Chapter 873 The Sword Saint's Wrath!

This was indeed Qian territory,

But the capital of this country had recently gone up in smoke.

On this country's soil, a foreign army was rampaging.

Especially after the Qian government made the decision to encircle and suffocate Prince Pingxi, failing to lead the army back to Shangjing in time. The main force of the Yan army that breached Shangjing City was able to retreat calmly after completing its established strategic goals.

In addition, Prince Pingxi took a desperate gamble with a weak force, breaking through the encirclement. The Qian government truly lost both its wife and its army.

"Father, it's our people, our people, our army!"

Liu Dahu shouted excitedly;

A few days ago, he watched his father fight two opponents. If he included himself and that big sister on the other side, well, he could be ignored. His father was practically fighting three opponents at once.

These past few days, the Silver Armored Guards had been constantly gathering, and the situation of bullying the few with the many had become increasingly clear.

Resentful?

Of course, he was resentful.

How aggrieved he had been before, that's how arrogant he could be now.

You like bullying the few with the many, right?

Come on!

"Great Yan is mighty, Your Highness is mighty, the Yan army is mighty!"

The Sword Saint lowered his head and glanced at his "silly son," who was extremely excited.

He could understand. After all, his son seemed to have been by Prince Pingxi's side for quite a while, but this was really his first experience with serious matters.

Having suddenly gained hope from a hopeless situation and being psychologically prepared for death, no, having suddenly seen a reversal, this joy of surviving a catastrophe was enough to drive a person mad.

Then,

The Sword Saint's gaze fell on Baili Jian and the Swordsmith, who were now standing on the river.

The Swordsmith waved his sleeve,

Seemingly preparing to say some polite words.

The Chu people valued propriety, and propriety was in the details.

But Baili Jian, who was beside him, turned around directly. His younger sister also turned around directly. The brother and sister jumped almost without hesitation.

Free and natural, and smooth, as if returning to the scene under Shangjing City back then.

"..." The Swordsmith.

At this moment, the Sword Saint moved.

He took the first step, lifting his son up, and a sword qi struck his son's armor, sending Liu Dahu flying backward.

At the same time, the Demonic Orb continued its relay, making Liu Dahu's backward flight seem somewhat irregular to outsiders, or rather, to the Silver Armored Guards.

In short, Liu Dahu was thrown out of the encirclement.

With the protection of the Demonic Orb and the imminent arrival of the Yan army, these Silver Armored Guards shouldn't be able to harm his son's life.

Then why didn't he stay?

Because,

The Sword Saint was angry!

Although the Sword Saint had become more down-to-earth in recent years, you really couldn't expect a father to remain calm when facing a situation where he had to die with his son.

The Sword Saint's figure rose, directly leaping forward;

The Silver Armored Guards' previous interception formation was mostly on the periphery, and the area facing the river was actually left empty because Baili Jian and the Swordsmith were responsible for that side.

In addition, with the sudden appearance of the Yan army, the Silver Armored Guards, no matter how loyal and excellent, were still just people. Especially with the Baili siblings directly running away, it was equivalent to the leader issuing a retreat order.

Therefore, no one reacted immediately to stop the Sword Saint. At the same time, in that instant, the Sword Saint's figure had already flown over the river.

The Swordsmith, who was lagging behind, immediately summoned a cyan longsword.

"Hmph!"

The Sword Saint, flying over, let out an angry snort.

The Swordsmith frowned,

He had just summoned the longsword, but then silently put it away.

Then,

He changed his escape route.

The Sword Saint ignored the Swordsmith and went straight after the Baili siblings.

The Swordsmith took a deep breath as he ran. He knew that his previous statement that he could take Liu Dahu away had left him with an opportunity.

In fact, if he and Baili Jian had escaped together at this time, perhaps the Sword Saint wouldn't have attacked, because Yu Huaping himself had said that he didn't want to die.

But the problem was, would he be able to be so "loyal" with Baili Jian?

How fast Baili Jian had run earlier!

If it were the same situation, but Baili Jian was replaced by Yu Huaping, the Swordsmith would really be willing to be "loyal" for a bit.

Even in the same circle, people were still different after all.

The Baili family was not only fast with their swords, but also with their movements.

In this regard, the Sword Saint's movements were actually not as good as Baili Jian's, but... ultimately, his size and cultivation realm were there. He couldn't compare to Baili Jian in speed, but could he not compare to Baili Xianglan?

Long Yuan roared,

In an instant,

Yu Huaping opened Second Rank again!

His figure directly accelerated, directly shortening the distance between him and the Baili siblings.

Baili Jian looked back,

And let out a low roar:

"Yu Huaping, do you really want to drive us to extinction!"

"Ha, did you ever leave me any room for leeway earlier!"

Baili Jian pulled away, trying to avoid the Sword Saint's attack.

But then, Baili Jian's gaze froze. The Sword Saint didn't continue to chase him, but instead, stabbed Baili Xianglan in the back with his sword.

In an instant,

Golden light rose again in Baili Jian's eyes, and his aura instantly increased, forcibly opening Second Rank.

"Bang!"

The two swords collided, and a terrifying wave of air swept out. Baili Xianglan staggered, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with horror.

The Sword Saint's sword was blocked, but he didn't stop. Instead, he struck down again with another sword, carrying the power of Second Rank, still aimed at Baili Xianglan.

After taking the first sword, Baili Jian had no choice but to stand in front of his sister, blocking the sword with his longsword again.

But the Sword Saint on one side was calm and composed, while Baili Jian was slightly disheveled.

This slight difference was actually a reflection of the true difference in strength between the two sides.

At their level, a little higher was actually a huge gap.

The Sword Saint unleashed the third sword again.

"Brother!"

"Go, don't be a burden to me!"

Baili Jian roared.

The brother and sister didn't have a long "never leave each other" conversation. Baili Xianglan continued to run south, while Baili Jian concentrated his energy and blocked the Sword Saint's third sword again.

But because of this, his previous running figure had been completely stopped, and he had been forcibly pulled back to the spot by the Sword Saint to fight.

If it were normal times, it would be fine, but the reason why he turned around and left earlier was because he knew that once he was surrounded by the Yan army, his end would definitely be miserable.

When facing a large army, a peak martial artist was actually more advantageous than a peak swordsman.

Prince Pingxi once said with a smile that the so-called peak swordsman was more like an "assassin" who had broken into the crowd. Of course, the "assassin" here did not refer to a real assassin like Xue San, but a general term.

Therefore, at this time, the Sword Saint didn't need to defeat him, or even risk his own life. He just needed to hold him back, and once the army surrounded him, he would definitely die!

Baili Jian's hair was disheveled,

The gold in his eyes had not yet faded,

At this time, his expression was solemn, or perhaps, it could be called anger.

He raised his head and looked at the Sword Saint,

And said:

"Yu Huaping, she is my sister!"

Obviously, the Sword Saint's earlier attack on Baili Xianglan had made Baili Jian extremely angry.

The Sword Saint smiled and said:

"Did you ever consider my son!"

Although the Swordsmith said that he could spare Liu Dahu's life and take him away.

But the Sword Saint knew that Liu Dahu would not surrender. After his death in battle, if the other side spared his life, he would choose to commit suicide.

After witnessing the scene of eight thousand cavalrymen dying for Prince Pingxi a while ago,

The Sword Saint,

Couldn't say anything about his son's choice.

Just now,

If the Yan army hadn't arrived,

My son and I would have both died here;

Yet you are here, questioning my attack on your sister, questioning my despicable nature, questioning my treachery?

Baili Jian naturally didn't understand what the Sword Saint was thinking at this time,

But sneered:

"So you've finally broken your principles, Sword Saint of Jin."

"It makes no sense, it makes no sense." The Sword Saint sighed, "He's right. Why should I choose to be a gentleman when facing a shameless person?

Your grievances and mine have nothing to do with national affairs;

Today,

If I, Yu Huaping, can't keep you here,

I won't be happy!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Long Yuan struck out again.

The two sides exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and then the Sword Saint retreated first, while Baili Jian still stood in place.

But in the next moment,

His aura suddenly climbed again. At the position of his arms, it seemed as if blood was flowing out, soaking his palms, and then gathering on the sword.

An increasingly majestic Second Rank power began to converge from the sky.

At the same time, Baili Jian's original black hair began to turn white, and his skin also showed some signs of aging.

"Using the path of demons to glimpse the secrets of Second Rank.

Such a rugged road, you've actually walked it!"

In fact, from the first exchange a few days ago, there had already been a very clear sign, that was, Baili Jian was walking a path to enlightenment using the methods of demons.

He was learning the ways of the old Pi Xiu under the palace of the red-robed eunuch in the Yan Kingdom Imperial Palace, using the so-called national fortune to add to his power, living in a state that was neither alive nor dead.

Baili Jian had also borrowed the "cauldron" of the Zhao family of the Qian Kingdom, forcibly grafting it onto himself, in order to gain the ability to glimpse the secrets of heaven.

It was very likely that the government also knew about it, or even... agreed to it.

"If I hadn't heard of your, Yu Huaping's, achievements before Xuehai Pass, knowing that you had opened the legendary Second Rank, how could I have been in such a hurry, afraid of being completely left behind by you?"

The Sword Saint raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and only found it interesting.

Former comrades who stood side by side, after revealing their true faces in the face of true life and death, rather than sparring, actually made people feel... a little ridiculous.

After all,

High swordsmanship and knowing how to conduct oneself are not the same thing.

In this world, the Sword Saint could only think of "Zheng Fan" as someone who could truly unite the knowledge of how to conduct oneself and how to do things.

In this regard, even Tian Wujing, to be honest, was flawed.

Baili Jian forcibly stimulated an even stronger Second Rank sword with the method of sacrifice, which was definitely a method used by demon spirits.

"Yu Huaping, do you dare to take my strongest sword!"

"Why wouldn't I dare!"

The Sword Saint let out a long roar, and his aura rose accordingly!

Baili Jian held his sword, his figure turning into a streak of lightning, rushing towards the Sword Saint. In this sword, it seemed as if the sound of thunder was exploding!

But,

In the next moment,

The Sword Saint's aura suddenly dropped. Without hesitation, he withdrew from the Second Rank realm, and then quickly retreated, instead of stepping forward to fight Baili Jian in this peak sword move!

"Ahhhhh!!!!!"

Baili Jian let out a roar, and the tyrannical sword intent constantly swept around,

While the Sword Saint,

Continued to retreat,

Constantly retreating,

With no intention of exchanging blows with him at all!

The more powerful the sword move, the shorter the time it could last, and even the constraints on the attack distance would be greater.

Especially the short-term peak elevation stimulated by secret methods, would come quickly and go quickly.

"Buzz!"

Baili Jian stabbed his longsword into the ground,

The whole person knelt down on one knee, his chest constantly rising and falling.

If the Sword Saint had taken the move earlier, he would have had a certain chance of injuring the Sword Saint, and even a small chance of destroying most of the Sword Saint's cultivation;

Finally, he would have reached the result of forcing him back, and being forced to let himself leave.

But he never expected that,

The Sword Saint, who had previously shouted "Why wouldn't I dare,"

Would release his pigeon in front of him.

Seeing Baili Jian kneeling down and panting,

The Sword Saint finally stopped his retreating figure,

Long Yuan flew horizontally in front of him, and was gently grasped by him;

For a time,

The action that that person often liked to do appeared in his mind;

Indifference with a hint of disdain, being able to maintain himself as much as possible without showing obvious emotional flaws, while also ensuring that he could sting the other party's sensitivity to achieve self-spiritual satisfaction;

That was,

Eyes as deep as water,

Expression calm,

From the corner of his lips,

He made that slight but clear sound:

"Tch..."

Baili Jian's breath suddenly stagnated, and he looked up at the Sword Saint, his eyes full of doubt and disbelief.

Tsk,

But the Sword Saint felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart;

That guy was right.

Immediately afterwards,

From the periphery, teams of Yan army cavalry had surrounded them from all directions, completing the encirclement of this extremely localized battlefield with only two people, yet they had to be on full alert.

The leader was Chen Yang.

He didn't know Baili Jian, but it was obvious that he could guess the other party's identity at this time.

Earl Yishan exclaimed:

"I've made a fortune on this trip to Qian, could it be that I'm going to be made a marquis?"

……

At the same time,

On the other side of the river.

The tall Fan Li stood in front of Liu Dahu.

Liu Dahu was lying there, hugging the red stone, with an arrow in his left shoulder. Fortunately, the Yan army arrived in time. More precisely, Fan Li arrived extremely quickly, splitting open two Silver Armored Guards and rushing out at the most critical moment, leaving behind an incomparably tall and reliable figure.

At the same time,

He also allowed a Silver Armored Guard who had no intention of fighting and randomly shot a crossbow arrow from a distance to hit himself.

At this moment, Fan Li's chest was still stuck with a crossbow arrow. Although it wasn't deep, the arrow feathers were also trembling slightly with the pulling of his chest muscles, which was very conspicuous.

But...

"Where's the lord? Where's the lord!!!"

Liu Dahu was a little confused,

The Demonic Orb in his hand,

Then stood up again,

And shook forward, backward, left, and right.

"Hiss..."

Fan Li took a deep breath,

Thousands of words were condensed into a single, affectionate greeting at this time:

"Fuck."