623 The Flute Was Played With No Sound, Whos the One Under the Umbrella (2/2)
Ning Que was in half-squat at this time, sensing the strong wind coming from behind. He had no time to dodge, so he pulled back his sword and sat down on the ground. Then, he raised his podao to meet that strong force, with his back protected.
His podao was designed by Fourth Brother of the academy and meticulously built by Sixth Brother. It was made up of three blades and was quite heavy and strong. However, it looked no heavier than Luo Kedi's sword and its dark, smooth, ordinary appearance looked like garbage compared with Luo Kedi's dazzling sword.
The plain podao met with the gorgeous golden sword.
There was a loud boom and lots of smoke.
At the end of the street, sergeants of Yuelun Kingdom only felt a buzz in their brain and their legs gave way due to weakness.
Ning Que's face was slightly white and his hands trembled violently while holding the hilt. As for the ground where he was sitting – it had already cracked like a spider web, with bricks, stones, sand and mud flying in all directions.
Luo Kedi bellowed, adjusted the grip on his sword and cut down again.
Ning Que raised his podao to meet him again. He could only feel a force pressing down on him, along the path of the podao. It seemed that it would not cease before pressing him into the broken ground.
At this moment, Ning Que sat on the ground and was in extremely passive state. Even though he could make full use of his podao, he could only endure continious strikes from Luo Kedi's magnificent golden sword. If this were to continue, he would lose: even if he could hold on for a while longer, it did not make any sense to do so, because the middle-aged monk was still in the field.
Ning Que's face flashed a trace of malice. Taking advantage of the extremely brief moment when Luo Kedi's golden sword swung back to store up his strength, he forced his right foot into the lower part of his left leg, and then suddenly stood up.
It was at that moment that Luo Kedi launched his third cut. Ning Que was not yet stable, especially with the drooping podao, which made it impossible to ward off his attack. However, he held the back of the podao's tip and pushed it forward. That was to say – he had blocked the third cut by the power of his two hands.
With a snort of scorn, Ning Que clapped the podao with the left hand and twisted his right wrist. The heavy podao seemed to become a clever viper, in an instant, it stabbed Luo Kedi – into his bleeding left shoulder, and immediately after – flashed back.
Luo Kedi did not expect that under the condition of absolute superiority, he would allow Ning Que to stand up and even was stabbed by him. Although his injury did not worsen, the sense of humiliation and anger made him forget everything, including his pierced chest and abdomen. He readjusted his grip and violently cut towards Ning Que.
Golden sword's glowing golden light filled the air, appearing quite enchanting. Its imperial aura appeared rich and prosperous, which represented Luo Kedi's strongest attack.
If Ning Que were fine with becoming a dead man, he could ignore this cut and directly slash his podao through Luo Kedi's throat. Even if Luo Kedi's armor was strong, he would have to die. But almost at the same time, Ning Que's own head would definitely be cut in half by this powerful golden sword.
Luo Kedi had been driven crazy enough to ignore his own life and death – giving everything he had to launch such a powerful cut. Ning Que did not want to die – he had to protect his own back, so he could only choose to evade it.
There was another thunderous noise. The already damaged wall of the small courtyard was shaken by the strong wind and collapsed with a rustling sound. Luo Kedi didn't wait, dishing out another cut.
Luo Kedi was a strong Martial Arts cultivator of West-Hill Divine Palace. The golden sword in his hand was a magic tool of the Divine Hall. Merging with the sword, he entered a state of selflessness. His strength was amazing and his fighting spirit was crazy.
Ning Que had cultivated the Great Spirit for a few years, so his body was not ordinary anymore – it was extremely strong. However, he could neither die at this time nor fight with his bodily movement. He was extremely passive and suppressed, so he could only fight back the hard way.
The brilliant golden sword and the unadorned iron sword were cutting each other, striking each other and then cutting again. They repeated this chain countless times in a very short amount of time.
The sounds of dozens of clashes exploded like thunder on the street.
There weren't any soldiers around the streets and lanes of Yuelun Kingdom who remained standing. Those that were still around were screaming with fear from on top of their horses and fleeing to the surrounding areas. They just wanted to be as far away from this horrible place as possible.
This battle did not seem like a fight between cultivators at all. It was more like a fight between two extremely powerful generals, carried on with heavy weapons, meant for the battlefield.
Ning Que's legs began to tremble. He found that strength of the divine guard commander of West-Hill Divine Palace was so terrible that it had exceeded himself and was not much weaker than Xia Hou at his peak.
A trail of blood trickled down from the corner of his lips. His internal organs must have been seriously injured. However, his eyes were still calm, even – indifferent. With such internal injuries, he was like a young male tiger fighting on the wasteland: even if it was injured – even though doing so was dangerous – it would never give up the idea of killing the enemy until the very last minute.
Luo Kedi raised the golden sword again.
This time, his arm trembled slightly. Although Ning Que was unstable after more than a dozen cuts by his golden sword, he did not feel well either. Great Spirit from the podao would also make him extremely pained every time his sword collided with the podao.
The most important thing was that before the war, his left shoulder had already been shot by a Primordial Thirteen Arrow. He could ignore any kind of serious wounds with such a crazy state of mind, but he had no way of avoiding their influence.
Ning Que noticed that Luo Kedi's right arm was trembling. His eyes lit up and he shouted, ”Open the umbrella.”
Big Black Umbrella spread out in front of him. Now it was very clean, but it was also broken. Many holes could be seen on its surface, just like clothes of beggars attending weddings – quite sad.
In a flash, Ning Que reached out his left hand and held the Big Black Umbrella.
At this time, Luo Kedi's golden sword swung down again.
The crazy divine guard commander wanted to cut Ning Que to death like the previous ten times he tried. He knew he could kill him. So even if he suddenly saw the Big Black Umbrella in front of him, he still struck towards Ning Que.
The golden sword heavily struck the Big Black Umbrella.
Suddenly, the surface of the Big Black Umbrella sagged, but it had not been cut.
Although the Big Black Umbrella was broken, it could still withstand any sword. Even if the sword was dazzlingly bright, it was, after all, not the Light of Buddha.
Big Black Umbrella was still the best defensive object in the world.
It was like a shield in Ning Que's hands.
Before, faced with Luo Kedi's golden sword, Ning Que had to swing his podao. Only in this way could he compete with Luo Kedi in strength. Now, the golden sword was blocked by the Big Black Umbrella.
Therefore, this time Ning Que was free to stab Luo Kedi, rather than cut.
The grey, plain podao stabbed out through a hole in the Big Black Umbrella.
With a soft sound, the blade pierced Luo Kedi's throat.
This seemingly random stab had pierced through several protective auras and hurt a vital organ.
Luo Kedi abandoned his sword, covered his bleeding throat and stepped back without any remaining breath or sanity.
He howled as he retreated.
His neck's bones were shattered. Because of that, his howl was especially weird and horrid – like a mournful roar of wild animals that died out of pride in the Wilderness.