I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 570 Assassination in the Reed Marshes
Thirty miles from Xiangfan City, the once vast and vibrant reed marshes now seem devoid of life.

In the central area, Zhao Kai sat on the Tianbo Kaijing archway in the reed marshes, with four red-armored generals standing at his feet.

Although he lost one of the five red-armored generals, he seemed very excited today.

Because of today's battle, he wants to take back everything he has lost.

In the northeast direction stood a burly man who looked unremarkable, like a farmer, holding a small wooden box in his hand and a golden soft sword wrapped around his waist.

It is said that there is a martial arts master who has ranked eleventh in two consecutive martial arts competitions. He is proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, including swords, spears, and daggers, and has a broad knowledge of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and other schools of thought.

He was so clever and eclectic that he didn't know which weapon to choose, so he ended up with a soft sword. After infusing it with his inner energy, it could be used as a knife, a spear, or a sword.

He should have been the tenth in the world, but because the unreasonable Wang Xianzhi insisted on calling himself the second in the world, he became the awkward eleventh in the world.

His name was Wang Mingyin, and he was the younger brother of Wang Mingyang, the first general of the Spring and Autumn Period.

The wooden box in his hand was the one given to him by Zhao Kai, the attendant of Prince Jing'an Zhao Heng, containing Wang Mingyang's eyeballs.

After the Battle of Xiangfan, Wang Mingyin did not seek revenge in Beiliang, but he did say that the Xu family was not allowed to enter Xiangfan again.

He was now just a farmer who knew kung fu, with no ambition for the martial world. He didn't really want to get involved in the feud between the two great vassal kings, but since the son of the King of Beiliang dared to come to Xiangfan, he should fulfill his promise from back then.

In the southwest direction, Wu Liuding and Cuihua stood side by side.

Zhao Heng spent a lot of money to hire him, but today he just wanted to see Li Chungang's swordsmanship.

"Cuihua, do you think Zhou Chengan will beat me up this time?" Wu Liuding asked.

Without thinking, Cuihua blurted out, "As long as you don't harm the innocent, he won't."

"Cuihua!" Wu Liuding looked at Cuihua's smiling face and said with a hint of resentment, "Why are you so happy when Zhou Cheng'an is mentioned?"

“I just think he’s a good person,” Cuihua said earnestly. “He’s willing to treat ordinary people as human beings.”

Wu Liuding pursed his lips and remained silent.

on the official road.

Xu Fengnian, dressed in white, sat on the roof of the carriage and said to Wu Lingsu, who was riding a horse beside him, "Old Wu, Cheng'an gave me a divination this morning, saying that I will have a bloody disaster today. Do you think his prediction was accurate?"

Xu Fengnian didn't really like Wu Lingsu, but since he was bored, he could chat with him casually.

"The Daoist Master's divination is naturally accurate."

Xu Fengnian nodded, his face grim, and said, "Lu Qiu'er's letter said that Xiangfan King Mingyang's younger brother has also come. I don't understand. Back then, the Xiangfan siege and defense battle lasted for ten whole years, and he didn't help at all. Why is he here to join in the fun today? Has he suddenly had a change of heart?"

"I dare not speak presumptuously. I only know that Wang Mingyin's martial arts cultivation is extremely high. Otherwise, he would not have been ranked on the martial arts list twice in a row and have been the eleventh master in the world for twenty consecutive years."

Wu Lingsu was in a terrible state of mind. She knew that there were many people in the world who had a grudge against Xu Xiao of Beiliang. Xu Fengnian was hunted down wherever he went.

I estimate that there must be others besides Wang Mingyin today.

Daoist Master is really something. It's one thing to go out and play chess with someone at this time, but he doesn't even take me with him.

Now things are really bad.

I wonder if Xu Fengnian can handle it.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves broke the tranquility of the reed marshes.

A troop of cavalry escorting a carriage came into their view.

Wu Lingsu felt that the carriage looked familiar, and after a brief recollection, she remembered it.

A few days ago, he had seen a stunningly beautiful woman in that carriage; she was Pei Nanwei, the wife of Prince Jing'an, Zhao Heng.

"What is the Prince of Jing'an doing here?" Wu Lingsu couldn't help but mutter.

Clearly, he thought the person in the carriage was Prince Jing'an, Zhao Heng.

In reality, only Princess Pei Nanwei of Jing'an was in the carriage. She was seeing Xu Fengnian off on behalf of Prince Jing'an, but she was unaware that she had become a pawn to be discarded.

At the same time, Ning Emei led a troop of Phoenix Battalion light cavalry and rode up to the carriage that was parked on the official road.

"Your Highness, I have arranged for guards to escort Yu Youwei out of Qingzhou, and all the other members of the Phoenix Battalion have returned to their posts."

Xu Fengnian, dressed in white, sat on the roof of the carriage shed, gazing at the reeds before him, and said quietly, "Take a headcount of the men and horses."

By the time Ning Emei finished counting the number of people and discovered that three were missing, Pei Nanwei's carriage had arrived in front of them.

Xu Fengnian climbed off the roof of the carriage and walked towards the carriage opposite.

After exchanging only a few words with Pei Nanwei, the three red-armored generals appeared, pulling the three missing men with them.

Without Wei Shuyang this time, Xu Fengnian sent Yang Qingfeng, Lü Qiantang, and Shu Xiu with a group of men to chase them into the reed marshes.

Then, Wang Mingyin, who looked like a farmer, appeared.

"I have said that the Xu family members are not allowed to enter Xiangfan again."

Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked over: "The eleventh in the world, Wang Mingyin."

Almost simultaneously, a man and a woman emerged from the reeds.

They were all young and looked exceptionally spirited. The young man held a bamboo pole in his hand, and about ten steps behind him stood a pretty woman carrying a sword, exuding a cold and aloof air.

Wu Lingsu's expression changed slightly when she saw the young man.

Why is Wu Liuding here again?
This time they even brought an assistant. Is this ever going to end?
Wait, that’s not right!
The woman seemed to be carrying the Suwang Sword on her back.

How could the second-ranked peerless sword in the world, along with the title and sword of the current head of the Wu family's sword tomb, be taken out of the sword tomb?

Just as Wu Lingsu was wondering, she heard Wu Liuding say loudly, "Old Sword God Li, Wu Liuding of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, has come today with the Suwang Sword, and asks for another battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the reeds on both sides swayed wildly without any wind, making this contemporary Wu family swordsman appear as otherworldly as a sword immortal.

An invisible sword aura instantly spread out, causing the warhorse to snort uncomfortably.

Wu Lingsu took the opportunity to step back, thinking to herself, "It seems this kid is here to challenge Li Chungang to a duel. Could it be that he was scared away by Li Chungang's sword that cut the river two hundred feet wide last time and felt he lost face, so he's here to settle the score today?"

However, if Li Chungang can deal with him once, he can deal with him a second time, so there's not too much to worry about.

But... if Li Chungang and Wu Liuding were to fight, who would stop Wang Mingyin, the eleventh in the world?
Just then, Li Chungang stepped out of the carriage, holding a wooden sword.

"It's you again, kid. Let me see just how capable you are with this Wu family sword crown."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chungang, carrying his wooden sword, flew through the air like a dragon towards Wu Liuding.

Wu Lingsu felt increasingly uneasy and thought to herself, "Daoist Master, where have you gone? Please come back soon, or we'll be in trouble."

Li Chungang is about to fight Wu Liuding, who carries the Suwang Sword. Each of them represents the new and old leaders of swordsmanship in the martial arts world, and Li Chungang will certainly not be able to escape in just a few moves.

Yang Qingfeng, Lü Qiantang, and the others have all gone to the reed marshes, where a bloody battle with an unpredictable outcome is about to begin, and it is possible that they will all perish.

At this moment, only the assassin Qingniao, Ning Emei, and the thirty-odd light cavalrymen beside Xu Fengnian, the heir of Beiliang, remained by his side.

With this group of people, can they possibly stop the eleventh master in the world?

Wu Lingsu found it difficult and took another step back.

As an innocent party, he certainly didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

At this moment, Ning Emei raised her hand, and thirty light cavalrymen spread out in a fan shape, their thirty powerful crossbows aimed directly at the eleventh-ranked master in the world. Immediately afterward, thirty repeating crossbows fired simultaneously, and a rain of arrows pierced the sky.

Wang Mingyin, facing him, remained fearless and walked forward. He stretched out one hand, and with a powerful palm strike, he froze the incoming arrows in mid-air. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the first wave of arrows deviated from its course and shot into the soil beside him.

Arrows rained down in quick succession, and a second wave of arrows arrived. Wang Mingyin, with his stern expression, still pointed with one finger, gesturing as the arrows continued to pierce the ground.

In an instant, he was surrounded by arrows, yet he remained unharmed and continued walking towards Xu Fengnian on the other side.

"Discard the crossbow!"

"Draw the knife!"

Following Ning Emei's order, the Phoenix Battalion's light cavalry charged towards Wang Mingyin, swords drawn.

Wang Mingyin, who looked like a farmer, strode up and charged at the captain who was in the lead, sending the latter and his horse flying.

Immediately afterwards, he quickened his pace, his feet stomping on the ground with a thunderous sound, no less than the sound of horses' hooves. He spread his hands out, braced himself on the two horses, and suddenly exerted force, throwing the two warhorses and their riders sideways.

At the same time, two Northern Liang swords slashed at Wang Mingyin.

Wang Mingyin's face was ashen. He gripped the most formidable standard-issue cold blade in the world with both hands, twisted it gently, and then pulled it, tearing two fierce Phoenix Battalion cavalrymen off their horses and throwing them away.

A warhorse suddenly stopped, its hooves rising high before stomping down heavily.

Wang Mingyin swiftly withdrew his hands, which were as large as prayer mats, and raised them above his head to grasp the horse's hooves, which were heavy with force. With a cold snort, he threw the horse and rider out again.

In just a few breaths, Wang Mingyin had taken down six of the light cavalrymen who had charged into the enemy lines.

Wu Lingsu, who was watching the battle, took another step back, ready to escape at any moment.

He didn't want to die with Xu Fengnian.

Just then, a shadow appeared beside Wu Lingsu, and a hand patted his shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wu Lingsu immediately turned to look at Zhou Chengan, who had suddenly appeared, her face filled with indescribable joy.

"Daoist Master, you've finally returned."

"Xu Fengnian is so hated that several groups of people have come to kill him."

"If you don't come back soon, he'll kill me."

Zhou Chengan smiled knowingly: "Then it seems I came back a little too early."

Upon hearing this, Wu Lingsu smiled awkwardly and said, "Daoist Master, please don't tease me. Next time you go out to play chess, you must take me with you. If I'm left here alone, I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

"Am I very old?"

"Not old, not old, not old at all, I misspoke."

As they were talking, Xu Fengnian walked over with Pei Nanwei and said with a smile, "Cheng'an, how about it? Your brother helped you snatch her away."

"Given the current situation, even your uncle is preparing to run away, and you still have the mind to joke?" Zhou Chengan teased.

“I’m not joking.” Xu Fengnian said, looking at Pei Nanwei beside him, and laughed, “How about it, the husband I found for you is better than my Uncle Wang, right? You won’t lose out.”

Pei Nanwei ignored him, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes as she looked at Zhou Chengan, and curtsied.

"Master Zhou".

Zhou Cheng'an hummed in agreement: "Miss Pei, this humble Taoist greets you."

The address "Miss Pei" made Pei Nanwei pause for a moment. Just as she was about to say something, she noticed that Zhou Chengan had already turned and gazed into the distance.

The first person you see is Wang Mingyin, who is unremarkable in appearance and looks like a farmer.

Watching him fight against the Phoenix Battalion's light cavalry, Zhou Chengan shook his head slightly.

Huang Longshi laid out his plans for the world and made his moves in the martial arts world. Wang Mingyin was also a pawn in Huang Longshi's hands, and a pawn that would be used and discarded once it was done.

Further away, there was the duel between Li Chungang and Wu Liuding.

Wu Liuding's swordsmanship is decent, but compared to Li Chungang, he's still quite inexperienced.

Li Chungang's sword flashed like a rainbow piercing the sun, its blue light dazzling, as he swiftly thrust it at Wu Liuding in mid-air.

The sword strike was so fast that Wu Liuding had no time to block it.

With a light tap of his toes, he retreated hastily. By the slightest difference, Li Chungang's sword struck down with unparalleled sword intent, piercing a huge crater in the spot where Wu Liuding had initially landed.

"What a brilliant move, a sword strike that even immortals kneel in despair!"

Wu Liuding exclaimed in surprise. Without the slightest hesitation, he swept the bamboo pole in his hand in a perfect semi-circle towards Li Chungang's head, creating a whistling sound as it flew.

Li Chungang smiled faintly, the aura of the wooden sword in his hand surged, and the tip of the sword was surrounded by a blue light. It was still a casual sword strike.

Wu Liuding did not shy away from the sharp edge; his bamboo pole trajectory remained unchanged, and he continued to sweep across the battlefield.

The two swordsmen used different techniques, one horizontal and one vertical.

When Li Chungang's wooden sword clashed head-on with Wu Liuding's bamboo pole, it produced an unusual, ear-piercing sound, like metal striking stone.

The wooden sword and the bamboo pole clashed together but did not bounce off immediately.

Li Chungang unleashed a torrent of azure sword energy, causing Wu Liuding's bamboo pole to bend repeatedly. Finally, unable to withstand the seemingly endless onslaught of Li Chungang's sword energy, the bamboo pole snapped in two.

Having gained the upper hand, Li Chungang remained calm and seized the opportunity to stab Wu Liuding in the chest.

The bamboo pole broke in two. Wu Liuding held each half in his hands and retreated again and again, floating more than twenty steps away.

Li Chungang lunged forward, his sword never leaving Wu Liuding's chest. The sword tip was half a zhang away, but the sword energy was like a green snake spitting its tongue, only about a zhang away.

Watching the two fight back and forth, Zhou Chengan couldn't help but mutter something to himself.

"The Wu Family Sword Tomb is indeed quite impressive; I should take a look when I have time."

In the reed marshes, Wu Liuding transformed a bamboo pole into a two-handed sword and exchanged more than ten blows with Li Chungang.

The Wu Family Sword Tomb is renowned for its unparalleled sword techniques. The fact that he was able to leave the tomb and travel the world as a sword master undoubtedly indicates that he possesses an astonishingly high level of swordsmanship.

The bamboo pole in his hand did not produce a trace of sword energy; he was only good at unpredictable and divine moves. Even when facing a sword master like Li Chungang, his sword style still followed a domineering path, advancing relentlessly.

Seeing this, Li Chungang smiled slightly, concealed the blue light on his wooden sword, and the sword energy disappeared. He simply countered sword moves with sword moves, strolling leisurely and responding to each move as he engaged Wu Liuding in close combat.

After exchanging about a hundred blows, Li Chungang forced Wu Liuding back with a single sword strike and laughed, "Young Wu, that's enough. If you don't use the Suwang Sword again, I'm not going to fight you anymore."

Wu Liuding remained silent, waving the bamboo pole in his hand as he approached, clearly showing no intention of using the Suwang Sword.

This infuriated Li Chungang.

The wooden sword in his hand suddenly emitted a blue light, and then it suddenly expanded, the blue energy as thick as an arm, completely covering the wooden sword itself.

With a single stroke of his sword, the sword energy swept across, completely shattering the bamboo pole in Wu Liuding's hand.

In addition, this sword strike also sent Wu Liuding flying.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood...

(End of this chapter)