sbdcsierra Chapter 173 Battle
Chapter 173 Battle
The next moment, the air seemed to be quietly solidified by an invisible hand, and time lost its hurried pace at this moment.
Yulan's eyes suddenly narrowed, like ripples startled in a deep pool. Rong Su's sleeves danced lightly, and a black shadow, almost blending into the night, slipped silently from her sleeves and transformed quietly.
The black shadows suddenly dispersed in the air and turned into tiny pebbles, each of which contained a sharp edge that could not be ignored. They tore through the tranquility of the air with an almost elegant posture and rushed towards the magnolia.
These stones, like the most inconspicuous stars in the night sky, suddenly burst into dazzling light and speed that cannot be underestimated when they touched the edge of the night sky, turning into extremely sharp tracks that cut through the void.
Before Yulan could even scream, she was already stunned by the lightning-fast attack. She saw a black shadow flash before her eyes like a ghost, and could feel the slight sound of wind caused by stones passing by her cheek, which brought a chill and urgency that could not be ignored, making her heart beat faster involuntarily, in sharp contrast to this frozen moment.
Such a scene not only reveals the precision and ruthlessness of Rong Su's attack, but also is an amazing technique of plucking leaves and flying flowers, as if every stone carries her will and accurately transforms into her power offensive.
When Rong Su saw Yulan raise her hand to block the stone, he turned around and ran without fighting.
As soon as Yulan put down her hand, she no longer saw Rong Su. She frowned, swung her sleeves, gnashed her teeth, and looked fierce: "Want to run? I won't let you leave the secret passage alive!"
As she said that, she chased in the direction Rong Su fled.
Rong Su could hear hurried footsteps coming from behind him.
The footsteps were like a messenger from hell calling for her life at midnight. The clearer they were, the more nervous she became.
In addition, her mind was a little blurry now, and she could no longer see the road. She was half holding on to the stone wall and half dragging her heavy body to escape.
But she ran out of the corridor and came to the fork in the road at the beginning. She did not choose the road back to the meditation room in the temple, but chose the road that Xiao Hei and the guards were tracking.
It was not for any other reason, but she did not want to implicate the innocent monks in the temple.
The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, and she could no longer sustain herself from moving forward.
Is this really the end for her?
Is she going to die here?
A dark shadow loomed in front of her, and in her blurred vision, Yulan's face was gloomy, and her eyes flashed with a fierce light. The hand that reached out to her suddenly grabbed her neck and lifted her up in an instant.
The shadow of suffocation suddenly enveloped Rong Su, tightly gripping her entire body. It was a desperate struggle from the depths of her soul.
Her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand. Every time she tried to breathe, it was like a cruel torture on her fragile throat. The pain was sharp and pierced her heart.
The air was as thin as a wisp of remaining breath in an ancient ice cave, and every inhalation was accompanied by the pain of the lungs being cut by the sharp cold and invisible blade.
Her eyes were wide open, and her pupils reflected Yulan's face, which was distorted by anger. Her eyes were as deep as black holes.
His cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen, veins bulged on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly from extreme pain.
Rong Su's hands instinctively struggled, trying to pry open the iron-like hand, but every effort was in vain, and instead made the feeling of suffocation more intense.
The corners of his mouth trembled slightly involuntarily due to extreme pain, as if he was unable to utter even the slightest syllable and could only express silent protest in this way.
Just when she really thought she was about to die here, a long sword flashing with cold light came slashing through the air.
It chopped directly at Yulan's hand. Yulan reacted quickly and let go of Rong Su's neck before the sword hit her arm, but it was still a little slower than the speed of the sword.
Bright red blood flowed from Yulan's arm. Yulan covered her arm and stepped back repeatedly, looking around vigilantly. The long sword was nailed to the stone wall, and the sword was stained with thick blood.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking? If you have the guts, show up openly!" Yulan looked around angrily.
A tall and slender figure slowly walked out of the darkness. The vision was not clear, but one could see the murderous intent through the cold and deep black eyes.
"Shen Peiqing!"
Yulan recognized the person and became alert all over.
Rong Su, who was lying on the ground, covered her neck and took deep breaths before she came to her senses. When she heard that it was Shen Peiqing who saved her, the uneasiness in her heart inexplicably disappeared.
Shen Peiqing's eyes were cold, and his tone was filled with an intimidating force that could not be ignored: "I'll give you two choices. First, let me chop you down. If you don't die, I'll let you go. Second, use your close combat skills to fight me. If you beat me, I'll let you go."
"What?" Yulan was stunned and angry at the sudden request. He was provoking her. She immediately shouted angrily, "Shen Peiqing, you, a man who hasn't fully recovered his internal strength, actually dare to shout at me!"
Shen Peiqing didn't care and ignored Yulan's anger. He walked straight to Rong Su and gave Rong Su a pill to restore her vitality right under Yulan's nose.
Seeing that Shen Peiqing didn't take her seriously, Yulan felt her self-esteem was hurt. She gritted her teeth, ignored the injury on her arm, clenched her fists, and rushed towards Shen Peiqing, punching him.
Rong Su regained some consciousness. When she opened her eyes, she saw Yulan rushing towards her with a ferocious face, swinging her fist and hitting Shen Peiqing on the back.
Surprised, she widened her eyes and nervously shouted, "Be careful!"
At the same time, he stretched out his hand to push Shen Peiqing away, wanting to help him avoid the attack.
But Shen Peiqing seemed to have anticipated this. He put his arms around Rong Su's waist and moved to the right. The two of them dodged Yulan's fist attack.
Yulan, who had attacked in vain, became increasingly furious and yelled, "I'm going to kill you!"
Yulan's eyes burned with a crimson light, like a beast devoured by raging flames.
Every time she swung her fist, it was accompanied by a roar that tore through the air. The shadows of her fists overlapped, as if even the surrounding air was torn apart by this violent force, twisting into invisible cracks.
She rushed towards Shen Peiqing and Rong Su regardless of everything. Her steps were messy but extremely swift. Every step she took caused the ground to tremble slightly. The dust was stirred up by this force and filled the air, adding a touch of tragedy to her angry figure.
Shen Peiqing is light and graceful, and he calmly copes with Magnolia's violent attacks. His figure is ghostly and unpredictable, and he can always cleverly use Magnolia's power at the critical moment to dissolve those seemingly unstoppable attacks one by one into nothingness, showing his extraordinary martial arts attainments and calm adaptability.
Rong Su leaned in Shen Peiqing's arms, her eyes following this thrilling contest, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and unwillingness, and in the center of this wild storm, compared to the violent storm of Magnolia, Shen Pei's figure seemed particularly cold and lonely. His movements were agile and precise, and he had an inviolable nobleness and calmness.
The narrow corridor began to collapse in the fierce battle, and a lot of rubble fell, dust rose up, and the rumbling sound of rubble continued to fall from the top of the head.
Shen Peiqing dodged Yulan's attack, but because he was holding the exhausted Rong Su with one hand, his other hand was only enough to block the attack and he couldn't spare time to fight back.
At this time, seeing a lot of rubble falling from above his head, he hurriedly hugged Rong Su and dodged quickly without any panic. He took light steps and moved around in the narrow space. Every turn and jump was precise and accurate, and he cleverly avoided the rubble that was as dense as raindrops.
Yulan was so focused on attacking Shen Peiqing and Rong Su that she didn't notice the falling rubble. Many parts of her body were hit by the rubble, and a dull pain overflowed from the corners of her mouth. She was hurt by the impact, and she saw Shen Peiqing tightly protecting the somewhat weak Rong Su.
She clenched her fists, the feeling of unwillingness was like a storm ready to erupt. Every knuckle of her fingers was tense with an unyielding will. She had to kill Rong Su, otherwise she would not be able to be with Ayun.
A deep obsession pulled Yulan to the point where she couldn't give up. She didn't even dodge the rubble falling from the cliff, and rushed straight towards Shen Peiqing and Rong Su.
Shen Peiqing's eyes suddenly turned cold. Seeing the desperate madness in Yulan's eyes, alarm bells rang in his heart.
At this critical moment, Yulan was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, breaking through his carefully arranged defense line. Each of her punches was packed with the momentum of collapsing mountains and rivers, and she went straight towards Rong Su.
Shen Peiqing reacted quickly, hugging Rong Su and turning around, taking the blow with his back. There was a loud "bang" and the air seemed to freeze at that moment, followed by his low, muffled sound of pain.
He staggered, a hint of crimson slipped down the corner of his mouth inadvertently, and his arms were still tightly wrapped around Rong Su like an iron hoop, preventing her from getting hurt in the slightest.
Rong Su's heart suddenly tightened, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions, mixed with deep worry. She tried to struggle to fight alongside Shen Peiqing, but he held her so tightly that she could only lean weakly in his arms.
Yulan's attack was successful, and a wild and twisted pleasure flashed across her eyes for a moment, but was immediately swallowed up by a more surging anger. She narrowed her eyes, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and took advantage of Shen Peiqing's injury. With extremely fast speed, she stabbed Shen Peiqing's back fiercely.
Seeing this, Rong Su didn't know where she got the strength from, but she raised her hand and spread her fingers to block the attack for Shen Peiqing. The pain suddenly came over her, and she let out a muffled cry.
At this time, Yulan sneered as if she had expected it, and her body suddenly retreated. With a few light jumps, she merged into the deep and dark corridor, leaving only a series of deep and rapid footsteps.
After Yulan left, Rong Su's whole body was like a taut string that finally found an outlet to release. She seemed to have escaped from the invisible crisis and unloaded a heavy burden. Before she even asked Shen Peiqing if he was okay, she began to lose consciousness.
Noticing Rong Su's condition, Shen Peiqing hugged her and said in panic: "Xiao Su!"
In his blurry vision, he saw an expression of panic and fear on Shen Peiqing's stern face, and a very doubtful thought flashed through his mind.
Didn’t he say he was joking and that he didn’t like himself?
If you don't like it, why do you look like that?
She wanted to ask, but fatigue, pain, and weakness gradually spread throughout her body. Finally, she seemed unable to stay awake and could only fall into a heavy sleep.
Time passed, and five days had passed without me noticing.
"Master, there is still no news about Master Gu Yun. Also, Yulan is indeed a killer from the Secret Shadow Pavilion, but she has been sold to a distinguished client."
Mu Tou reported everything he had investigated to Shen Peiqing.
He looked up at Shen Peiqing, who was standing with his back to him, and had lost a lot of weight.
In the past few days, the master has taken great pains to find famous doctors for His Highness, and the Emperor of Dongzhou has also sent many imperial doctors.
But His Highness showed no signs of waking up. After every imperial physician came to examine him, they concluded that His Highness had been poisoned by a poison called Yingmeng Powder.
This poison will slowly consume the poisoned person's hope of living in a sweet dream, and then the person will die in a deep sleep.
The antidote to Yingmeng Powder is only possessed by Zhongdu’s Imperial Master Xiao Yilin and the Zhongdu envoy.
"Find out which distinguished customer the Magnolia was sold to?" Shen Peiqing's voice was low and cold.
Mu Tou mobilized a lot of manpower to investigate, and of course Aku also helped. After all, it was related to His Highness, and Aku was also very anxious.
"It is said that Xiao Yilin bought the magnolia and gave it to Lady Tianfeng."
Hearing this, a hint of sinister coldness flashed across Shen Peiqing's eyes.
"I also sent people to investigate Lady Tianfeng. Yulan hasn't been around her in the past few days. I also found someone who was somewhat familiar with Yulan. That person said she committed suicide two weeks ago due to a failed mission."
"Is that a fake magnolia?"
Mu Tou found it unbelievable. If Yulan had committed suicide long ago, then could the killer that the master and the prince encountered be an imposter pretending to be Yulan?
Shen Peiqing didn't think so. He had learned from Master Thousand Faces who was good at disguise. At that time, Yulan was not a person who could disguise himself.
Even if we find Magnolia, it doesn’t matter because she doesn’t have the antidote.
"Help me contact Xiao Yilin now." Shen Peiqing's cold and handsome face added a bit of depth and determination. He was anxious in his heart, but he couldn't show it.
Although Mu Tou had a thousand doubts in his mind, he tactfully did not delve into them. He just glanced at Shen Peiqing's somewhat lonely figure, then responded softly and left to do his work.
Shen Peiqing stood quietly in front of the window, his eyes piercing through the constraints of the window lattice, gazing deeply at the boundless night in the distance. The stars shone like fine silver sand, but could not illuminate the haze in his heart.
The breeze blew the hair on his forehead, and there was worry between his brows.
With his hands behind his back, his knuckles were barely perceptible and pale from excessive clenching, inadvertently revealing the struggle and indescribable anxiety surging deep within him.
A wisp of smoke rose from the room, carrying a faint medicinal aroma. However, this warm fragrance seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it was difficult to penetrate into the corner of his heart shrouded in coldness.
Shen Peiqing's eyes flashed with subtle light from time to time in the dim light, as if he was thinking about some important decision. Every blink seemed particularly heavy.
At night, everything was silent except for the chirping of insects outside the window, which formed a sharp contrast with the turbulent thoughts in Shen Peiqing's heart.