The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Chapter 248 Cutting Frost and Breaking Snow (Revised)

Yun Qing was thrown down from the city wall by Jiuyou for the third time. With a dull thud, his body slammed heavily onto the compacted earth, creating a large crater.

At this moment, every bone in Yun Qing's body was wailing in pain, as if it would shatter at any moment. The blood in his chest was surging, and he could no longer hold it in, and scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Master, master..."

The Dragon Shadow Guards gathered around, and Mo Yun and Mo Feng were extremely anxious. They couldn't bear to watch their master suffer heavy losses again and again, so they were about to rush up to the city wall and fight the mysterious man named Jiuyou.

Just as the two were about to leap onto the city wall, Yun Qing's dull voice rang out: "You are no match for him, don't go and die!"

Hearing this, the Dragon Shadow Guards were filled with guilt. Their master was right; they were truly useless. Their only use was to save their own lives, acting as a human shield for their master in times of crisis, giving him time to escape.

At this moment, many dark shadows suddenly appeared on the city wall, and a girl's voice was heard from the city wall.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Why do you want to hit people? Let me tell you... hitting people is illegal... Don't think you can hit people just because you are good at martial arts. Didn't your mother teach you to stay calm when encountering things? Otherwise, if you hit others today, you may be beaten by society tomorrow!..." The little girl's incessant words came from the city wall.

When Yun Qing heard that voice, her whole body trembled: "Nuannuan! Nuannuan!..."

It was Mu Qingcheng's voice. They had captured Nuannuan. No! He couldn't let anyone hurt his little girl!

Yun Qing struggled to sit up, every muscle protesting with pain. But he ignored it, forcing himself to sit cross-legged, enduring the excruciating pain. In just a dozen seconds, he quickly gathered the little remaining Qi within him. His eyes revealed determination and resolve. With a single breath, he leaped onto the tower once more.

Seeing their master like this, all the Dragon Shadow Guards followed without hesitation. Their duty was to be ready to serve as a meat shield for their master at any time.

"Nuannuan, Nuannuan!..." Yun Qing jumped onto the city wall and called out to Mu Qingcheng anxiously, his voice full of worry.

Mu Qingcheng was tied up with soul-catching iron chains by ghosts and brought to the city wall. She originally planned to meet the leader of these ghosts and talk things over with him, as there was no hatred between them!

But the man in front of him was wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, with his face completely covered by a hood. The reason he was called a man was because he was tall and strong.

Could this strange person be the leader of the ghosts? He felt more like the Black Mountain Demon! Mu Qingcheng felt a little scared. She didn't know what this person wanted to do by capturing her. Was he trying to threaten Yun Qing? Various thoughts kept flashing through her mind, but she couldn't make any sense of it.

Just when she was anxious, she suddenly heard Yun Qing's anxious call. She turned around suddenly and saw Yun Qing, with a surprised expression on her face.

Yun Qing's mouth was still stained with blood, a glaring sight against his pale face. His hair was a little disheveled, and his white shirt was stained with blood and dirt, making him look rather disheveled. It was impossible to tell where his injuries were, but he looked frail.

Mu Qingcheng's eyes instantly turned red: "Yun Qing, Yun Qing...you, what's wrong with you!!!" Her heart seemed to be tugged at. It must be this Black Mountain Old Demon who hurt Yun Qing.

"You, why did you hurt him?" Mu Qingcheng questioned Jiuyou angrily.

Jiuyou turned his head slightly, looked at Yun Qing, and sneered: "He's just a piece of trash who came here to die. There's no way he can be compared to him. I don't know how he raised such a piece of trash!"

Mu Qingcheng was very angry when she heard this. How could this Black Mountain Old Demon mock Yun Qing like this? She didn't care. In her heart, Yun Qing was the best in the world.

Mu Qingcheng tried desperately to break free from the soul-binding iron chains and wanted to rush to Yun Qing's side to see his injuries and ask him where he was hurt.

But the chain seemed to have life. The more she struggled, the tighter it got, causing her so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.

Similarly, when Yun Qing saw Mu Qingcheng chained, he felt so distressed that he almost suffocated, and the anger in his heart had reached its peak!

He didn't care about Jiuyou's ridicule, but if anyone dared to hurt his little girl, he would fight to the death! The Qingcheng Sword was quickly unsheathed, and with a flash of sword light, it slashed straight at the ghost that was holding Mu Qingcheng. The ghost, sensing Yunqing's attack, had no time to dodge, and quickly unleashed a strangely shaped scimitar to block it.

The Qingcheng Sword and the scimitar collided instantly, and with a crisp "crack" sound, the ghost's scimitar broke. The Qingcheng Sword then slashed at the ghost, and blood splattered everywhere, and the ghost's head and body were separated.

Mu Qingcheng was splashed with blood. This sudden scene frightened her so much that her face turned pale, her body trembled, and she almost fainted.

Yun Qing also knew that the bloody scene must have frightened his little girl, so he quickly reached out and tried to hug her. Unfortunately, someone was quicker than him.

Jiuyou appeared beside Mu Qingcheng like a ghost, grabbed the iron chain behind her waist, and lifted the little girl up.

Mu Qingcheng's feet left the ground and she kept kicking: "You, you, you, you old demon from Black Mountain, put me down right now."

Yun Qing's grasp was in vain, and the little girl fell into Jiuyou's hands. He was very anxious and swung his sword at Jiuyou.

The Dragon Shadow Guards were extremely anxious when they saw their master Mu fall into the hands of that terrifying mysterious man. When they saw their master taking action, they didn't care about anything else and drew their weapons to fight to the death.

"Yunqing, don't come over here! Be careful of your injuries..."

Mu Qingcheng was afraid that Yun Qing would ignore his own injuries in order to save her and fall into an even more dangerous situation. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Jiuyou dodged Qingcheng's sword, but Yunqing suddenly changed his stance. With a light swing of his longsword, a frosty chill emanated from its tip. Under the watery moonlight, the sword's edge sliced ​​through the lonely night sky, as cold as frost and snow.

The sword moves were getting faster and faster, becoming mere afterimages. All around him was the raging wind and snow, a chill that was overwhelming. This sword technique was incredibly brilliant. Unfortunately, he couldn't even penetrate the edge of Jiuyou's clothes.

With a loud bang, Jiuyou split the Qingcheng Sword with a single palm, and then slapped Yunqing on the left shoulder with another palm. A powerful force knocked Yunqing away. Not surprisingly, he fell to the ground again, in a state of disgrace!

"Frost-Cutting and Snow-Breaking Sword Qi Technique! Are you worthy of using this sword technique?"

Yun Qing fell to the ground and didn't care about the boiling blood. He was shocked at first: "You, how did you know?" He blurted out.

"There are nine levels of sword techniques in the Frost-Slashing and Snow-Breaking Sword Techniques, and you just used only three: the first is Welcoming the Frost, the second is Seeking the Snow, and the third is Condensing the Frost and Seeing the Snow. He stole my entire sword technique book, so is this all he taught you?"

Jiuyou was actually right, but even Yunqing didn't know that the Frost-Slicing and Snow-Breaking Sword Technique had nine levels! He was in a state of panic.

This sword technique was a secret that his master had never passed on. He could learn all the sword techniques in Xuantian Palace, but his master refused to teach him this one. His master said that he had secretly learned this sword technique when he was young and that it could not be passed on to his own disciples, as doing so would be a violation of the moral code of the martial arts world.

The Frost-Slicing and Snow-Breaking Sword Qi Art was actually his! Did his master learn it from Jiuyou?

Yun Qing was still young and curious at the time. He took advantage of his master's absence to secretly read the secret book and practiced the sword technique. However, the secret book only contained these three levels, which were already extremely exquisite, more exquisite than any sword technique he had ever learned.

Ever since he learned this sword technique, he never dared to use it in front of outsiders. Today, he used this sword technique in a hurry.

"Humph! Back then, he let Zhixi steal this sword technique from me. I thought he would devote himself to studying and comprehending it, and find a way to break it. I didn't expect him to actually learn it secretly and pass it on to you. How despicable!"

Yun Qing was extremely ashamed. This set of sword techniques was stolen from his master, and he learned it secretly. Today, he was caught red-handed by the master. It was really embarrassing.

"No, it wasn't taught to me by my master. I stole this sword technique by peeking at my master's secret manual. But the manual only contains these three levels!"

"Oh!" Jiuyou paused for a moment, then asked, "Only the first three levels? Who is your master?"

"Master Wuji, the head of Xuantian Palace!" Yun Qing respectfully reported his master's name.

Jiuyou suddenly paused, and after a moment, he said, "I've never heard of it. I've been to Xuantian Palace, but the Kung Fu there is nothing special, just some tricks to fool people!"

"Ha! What a big tone! Who are you? What a bold lunatic! How dare you ridicule our Xuantian Palace?"

The person who spoke was Su Jiyu, a disciple of Xuantian Palace who had hurried over.