Chapter 89: Chapter 86: Complete Annihilation
I miscalculated.
Xiao He sighed inwardly.
To avoid involving more people, she had gone alone, but she hadn’t expected that Xue Lin would let her off so lightly in the end. Instead, it was she who, in a fit of stubbornness, had downed a jar of fiery cloud liquor. Now, her Qi-Blood was surging uncontrollably, and it was at this moment she found herself ambushed by a group of people.
The group before her was vastly different from the thugs she had easily slain earlier. Just from their build and footsteps, she could tell that nearly all of them were elite Martial Men above the Body Refinement level!
Dozens of elite soldiers skilled in Body Refinement were no laughing matter. If she were in her prime, confident in her ability to fight her way out alone, but burdened with Ning Yu would be a hefty liability, and it was uncertain whether she could make it out unscathed. Not to mention now her Qi and Blood Powder was scattered, her full strength barely able to muster seventy percent of its capacity, which made her barely different from an ordinary practitioner of Body Refinement.
This group was undoubtedly assembled by He Mingxuan. He Mingxuan was determined to prevent her return this time.
If she had known earlier, she would have arranged for some backup in advance, and wouldn’t have fallen into this predicament.
However.
What’s done is done, and there is no point in dwelling on it.
She would not just sit and wait for death, after all, she was someone of the Tendon Changing Level.
“Stay close to me.”
Xiao He spoke in a deep voice, and at the same time, her wrist flicked—her Soft Sword instantly unsheathed, glinting with cold light under the hazy moon.
Ning Yu, trembling slightly, followed closely behind Xiao He, his face showing fear as he looked at the dozens of figures closing in.
Fight!
Without much talk, the dozens of figures looked fierce as they surrounded her, their eyes sharp and blades flashing, and then they bravely attacked Xiao He.
In an instant, four or five steel blades came slashing down, aiming to chop Xiao He and Ning Yu to pieces.
“Sweeping Rain…”
Xiao He took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness of her Qi-Blood, her Soft Sword suddenly swung up a beam of light like countless raindrops interwoven into a net of swords, clashing with the descending blades. There was a continuous sound of ringing and clanging, like raindrops falling on a copper basin.
After forcibly blocking these killer moves, Xiao He did not retreat but advanced, heading straight in the direction of Zhengxin Bridge.
Amidst the flashes of swords and shadows of blades, Ning Yu turned pale with fright, shrinking his neck and sticking close behind Xiao He; for a moment, he dared not even look at the surrounding blade lights.
Clang! Clang!!
Another series of collisions between blades and swords followed.
Xiao He suddenly let out a grunt; her Soft Sword became disordered and upon colliding with a steel blade failed to deflect it. Instead, the sword itself was struck and bent, exposing a flaw.
The steel blade chopped diagonally downward, leaving a wound on Ning Yu’s shoulder, from which blood immediately flowed.
Ning Yu groaned, pain piercing his heart, but he bit his teeth without screaming. Xiao He saw this scene, and her heart was thrown into disarray. Her Qi-Blood became even more scattered, making her sword moves even more chaotic.
Another four or five steel blades descended from all around.
Just as they were about to be overwhelmed, suddenly a sharp sound of tearing through the air resounded as if a Strong Bow and hard crossbow had been shot explosively.
Under the moonlight.
A streak of arc-light traveled from afar, entering the battlefield in an instant. Accompanied by a sound that buzzed in the ears, the steel blades attacking Xiao He were struck and broke into several pieces, scattering into the air like shattered pieces.
And that piercing cold light that came soaring through the air, breaking several blades, was shockingly a rusty iron sword!
Tracing an arc in the sky, after severing several steel blades, it continued to fall, nailing itself into the green stone slab one foot ahead of Xiao He, the entire sword quivering slightly.
“This is…”
Xiao He was first taken aback, then subconsciously looked up, gazing towards the side and behind her.
There stood a figure draped in a black cloak, their features unseen, who had appeared at some unknown time by the side of Zhengxin Bridge, standing quietly there.
The scene fell silent.
Dozens of elite martial masters exchanged glances for a moment, and those closest, whose steel blades had been shattered in mid-air, were even more shocked.
“Go!”
Xiao He was the first to snap out of it, and she immediately reached out to grab Ning Yu, who was behind her. Taking advantage of the momentary stun of the crowd, she pulled Ning Yu away by a dozen meters in a flash, heading straight for Zhengxin Bridge.
By this time, the dozens of elite Martial Men had come to their senses. After a brief hesitation, they quickly chased after her, attempting to intercept Xiao He at the bridge.
But at this moment.
The shadow that had stood by the bridge had vanished silently into the dark; when it reappeared, it was already in front of the most advanced among the elite martial masters, with a casual right-hand-chop motion.
The elite Martial Man reacted quickly, immediately swinging his blade in a slash, but while the blade was still in mid-air, his vision began to spin as his head, along with a spray of blood, rolled onto the ground.
Subsequently.
The shadow casually reached out to grab the headless corpse’s steel blade, swinging and thrusting it horizontally.
With a flash of cold light, the entire steel blade flew out, bringing up a shower of blood wherever it passed, piercing through the bodies of four or five men in one blow, and finally disappearing into the distance along the riverbank.
Thump! Thump!!!
A series of four or five people stiffly fell down, accompanied by blood splattering everywhere.
This sudden turn of events left the many martial masters chasing Xiao He utterly astonished. Dozens of men abruptly halted before the bridge, watching with wide eyes as Xiao He approached the bridge. The lone black shadow standing there deterred anyone from taking a single step forward!
“Sister…”
Ning Yu, who had been dragged onto the bridge by Xiao He and was clutching the wound on his shoulder, had now forgotten about the pain and looked at the black shadow on the bridge with some shock, “He, he is…”
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