Niao Ni
Chapter 569: Clouds Carelessly Leave the Sleeve, The Sword Intends Not to Return
Stillness, then the second hand struggled lightly, flicked once, and crossed the first grid.
With Sì Gù Jiàn's parallel fingers, the long sword that had been suspended in the air suddenly flew out with a whoosh, drawing a semicircle around his body and stabbing directly at Qing Emperor's back!
At this moment, Yè Liúyún had already arrived at Qing Emperor's side, stretching out his white hands, as hard as metal and stone, horizontally.
The sword had already pierced the air, tearing apart the thick primordial qi that may or may not have existed on Dōng Shān, and in the next second, it seemed as if it was about to pierce into the Emperor's back. However, those white, even somewhat childish hands, unexpectedly pressed lightly towards the sword.
--The Grandmaster's siege of Qing Emperor on Dōng Shān finally underwent an earth-shattering change at this moment. Yè Liúyún made his move, towards the sword, not the Emperor!
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The first to come into contact with this killing sword was Yè Liúyún's sleeve, the wide sleeve woven from hemp, which became extremely soft at this moment, like the clouds that often floated in the mountainside of rainless Dōng Shān, gently wrapping layer upon layer around the rapidly flying sword.
Cloud silk broke inch by inch, and hemp sleeves shattered into butterflies flying on the top of Dōng Shān, while the sword, in such gentle entanglement, consumed its essence, and the cold and murderous intent it carried suddenly disappeared, turning into a piece of broken copper and rotten iron, dull and humble.
The momentum of this sword came too fiercely, so much so that after reciting a *gatha*, Yè Liúyún had to come forward to protect His Majesty's safety, but when he revealed his true position, he could not find the most critical point to ambush, how should he deal with the situation?
Yè Liúyún's white beard was wet with rain, but his eyes were looking at the sword in his hand seriously, without the slightest contempt because of the dullness of the sword, nor any unease because he was forced to strike ahead of time and could not ambush Sì Gù Jiàn.
He just looked at the sword seriously, holding the sword, as if there were countless ghosts and gods hidden in this ordinary sword, and they would run out in the next moment and devour everyone on the top of the mountain.
Those hands, as steady as jade, embraced a void circle, with the tiger's mouths facing each other to form a ring, and the mute and dull Heavenly Sword stood still in the air.
He was a Grandmaster, so he knew that all of Sì Gù Jiàn's sword intent was contained in this sword. If he did not make a move at this moment, the sword would pierce directly into His Majesty's body.
He had wandered around the world for many years for this moment, but he was forced to act ahead of time. Sì Gù Jiàn was not really an idiot, just as the Eldest Princess had expected afterward. Although he and Kǔ Hé did not expect Yè Liúyún to stand on Qing Emperor's side, these two Grandmasters from Northern Qí and Eastern Yí had the deepest understanding of the treacherousness and cunning of the people of Qing Kingdom. They would never put themselves in danger until the last moment.
The short body wearing the bamboo hat actually contained the wisdom of a Grandmaster, which was completely different from his historical reputation. He only used this external sword to break Qing Emperor's scheme and force out the real killing move on Dōng Shān - Yè Liúyún!
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Just as Yè Liúyún protected Qing Emperor like a sun in the sky, embracing a circle with both hands, forcibly suppressing the tragic sword, Sì Gù Jiàn's body shook, and the linen clothes on his body vibrated violently as if they had been struck by an electric current. At this time, his sword had flown into the air, suspended between Yè Liúyún's stable hands, and with the vibration of his body, an earth-shattering sword intent pierced through the linen clothes he was wearing, straight into the sky.
Inspired by this sword intent, the sword controlled by Yè Liúyún's bare hands also trembled violently, buzzing in the air, and re-emitting light.
At this time, the rain on Dōng Shān was still pouring down, but in such a fragment of time, the raindrops seemed to be perceiving the attraction of the earth with an extraordinarily slow speed, no longer forming silk threads or torrential rain, but like crystal clear pearls, one by one.
Behind the heavy pearl and jade curtain, the short man in linen clothes used his body as a sword! With the momentum to break the heavens and the earth, he crossed more than ten zhang in an instant, and like a lightning bolt, he killed in front of Yè Liúyún, and pressed down, pressing on the ordinary sword branch that he had worn by his side for decades, and had already resonated with his mind!
Sì Gù Jiàn's hand gripped his sword again, the tip of the sword spewing out wildly, like silver snakes dancing in a chaotic manner, with an overwhelming aura.
Just as the layers of rain curtain were broken through by the linen-clothed Sì Gù Jiàn as if time had stopped, Yè Liúyún's pupils suddenly burst into light, like flowing clouds wrapping around the sun, forcibly absorbing the energy from the sun, he groaned, and the palms arched into a circle of infinity, closing inward!
With a crisp sound of *pa*, the empty air seemed to be hard metal, and after a moment, it was crushed by these white hands and closed on the sword!
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For Grandmasters, there is no such thing as a scheme. Even if Qing Emperor set up a scheme and hid Yè Liúyún until the end, Sì Gù Jiàn still broke through the layers of fog with a simple sword, and then, Sì Gù Jiàn took advantage of this great opportunity to re-infuse all his sword momentum into this sword.
Qing Emperor was on Yè Liúyún's side, but when faced with this fierce sword, he could not avoid it, so he could only use cloud hands to resist it. However, when the supreme sword momentum and the flesh collided, Yè Liúyún's scattered hand techniques could not be fully displayed. Sì Gù Jiàn seized this opportunity!
In the battle of Grandmasters, a single thought can change the world. With just a slight deviation, the general trend would have already shifted!
Sì Gù Jiàn cried out tragically and madly, and all the tyrannical sword qi in his body poured into the sword in his hand. The speed at which the sword qi poured in was so fast that the hilt grasped by his hand suddenly became hot, and with a *shua*, all the water droplets on the straw rope evaporated.
A terrifying sound of metal grinding sounded, and the long sword advanced an inch between Yè Liúyún's tightly clasped hands!
Yè Liúyún still lowered his head slightly, and the wide sleeves on his arms had already turned into butterflies flying in the air around him. The most stable arms in the world clasped the sword tightly. After a moment, the skin on his hands... began to crack inch by inch, like a patient suffering from some kind of skin disease, with aging skin and upturned edges, looking like the land in the great drought of the Qingli reign, cracked and abnormally terrifying and magical.
His eyes were full of calm light, watching the sword in his palm approach his body inch by inch, without revealing a trace of emotion, but only uttering a word.
"Yun!" (Cloud!)
The two arms, whose skin had been cracked inch by inch by the supreme sword qi, suddenly became soft with this *gatha*, deeper than the sea, softer than the lake, more gentle than the eyes of a Jiangnan woman, like the clouds in the sky, the wisps of clouds, like concerns, tied to the shocking sword one by one, so that the extremely powerful sword momentum encountered gentleness and had to pause on the way.
With a *crack* sound, in this short second, the heavens were very considerate and rewarded a bolt of lightning, illuminating the top of the mountain that was covered by dark clouds and looked extraordinarily gloomy.
The lightning illuminated Sì Gù Jiàn's face under the bamboo hat. Only his eyes were full of wildness like a beast!
He didn't say a word, just screamed tragically, and the啸声 echoed on Dōng Shān, not knowing how many people were stunned. He was a Grandmaster who used the sword, he used Sì Gù Jiàn, caring only about what's in front, not about what's behind, advancing indomitably!
The sword momentum poured out with the scream, becoming more and more violent and unstoppable, with endless killing intent and tyrannical aura, all contained in this sword.
This was the strongest sword that Sì Gù Jiàn had ever thrust out since his birth. It was a sword condensed from his entire life, spirit, and belief. The sharpness and tyranny of the sword momentum had already shown signs of defying the heavens. No one on this continent had ever thrust out such a sword before, and it was estimated that no one would in the future.
No one could stop it, not even Yè Liúyún!
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Schemes are often unable to distinguish between those inside and outside the scheme. People who plan and determine victory often find sadly at the moment of the end that they have schemed and schemed, but instead have calculated themselves in, harming朕 (zhèn, imperial "I") and your family's lives!
The development of things will always gradually deviate from the original calculations of the controllers. If he knew everything that would happen in this second when the clock stopped, perhaps Qing Emperor would rather have chosen to gather the Tiger Guards in the mountains at the beginning, so that the two Grandmasters of Qing Kingdom would directly face Kǔ Hé and Sì Gù Jiàn. With Wǔ Zhú beside them, and the hundred Tiger Guards wielding their knives and slashing after suffering heavy losses on both sides, why would the current situation have occurred?
On the most important day of his life, Sì Gù Jiàn perfectly demonstrated the wisdom and decisiveness of a Grandmaster. With just one sword, he forced out Yè Liúyún, and even more perfectly used the scheme set up by Qing Emperor and Qing Emperor's life to push Yè Liúyún into a desperate situation.
If Sì Gù Jiàn had not exhausted some of his mind by slashing more than a hundred Tiger Guards with one sword when climbing the Heavenly Ladder on Dōng Shān, the shocking sword at this time might have already pierced into Yè Liúyún's abdomen.
Of course, if he hadn't used the blood of hundreds of Qing Kingdom experts to sacrifice this sword and accumulate endless bloody killing intent, Sì Gù Jiàn might not have been able to use such a heartless and ruthless sword that moved the heavens.
Yè Liúyún had three methods to deal with this sword, just like the last of the Thirty-Six Stratagems in that world. When the situation developed to the extreme, the best method was often the simplest method.
With this Qing Kingdom Grandmaster's supreme body technique and Flowing Cloud Scattered Hands, facing Sì Gù Jiàn's shocking sword, he could have chosen to retreat and escape at the beginning, temporarily sealing the sword's edge for a moment with Scattered Hand Cloud Sea. With just a moment, he could have left the range covered by the sword momentum.
However, the Emperor was on his side. If he avoided it, the Emperor would probably turn into a sky full of minced meat under this Heavenly Sword. So Yè Liúyún did not avoid it, and at this time, he had... no way to avoid it.
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Wǔ Zhú, who had been standing silently at the door of the ancient temple, lowered his head, and his hand had once again been placed on the handle of the iron skewer at his waist, but at this time, the Emperor's life was hanging by a thread, and he still did not make a move.
In the last few moments of this second, a smile suddenly appeared on Yè Liúyún's ancient and clumsy face. This smile appeared at such a moment and seemed particularly strange.
The flowing cloud-like hands were suddenly blown away by the wind on the top of the mountain, rolled up, and pounced directly on Sì Gù Jiàn's face!
Before the flowing clouds arrived, the bamboo hat had already flown far away, and a strong wind rushed towards his face, spraying directly on Sì Gù Jiàn's facial features!
Since he couldn't block this sword, then why block it? Yè Liúyún chose to withdraw one hand, disperse a cloud, and cover Sì Gù Jiàn's face. This was the encirclement of Wèi to rescue Zhào (besiege Wei to rescue Zhao), which even low-level martial artists were best at, but at this moment, when it was displayed in the hands of this Grandmaster, it seemed so free and unrestrained, going and staying as he pleased.
It was like a cloud on the horizon, following the tyrannical and soaring sword intent, gently and quickly floating to Sì Gù Jiàn's face.
If Sì Gù Jiàn ignored this Scattered Hand, the long sword would pierce into Yè Liúyún's abdomen. With the sword intent and killing aura contained in the sword, it could instantly twist Yè Liúyún's internal organs into pieces. Even if Yè Liúyún was lucky enough to survive, he would no longer have any combat power.
If he wanted to avoid this Scattered Hand, with a single thought, the spirit and energy that had poured into the sword would naturally have a gap. How could a sword technique that was not perfect but only had a tyrannical aura stab a Grandmaster under the sword?
Yè Liúyún's choice at this moment was very wise, and even very wonderful. He knew that his Flowing Cloud could not seriously injure Sì Gù Jiàn at all, but he forced Sì Gù Jiàn to make a choice in this extremely short period of time.
He used his life to gamble on Sì Gù Jiàn's serious injury, because he could clearly perceive that Sì Gù Jiàn had already advanced into a realm of certain death, but there was still Wǔ Zhú, Yao the Eunuch, and everyone else on the top of the mountain.
Yè Liúyún could die, but Sì Gù Jiàn could not be seriously injured, because a seriously injured Sì Gù Jiàn could not ensure that he could kill the Qing Emperor, and such a result was absolutely unacceptable to Sì Gù Jiàn.
So when he swept away with that Flowing Cloud, he waited for Sì Gù Jiàn to change his sword.
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Sì Gù Jiàn did not change his sword. The wild aura still shone in his pupils. The black hair of his entire person danced wildly with the mountain wind, looking like a sword-wielding demon god, with a terrifying aura. The long sword still pressed towards Yè Liúyún indomitably.
But his left hand clenched empty, pointing obliquely to the front left, completely ignoring the flowing cloud coming at his face.
There were thousands of sword techniques in the world, but there was only one way to hold a sword. Sì Gù Jiàn's left hand was now the most standard sword-holding posture - the space between the thumb and four fingers formed a void circle, empty, but suddenly there was a faint sword intent, revealing itself from the void!
Although it was weak, it was extremely easy to kill the bright yellow figure pointed to by the empty sword in his left hand.
Yè Liúyún attacked, and Sì Gù Jiàn had to save himself, but Sì Gù Jiàn... held an empty sword hilt, breaking through the air with sword intent, and counter-attacking, forcing Yè Liúyún to save him!
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(It's really hard to write, really hard to write, howling like Sì Gù Jiàn...)