Chapter 21: The Desperate Road Collapses Clouds

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  Facing Yang Zhao's loud challenge, in an instant, Fang Qinghui suddenly felt extremely heavy in his heart.

  In the end, the two of them are now fighting for their lives because of the conflicting interests and positions between the Buddhist forces represented by Ci Hang Jing Zhai and the Sui imperial family forces represented by Yang Zhao. However, in terms of personal relationships, there is actually no deep-seated hatred or resentment between Fan Qinghui and Yang Zhao.

  It is known that since her debut, this elegant and refined lady has been surrounded by the elite of society. With her extraordinary temperament, like a fairy in the moon, and her clever and skillful ways, she has always been successful in everything she does. No matter what she wants to do, as long as she gives a slight hint or orders half a sentence, it will be done perfectly without any effort. And no matter who the other person is, male or female, with whatever stance, there are very few people who can directly refuse her. As for being an enemy of hers, that is simply unheard of.

  However, Mohe Ye and Yang Zhao, this pair of authentic Dharma heirs, were an exception.

  Mohe Yeshen is the leader of a sect and also the number one master in the world today. Overbearing and ambitious, his will is firmer than a hundredfold of Mount Tai. Fan Qinghui couldn't make this piece of tempered steel turn into softness like he did to others, which was expected, nothing surprising.

  But what about Yang Zhao? This young prince of the Sui Dynasty, born in the deep palace and raised by women's hands since childhood, has never seen anything in the world, why can he also resist his charm, and even speak with sharp words, not giving an inch?

  Man Jing Hui really couldn't understand.

  Can't think it through, will naturally go to think more. Moreover, in this pursuit action that started from Wuzhangyuan, across the Qinling Mountains, lasting for hundreds of miles and lasting for days, both sides fought with strength and wits. Inevitably, Fan Qing's heart was filled with thoughts of Yang Zhao day and night. Unconsciously, the position of this young king in her mind had long been far more important than normal categories.

  However, the degree of importance attached to it is still not comparable to Fang Qinghui's feelings towards Jingzhai. Almost from the beginning of her memory, Jingzhai's teachings, interests, beliefs, and pursuits have been instilled into her mind countless times, merged with her blood, merged with her flesh, and merged with every cell in her body, becoming an inseparable part of her. Over a decade, Fang Qinghui has long taken Jingzhai's teachings for granted, even as absolutely sacred and inviolable.

  She has never killed anyone before. However, she also understands that if Yang Zhao escapes this calamity and smoothly takes over the throne of Great Sui, then at least in the next few decades or even hundreds of years, Jingzhai will absolutely have no chance to rise again. Or worse still, there is a possibility that she will be completely uprooted and thoroughly eliminated.

  This ominous prospect, Fang Qinghui absolutely cannot tolerate it becoming a reality. So at this moment, in this place, Yang Zhao must—die!

  Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but in reality, it was only a moment. Fang Qing's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and her expression turned chilly. Without saying a word, she slowly raised the "Flying Wing". In the simplest and most unadorned posture, there were infinite mysteries contained. The sky and earth, which had originally been separated by millions of miles, suddenly seemed to come alive. The nine heavens and nine earths' energy surged into the sword body. The humble three-foot green blade unexpectedly became a bridge connecting heaven and earth. This was precisely the second move of the Ci Hang Sword Style: the starting pose that dominated heaven and earth.

  Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He knew that if he let his opponent gather momentum and attack with full force, he would be completely unable to withstand it. At this critical moment, he wouldn't be foolish enough to persist in maintaining some gentlemanly demeanor of ladies first. The fire and water trigrams reappeared suddenly, but instead of floating on the surface, they converged at his feet. The two opposing forces of hard and soft, yin and yang, rubbed against each other, immediately producing a loud "Boom!" Yang Zhao shot out like he had rocket boosters under his feet, his hands flashing in a left and right hook, using the "Mantis Breaks the Carriage" move to strike first and intercept Qinghui before she could even draw her sword!

  Mantis smashes the carriage with a killing intent that shakes the heavens, but Fan Qingxue's gaze is as calm as if she didn't see it. The flying sword absorbs the energy of the nine heavens and nine earths, and with a sudden reversal of her wrist, she counterattacks. In an instant, the mantis and the flying sword are evenly matched, without any reservations, and they engage in a fierce head-on collision.

  No powerful backlash as expected, but instead a strange and ancient power emerged from the point of contact between the mantis hook and the short sword. The flying wings rotated instantly with the momentum, and in an instant, they absorbed and guided the water and fire elements of the mantis hook, dispersing them into nothingness. In that moment, Yang Zhao felt as if all his vital energy and spiritual power had been swallowed up by the rotating sword, leaving him feeling empty and hollow, a sensation even more unbearable than death itself.

  This shock was not trivial, Yang Zhao hastily withdrew his spirit and converged his energy, his true energy rapidly spewing out and retracting. He barely managed to stop the loss of his power. Just as he was about to retreat and regroup, Jing Zhan suddenly shouted again in a clear voice. Under the radiant sunlight, the flying swords transformed from ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand, and instantly changed into tens of thousands, swirling and intersecting, surrounding Yang Zhao from all eight directions. The cold light of the sword blades intertwined, forming a vast, dizzying sword curtain that enveloped him. Trapped within it, Young Master Wang couldn't even distinguish which swords were real and which were fake, let alone break through or counterattack.

  Unable to control one's own body, there is no way to defend against it, this is truly: The Sword Dominates Heaven and Earth!

  The virtual and real sword curtains still belong to the prelude, the truly fatal blow, no one knows when it will be launched from which direction. Like a white horse crossing a gap, in the brief and fleeting time, Yang Zhao's mind was dizzy and confused, unable to distinguish between north, south, east, and west, but suddenly had an epiphany, as if he had thought of something.

  But there was no time to carefully ponder and think, Yang Zhao took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly to block out the illusions. The true energy in his body circulated, not taking away from the fire but only leaving behind the water of Kan, yet it transformed into zero. The mantis's claws turned from hard to soft, both palms swung naturally according to feeling, and in an instant, thousands of palms were struck out. Cutting forward, sweeping backward, deflecting left, blocking right, rejecting upwards, and dodging downwards, it looked like there was no pattern at all, yet each palm happened to hit the side of the flying sword's blade exactly. Only a series of explosive sounds could be heard, spreading in all directions like a string of pearls. The solid mountain wall beside the plank road was affected by the shockwave and instantly exploded with countless large and small craters. Flying rocks rained down like rain, making the situation even more chaotic.

  External worries and internal troubles, the situation cannot be sustained for long, and they only have the last blow left. "Hooooo~" The sound shook the valley, and the reverberating echoes continued endlessly. The flying wings were tightly clamped between Yang Zhao's palms, and the sword light and palm shadows disappeared simultaneously without a trace. The Sword Master Heaven and Earth style had been thoroughly broken through.

  The wooden boards beneath their feet creaked and groaned several times. The seven or eight wooden pillars supporting the plank road, unable to withstand the shock of the intense battle, swayed slightly in unison. Along with the two people's bodies, they rose and fell. Fang Qinghui secretly admired this in her heart, smiled faintly, and asked: "Young Master Wang, what kind of martial arts is this?"

  Yang Zhao's palms were half-pointed, and he slowly said: "The number of Taiyi is fifty, and its use is forty-nine. The ultimate principle of heaven and earth is all in 'Taoism'. This one is the Taiji chaos. Born with two instruments, turned into four images, transformed into eight trigrams. From before heaven to after heaven, turning the universe upside down, changing endlessly. Even if the sword master controls heaven and earth, it doesn't need external help. However, in order to break through the move, the key is still on this 'Taoism' body. If my eight trigrams can't display their skills, then by reversing and tracing back, the four images will naturally appear."

  "The so-called Four Images refer to wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Young Master Wang's palm technique just now was like a spring day's sweet rain, nourishing things without a sound. He fully displayed the softness and cleverness of martial arts. I, Qinghui, humbly guess that this is 'Infinite Rain', am I correct?"

  Life and death are at stake, the battle is perilous. Normally, who would have the mood to slowly and carefully explore each other's martial arts like this? But just now, in that one exchange, both of their sword auras and palm forces invaded each other's bodies, causing damage and harm that was not light. Yang Zhao appeared calm on the surface, but in reality his five organs were churning, he was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood. If he didn't take this opportunity to speak and hastily adjust himself, then there would be no need to continue fighting, he could simply kneel down and admit defeat.

  In his ear, he heard the three words "Yu Wu Liang". Young Master Wang said in a low and slow voice: "The move I used just now was indeed 'Rain'. But what its name is, I haven't thought of it yet. Endless Rain... This isn't bad either. Miss Fan's literary talent is really good, Yang Mou admires her."

  Manqing Hui smiled and said, "I'm flattered but don't deserve the praise. However, Young Master Wang, do you know that the true power of the Swordmaster of Heaven and Earth is far beyond this? Today, you were able to break through my move, but in fact, you should thank your master Mohe Yezong more."

  The pressure from the sword suddenly increased. This meant that Fang Qinghui had taken two steps ahead, and was about to drive out and dissolve the Rain Without End palm force that had invaded his body, turning defense into offense. The Ci Hang Jing Zhai was indeed worthy of its reputation as a sacred place in the martial arts world, where the orthodox internal skills and mental methods were far superior to those of the Yi Jing Xuan Jian. Yang Zhao's entire skeletal system responded with a "clicking" sound, secretly using his full strength to urge on the true energy to resist, gritting his teeth and saying: "The kindness of my master is as high as the heavens... as thick as the earth, Yang certain has never... dared... or forgotten."

  The sound fell to the ground, and with a sudden "bang", it shook violently. Yang Zhao finally couldn't hold on, his right leg was forced to kneel down halfway, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably. In Fang Qinghui's eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, a look of unbearable determination suddenly appeared, and with a soft sigh, the flying wing that was originally firmly clamped between Little Wangye's palms suddenly shook open, and with the momentum, it thrust forward with a sharp sword like thunder and lightning.

  A dull thud, blood splattered everywhere. The divine soldier pierced through Yang Zhao's left palm instead of his heart. Little King Wang endured the intense pain, his left hand grasping the flying wing tightly. His right hand clenched into a fist, and with a loud roar like thunder on a clear day, he punched towards Fan Qinghui's face, which was so beautiful that it made people hesitant to touch it even lightly.

  In this world, any woman, no matter how ugly she is, like the saltless mother-in-law, has always cherished and protected her appearance, never daring to hurt it in the slightest. Especially for Jingzhai's descendants, their emphasis on beauty far surpasses their own life and the sword in their hand. Yang Zhao's punch might not take Qinghui's life, but it would be more than enough to disfigure her. Almost without hesitation, Fang Xianzi subconsciously leaned back to avoid it. The punch grazed her cheek, instantly bringing a wave of scorching pain.

  Yang Zhao's entire palm was pierced by the flying wing, and he was extremely sensitive to the changes in the sword's energy. At that moment, he immediately sensed something was off. He made a swift decision, gathering all his remaining strength into his left leg, which had not yet knelt down, and suddenly pressed down with force!

  The sound of "Kalla~" burst forth like an avalanche, rapidly spreading to both sides. One by one, the wooden stakes were thoroughly shattered by Yang Zhao's internal force, causing the entire plank road to begin collapsing as well. As the main culprit, Yang Zhao was the first to plummet downwards, yet his left hand still tightly grasped the flying wing without letting go. Judging from the situation, it seemed that he actually wanted to drag Fan Qinghe down with him, so that the two of them could perish together!

  In the blink of an eye, a sudden change occurred, and even with her deep Zen skills, she couldn't help but be shocked. Without thinking, she let go of the sword hilt, exerted herself to lighten her body, and simultaneously slapped the stone cliff to slow down her fall. Suddenly, she vaguely saw something gray-brown flash before her eyes, and without hesitation, she reached out to grab it tightly. Her body suddenly stopped falling, and she managed to stop her descent by luck. It turned out that thing was an old vine growing in the gap between the rocks on the mountain cliff.

  Still in a state of shock, Fang Qinghui hastily turned her head to look at Yang Zhao. Coincidentally, the young King of Sui, who had just fallen from his high horse, was also looking up at the same time. The four eyes met in mid-air, and Fang Qinghui's slender body suddenly trembled, as if she had foreseen something. And that ominous scene made her feel like she had fallen into an icy cave, with a chill running through her entire body.

  In this brief moment of distraction, Yang Zhao had already fallen out of Fan Qing's line of sight and plummeted straight down into the bottomless abyss beneath the plank road.

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