Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 65 One general succeeds and thousands of bones wither
fifth day
The sun at Si hour warmed the rocks, and the remaining chill from the early morning had long been completely dispelled.

The warm mountain breeze blows continuously from all around.

Logically speaking, the weather at this time is perfect for an outing.

But in the Yuanyue Gorge outside Guangmingding, the air was gradually filled with the smell of blood.

The sounds of weapons clashing and fighting continued to echo everywhere, blowing into every corner of the canyon along the mountain wind.

Hundreds of figures were tangled into a bloody mass in the narrow valley. Disciples of the Kongtong Sect and disciples of the Ming Cult's Five Elements Flag were entangled and fighting with each other, and broken sword blades were emitting sparks on the bluestone.

Three bodies were stacked in the depression of the pass, and hot blood seeped into the cracks in the rocks, turning the ochre rocks into dark brown.

Hands suddenly stretched out from the ground and pulled the defenseless Kongtong Sect disciples above into the ground. The muffled groans and screams of blades breaking through flesh and blood also came from underground.

The Kongtong Sect disciples in the front row were suddenly stabbed in the abdomen by seven or eight blades that emerged from the ground beneath their feet and then quickly retracted.

The other Kongtong Sect disciples around were stunned, and then, led by the elder, they roared, raised their swords, broke through the ground, and killed the Ming Cult disciples hiding in the tunnels.

Severed limbs flew over the crowd, and blood exploded into red mist under the scorching sun.

Disciples of the Ming Cult and the six major sects continued to fall to the ground, and the blood from their wounds flowed down and gathered into a pool with the other blood around them.

The two groups of people, blood-thirsty, stepped on the gradually stiffening corpse and continued to hack and chop.

A similar scene is happening simultaneously on the surrounding mountains that guard Guangmingding.

The screams, sounds of fighting and crying gathered together in the canyon and on the mountainside, making people feel cold.

As the sounds of fighting gradually shifted from the canyon to the mountains around Guangmingding, some people quietly entered the canyon.

When they saw the corpses of the disciples of the six major sects and the Ming Cult on the ground, these people didn't care about the miserable state and blood of the corpses and started to work on them.

Shen Qingshan also clearly saw that some people even beat up and abducted some of the disciples from the six major sects and the Ming Cult who were only injured.

Everything was exactly as Qu Feiyan had said before.

Watching the fierce battle in the canyon below, Shen Qingshan couldn't help but mutter, "Emei, Kunlun, Huashan Sword Sect, and Kongtong Sect are all reputable and upright sects. They could easily disintegrate the Ming Cult by simply sending in the masters of Wudang and Northern Shaolin. Yet, for their own benefit, they're sending so many disciples to risk their lives."

Shen Pingan, who was standing by, said calmly, "One general's success is built on the sacrifices of thousands of men. This is simply the nature of the martial arts world."

His gaze fell on the canyon, and Shen Qingshan's face showed a trace of reluctance. He wanted to turn his head away and not look anymore.

But he glanced at Qu Feiyan, who stood beside him with an unchanged expression, as if he had already gotten used to it, and then looked at Shen Pingan.

Thinking that the burden of the Shen family now rests on Shen Ping'an, Shen Qingshan gritted his teeth, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and looked down at the canyon below again, trying hard to get used to and adapt to this real world.

noon.

If the mountain breeze in the early morning only carries a faint fishy smell.

Now, the mountain breeze around Guangmingding carries a strong smell of blood like rust.

Although they had been following the Wudang Sect and had not watched the fighting between the other sects, Shen Pingan and his companions had seen hundreds of casualties along the way, not to mention other invisible places.

This time, the six major sects attacked Guangmingding, and both sides could be said to be risking their lives.

Shen Qingshan concentrated his sword intent and true energy into his eyes, enhancing his vision so that he could look into the distance.

Ten feet away, in the Wudang team led by Mo Shenggu, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, a handsome boy who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old was resting with his back against a huge rock.

But even though he was resting, the boy showed no signs of relaxing at all.

His right hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, his body was trembling slightly, and he glanced left and right from time to time.

With the blood all over his body and the wounds on his arms, he looked quite miserable.

However, this young man's eyebrows are somewhat similar to Shen Qingshan's.

It was Shen Qingshan’s half brother, Shen Qingfeng.

After withdrawing the sword intent and true energy around his eyes back into his body and looking away, Shen Qingshan couldn't help but sigh.

"This brat was really scared!"

Shen Qingshan said calmly, "This time, the six major sects attacked the Ming Cult. It was indeed brutal. I've never experienced this before, so this kind of reaction is quite good."

However, after only half a day, none of the teams from the six major sects had reached Bright Summit.

According to the current battle situation, it will take at least two or three hours to successfully reach Guangmingding.

However, at this moment, as if sensing something, Yan Shisan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then, Shen Pingan, who also felt something, slowly turned around and looked behind him.

As the sight paused, five figures walked up the gentle slope.

The leader appeared to be about twenty-nine years old, dressed in an elegant white robe. His eyes, black and white, pierced with a sharp gaze. He held a folding fan with a white jade handle, and his hand, gripping it, was so white it was practically indistinguishable from the handle itself. Furthermore, while his appearance was exceptionally handsome, his nose was slightly higher than that of a Han Chinese, and his demeanor was charming yet possessed a certain air of heroism.

However, when his eyes fell on the man's face and throat, Shen Ping'an recognized the woman's identity at first sight.

The two people following closely behind this woman were both over forty years old. They were wearing loose black robes and had a fierce look between their brows. It was obvious that they were not people who were easy to deal with.

The other two were dressed as monks.

A man who was less than fifty years old was wearing a green monk's robe, cloth clothes and straw sandals. His face was full of spirit, and there seemed to be a faint flow of precious light, just like pearls and jade, shining naturally.

The other person was wearing a yellow robe, was extremely tall and thin, his figure was like a bamboo pole, his forehead was slightly sunken, like a plate, and his eyes were sharp.

In addition, he also had a thick golden wheel with a diameter of one foot on his waist. Although he was called a monk, his aura gave people the feeling of being more like a gangster.

When Shen Ping'an's eyes swept over the few people, the person who had just climbed the gentle slope also saw Shen Ping'an and the others.

Seeing that their clothes were all clean and new, and they didn't look like Shen Pingan and the others who had been in battle at all, they were all stunned for a moment.

Then, the two monks simultaneously looked at Yan Shisan who was standing at the edge, with fear and vigilance unconsciously revealed in their eyes.

Compared to the two monks, the woman's gaze was fixed on Shen Pingan.

When the woman looked at Shen Pingan, who had an extraordinary temperament and appearance, her eyes flashed.

After a brief pause, the tall and thin monk next to him began to faintly circulate his internal Qi and his lips moved slightly.

The next second, the woman raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Yan Shisan unconsciously.

After a brief pause, led by the woman, the group continued to move forward.

When she got closer, the woman put away the folding fan in her hand and bowed slightly. Shen Pingan nodded in response.

"Looking at you and your companions, don't they look like people from the six major sects or the Ming Cult?"

The voice is lively and quite pleasant to the ear.

In response to what the woman said, Shen Pingan said softly: "Young lady, your eyes are sharp. We have nothing to do with the six major sects and the Ming Cult."

The woman smiled brightly and asked, "Even so, why are you all here at Guangmingding?"

Shen Pingan said calmly: "I came here because I heard the news and wanted to watch the show."

The woman smiled. "Coincidentally, I also heard about this and came here. Since we're both just spectators, why don't we go together?"

It seemed that he had not expected that the woman would suddenly invite him, and Shen Pingan felt a little surprised.

But after a moment's hesitation, Shen Pingan responded, "I have other things to do later, so I'm sorry I can't accompany you."

The woman responded, "The bloody atmosphere here is too strong. It's really not suitable for staying here for long. It would be a good thing if you leave early, sir. Even so, I will not disturb you any further. Farewell."

After saying that, the woman glanced at Yan Shisan again, then left with a few people with a smile.

After they walked away, Qu Feiyan lowered her voice and said, "Sir, those people just now seemed to be from the Great Yuan Kingdom."

Shen Qingshan looked at Qu Feiyan in confusion and asked, "How do you know?"

Qu Feiyan said, "A few years ago, when I was with my grandfather, I met a monk from the Golden Light Sect of the Great Yuan Kingdom. The monk's robes were very different from the monks here. The robes worn by those two people were made according to the pattern of the monks of the Great Yuan Kingdom."

"And the other two men who looked fierce were wearing boots that were only available in the Yuan Dynasty."

"It's already May. If you're not from the Ming Dynasty, why would you go out wearing these boots?"

I have to say that Qu Feiyan's observation skills are indeed meticulous, and she has a lot of knowledge and experience.

In comparison, Shen Qingshan on the side sometimes seemed like the stupid son of a landlord. Although he was a few years older, his reaction and experience were inferior to those of the little girl.

At this time, Yan Shisan said: "The two monks just now were both at the Tiangang Realm, and the other two were at the Guiyuan Realm."

Upon hearing that the two monks were both warriors of the Tiangang realm, Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan were surprised.

"I'm surprised that I'm able to be accompanied by so many experts on this trip. Who is that sister?"

In response, Shen Pingan said softly: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be Princess Minmin Temur, the daughter of Prince Ruyang, the Grand Marshal of the Yuan Dynasty."

Shen Qingshan thought about it, and his tone became a little more surprised: "Princess Minmin Temur, a disciple of Pang Ban of the Magic Master Palace, the Zhao Min on the Hundred Flowers List?"

Shen Pingan smiled noncommittally and said, "If not, who else in the Great Yuan Dynasty would be qualified to have two Tiangang Realm warriors and two Guiyuan Realm warriors as guards?"

Qu Feiyan frowned and said, "Why would she, a person from the Great Yuan Kingdom, come to the Great Ming Kingdom for no reason? And what's more, she did so when the six major sects were besieging Guangmingding?"

Shen Pingan said: "You will know this later."

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