624 Bound to You, Before the Broken Wall (1/2)

Chapter 624: Bound to You, Before the Broken Wall

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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 passed, but, in fact, it was very short. Luo Kedi was retreating, with a hand covering his bloody 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 slashing 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.