when everyone was still in shock, a figure in white clothes as white as snow suddenly appeared before everyone like magic. He lightly picked up the light green sword, held it in his hand, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face.
"Butterfly in Love..."
Zhou Yi’s thoughts suddenly returned to a few days ago, at the peak of the sword world!
Under the blood-red sky of the setting sun, a quiet mountain range stood, shrouded in fairy clouds and with a clear stream flowing. Not far away in the sky, the sun and the moon shone together, casting a faint curtain of light, rendering an indescribable mystery.
A figure in white stood holding a sword under the sun and moon in the sky. The gentle breeze blew up his clothes, making this figure look like a god from heaven, fallen into the mortal world. Even the light of the sun and the moon seemed small and insignificant next to him.
Zhou Yi heard a clear and melodious sword chanting sound from the pinnacle of the sword world, and saw Yan Fei nod slightly. The elegant long sword was unsheathed and stabbed out seemingly slowly. In an instant, endless sword energy burst out and surged throughout the entire space.
Afterwards, the long sword in Yan Fei's hand drew more than a dozen perfect circular tracks of different sizes in front of him, laying out one innate energy after another filled with yin attributes, condensing without dispersing.
He suddenly rushed forward, the sword turned into a long light, and the yang-attributed innate true energy spurted out from the tip of the sword, connecting more than a dozen rings together, and the sword pierced straight out!
It was just a circle, a string. Apart from the simultaneous use of Yin and Yang Qi, there was nothing else outstanding. Even in the eyes of a swordsman like Zhou Yi, it was probably so clumsy that it could not be described in words!
"Crack!"
A flash of lightning that seemed to be able to split the void appeared before his eyes!
Lightning flashed, emitting a strange sword light and a piercing sound that dazzled both the enemy and our side, and exploded at the tip of the blade.
The sky and the earth suddenly became dark, the stars stopped twinkling, and the flowing moonlight seemed to be condensed like amber. The cold wind that had never stopped for tens of millions of years could no longer be felt on the sword peak, as if one was in another space.
Then everything was still, deathly silent.
"Boom!" Irresistible energy surged out from the "portal", infinite energy surged in the void, instantly breaking the condensed state of heaven and earth.
"Is this the gate to immortality?" Zhou Yi behind him exclaimed, staring at the incredible things in front of him with wide eyes.
Yan Fei skillfully drew a beautiful sword flower, and the huge immortal gate flowing in the space slowly disappeared. Gradually, the sky and the earth returned to their original solidified state: "Yes! How is it? Do you understand?"
"Hmm..." Zhou Yi nodded seriously, looking serious and solemn.
"Haha! That's really a perfect deed!" Yan Fei smiled, turned around and walked over slowly: "The time is almost up. If you don't leave the sword world, your body will not be able to recover. You will be imprisoned here forever like Jian Yue below, so you'd better leave quickly!"
"..." Zhou Yi opened his lips slightly and was about to say something, but was suddenly stopped by Yan Fei's hand.
"There's no need to mention words like thank you. I'm already very satisfied to have a talent like you to inherit my swordsmanship, so you don't have to thank me at all. If you really want to, just don't bring shame to the reputation of my Xianmen Swordsmanship when you go out!"
Zhou Yi nodded his head with all his strength: "I will definitely give it my all!"
"Oh! That's right!" Yan Fei looked Zhou Yi up and down, and frowned: "By the way, where is your sword?"
"Uh..." Zhou Yi was stunned, and then revealed a look of regret and reluctance: "When I was chased by the Demon King that day, I fell into the Sword River... I'm afraid I can't get it out now..."
"Then how about trying my Butterfly Love Flower?" (To be continued)