Chapter 624 (1/2)
Chapter 624: Bound to You, Before the Broken Wall
The courtyard's wooden gate was shattered . Smoke rose from the broken wall . Sword had sliced the monk's robes . A long time seemed to have pa.s.sed, but, in fact, it was very short . Luo Kedi was retreating, with a hand covering his b.l.o.o.d.y throat . Those eighteen West-Hill Divine Guards, who had just arrived at the broken wall, raised their blades to strike at Ning Que, while shouting angrily .
West-Hill Divine Guards were guards directly under the hierarch . Their states were much higher than the ordinary cavalrymen of Divine Hall . If they were in some common cultivation sect, they would be regarded as extremely powerful men . Swords in their hands were long and straight with runes carved densely on their bodies . The power of those swords would grow with every slash, because of it, it was known as the Divine Blade .
Those eighteen Divine Blades fell upon Ning Que from all directions – like a furious storm . With Big Black Umbrella in hand, Ning Que could ward off these swords but not all of them .
Fortunately, besides the Big Black Umbrella, he still had a podao in hand . Therefore, he drew the podao back out of the hole in the Big Black Umbrella and swung it through the winds and storms of swords .
The Big Black Umbrella, podao and eighteen Divine Blades were hitting each other with pitter-patter sounds . Extremely loud and complicated sounds soon followed . Some were from cracking metals or sharp blades slas.h.i.+ng in the sky, while others were flesh being stabbed by blades or snorting due to having to endure lots of pain .
Four of the Divine Blades were broken and three West-Hill Divine Guards had blood slits on their chests and abdomen . They were retreating quickly among the chaos . Ning Que's hand, which was holding the black umbrella, had been hurt slightly and there were two long wounds on his left leg . The Divine Blade, engraved with talismans, was extremely sharp . Thus, even if he was very strong, he still could not block it thoroughly .
A broken tip of Divine Blade's long blade suddenly flew into sky and fell towards one of the streets and alleys around the small courtyard . An Ascetic Monk of Xuankong Temple was struck by that tip on his shoulder . He turned pale and then fell to the ground .
There was also a broken blade zooming towards the middle-aged monk . He reached out two of his fingers and calmly grabbed the blade like picking flowers from the air . Then, he walked towards Ning Que . His robes had already been broken and his body was stained with blood . He appeared extremely miserable, but his face looked very calm .
What was shocking was that the two deep wounds on his back and groin were no longer bleeding . Although there were still slits, muscles on both sides of the wounds were squeezed together and twisted slowly – as if the wounds were healing . If not for his slightly pale face, no one could not tell he was injured at all .
Ning Que had thought that this monk would have some way to handle it, but he never thought that he could heal his wounds by squeezing his muscles . This was quite shocking but not impossible . However, several blood vessels in his groin were broken . How could he make those blood vessels re-grow?
What made him even more alarmed was that, as the middle-aged monk approached him, more than a hundred archers from the Yuelun Kingdom's national army also entered these streets . He could clearly hear sounds of bowstrings being streched .
Ning Que's pupils slightly narrowed . Since he cultivated the Great Spirit, he never felt afraid of any ordinary archers, let alone right now with Big Black Umbrella in his hand . However, he was worried about the person he was carrying on his back .
More than a dozen West-Hill Divine Guards a.s.sembled again . As the middle-aged monk walked over, archers around the streets gradually entered their shooting positions . The atmosphere suddenly became tense .
Ning Que had retreated several steps and stood in front of the half-broken wall . After coming out of the wall, he had been fighting at a high speed . In the eyes of others, he was just a black figure – dressed in a black uniform of the Academy . It was not until he stood in front of the broken wall without any motion that they saw him clearly .
There was a thin little girl on his back . They were tied tightly around their waists and thighs by ropes . In this manner, they would never be seperated, no matter how fast they run, and also guaranteed that his reactions and speed during battle wouldn't be hindered .
Seeing this scene, Master Qi Mei, West-Hill Divine Guards, Ascetic Monks in the distance, and archers of Yuelun Kingdom had all guessed the true ident.i.ty of the thin, weak girl . They could not help feeling extremely complicated . Some were sighing with emotion, some were scared, while others were shocked .
Ning Que was holding Big Black Umbrella in his left hand and podao in his right hand, he looked at the middle-aged monk and West-Hill Divine Guards . He maintained silence and so did Sangsang, who was carrying a black iron bow along with the other luggage tied around her waist . She rested her head on his shoulder . Although they were besieged on all sides, no one could not see any emotion on their faces .
The field was quiet .
Ning Que's and Sansang's calmness represented greatness, which was quite horrifying . They were looking at the picture in front of them: Master Qi Mei and West-Hill Divine Guards had all stopped their steps subconsciously – no one dared to shoot arrows .
The black uniform was slightly trembling and his chest under it kept undulating . Ning Que did not give out sounds of panting . But, in fact, he was extremely exhausted . It was a very short battle, but to him it seemed to have lasted the whole day . Especially his previous fight with Luo Kedi, which dragged on for more than ten huge blows had made him feel lacking in strength .
Luo Kedi's last strike with the golden sword had heavily struck against the Big Black Umbrella . The umbrella's handle had moved sharply and poked his chest . He felt pulsing pain in his chest . What was even more troublesome was that after being hit by the middle-aged monk with seven fingers and more than a dozen golden sword strikes, he had suffered internal injuries and his hand, which was holding the hilt, kept trembling slightly .
He relaxed the right hand that was holding the hilt and then clenched it tightly again . In a very short period of time, he repeated this action seven times so as to calm down and relieve his fatigued wrist . His movement was too fast for the hilt to leave his hand, so no one on the field of battle had noticed .
While repeating this movement, his thoughts raced . How could he solve the current predicament and the things that would happen later? How could he get rid of this middle-aged monk?
Luo Kedi was undoubtedly a horrible enemy, whose strength was even above his own . Fortunately, he had already suffered severe injuries . Even if he could survive, he certainly could no longer fight today .
But Ning Que was clear that it did not mean that his strength had surpa.s.sed Luo Kedi's . He just made use of the hole in the Big Black Umbrella – a way no one could imagine – to defeat him . If one thought this fight over calmly, he would understand that this was just a tactical victory and did not represent an apt comparison of their strategic strength .
However, this middle-aged monk was more powerful and terrifying than Luo Kedi . Ning Que's bodily movement was very quick after cultivating the Great Spirit . However, his previous attack had failed to cause any lasting damage . His quick movements did not help much either . What should he do if the middle-aged monk kept following him?