xymnovel Chapter 965 Yin-Yang Mountain Ghost, Shattering Heaven and Earth!
Chapter 965 Yin-Yang Mountain Ghost, Shattering Heaven and Earth!
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Three hundred Qiankun Imperial Guards instantly formed a Bagua formation, the trigrams on their armor shimmering and gleaming in the moonlight.
Si Yunzhang drew his twin swords, and Mo Yunzhui reared up with a long neigh, its front hooves shattering the thin ice that had formed on the riverbank. The swords glowed with a faint golden light, a unique "poison-breaking" attribute of the Qiankun Twin Swords.
Wherever the sword light passed, the mist dissipated like snow melting in spring, but new mist seeped out from the river surface.
Before he finished speaking, a series of flute sounds suddenly came from the depths of the river, mournful and sobbing, startling the warhorses into rearing up with loud neighs.
"Protect the Crown Prince!"
Si Yunzhang drew his twin swords, their light like silver dragons probing the sea. But the sound of the flutes seemed to bewitch people's minds. Suddenly, several guards turned their horses around and swung their swords at their companions.
At the same time, countless dark figures surged out of the river, and countless assassins dressed in black night clothes broke through the water!
"The Nine Palaces Maze?"
Si Yunzhang touched the ground with the tip of his sword, his inner force penetrating into the rock strata, causing the ground to tremble.
"Hehehe, General Si has a good eye."
A sinister laugh came from across the river, and five dark figures hung upside down like bats on a withered tree beside the river.
The leader wore a black robe embroidered with the Big Dipper, and a bronze lamp in his hand flickered with seven points of eerie green phosphorescence.
"The Yin-Yang School—Mountain Spirit!"
Si Yunzhang's pupils shrank suddenly. This elder of the Yin-Yang School had been famous for thirty years and was rumored to be able to use the art of calamity. Back then, in the war between the Great Qian Dynasty and the Northern Grassland, he used the "Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth Technique" to break the supply route of the Longyao tribe's 100,000-strong army.
"General Si, you should hand over the Crown Prince."
The mountain spirit lightly flicked the lamp wick, and the phosphorescent flame suddenly surged.
"To avoid subjecting these young men to the torment of the Seven Star Soul Refining Technique."
Before he finished speaking, hundreds of Kongming lanterns suddenly lit up on both sides of the river, their surfaces painted with strange symbols.
Si Yunzhang felt his feet sink, and black viscous liquid began to seep from the ground, with a putrid and malevolent aura drilling straight into his bone marrow.
"Charge!"
The mountain spirit's seven-star lantern blazed brightly, and the Big Dipper above its head seemed to be moved by an invisible hand. Seven beams of starlight pierced through the clouds like sharp swords and landed precisely on the Kongming lantern array.
In an instant, both sides of the river were shrouded in a blue light, and the slime on the ground turned into countless black hands, grabbing the guards' ankles and dragging them into the ground.
"The universe is boundless!"
Si Yunzhang wielded his twin swords, creating a curtain of light. The hexagrams drawn by the sword tips collided with starlight, exploding into a sky full of fiery sparks.
At that moment, his black horse, Mo Yunzhui, suddenly neighed loudly. Blood and tears seeped out—the mountain spirit had used the power of the "Heavenly Crying Star" to incite the beasts into madness!
"Protect the Crown Prince!"
Si Yunzhang leaped off his horse and then pulled out a red ribbon from beside the saddle.
This red silk was made of Tianshan ice silkworm silk, which is fireproof and waterproof. However, under the impetus of his qi, it transformed into a fire dragon, burning away all the black hands that approached the prince.
"I'll leave the Crown Prince to your escort; I'm going to break the formation!"
Hong Ling rolled the prince into the hands of the deputy general. Then, Si Yunzhang's twin swords danced into a screen of light, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly wherever they passed. However, the black-clad assassins surrounding him were obviously specially selected experts, each of them moving elusively, as elusive as ghosts.
Meanwhile, deep within the river, beside the Moon Goddess, a figure dressed as a Yin-Yang School elder of the Metal Clan held a black iron flute, the sound of which rose and fell.
He looked at Si Yunzhang, who was charging left and right in the formation, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes.
"Such a loyal and brave man, it's a pity he served the wrong lord."
As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and twelve bronze mirrors rose from the river, shooting out twelve beams of crimson gold light that trapped Si Yunzhang within them.
"The Universe-Breaking Formation Technique!"
Si Yunzhang crossed his two swords, the tips of which burst forth with bluish-purple sword energy, but the pillar of light was like an impenetrable wall, making his tiger's mouth go numb.
At the same time, the river suddenly boiled, and seven bronze nails burst out of the water, their runes weaving a net of light in the night sky.
Si Yunzhang swung his sword and slashed down three of the arrows, but the remaining four were aimed at the carriage where the Crown Prince was.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he leaped out like a roc spreading its wings, but froze abruptly when he touched the carriage curtain—
A bronze nail had somehow gotten stuck in the back of his neck!
The excruciating pain was like a thunderclap, and countless illusions flashed before Si Yunzhang's eyes: the Qiandu Palace was collapsing in flames, the Yellow Turban Army's banners were planted all over the city walls, and most clearly, the young crown prince was kneeling in front of Meng Zhang, presenting the imperial seal with both hands...
"No!"
He roared and swung his sword, severing the nail. Blood gushed out like a spring, but the Yin-Yang School's curse had already seeped into his meridians. He staggered and grabbed the carriage shaft, seeing the prince being carried out of the carriage by a man in black.
"Put him down!"
Si Yunzhang forcefully gathered his true energy, and the Qiankun Twin Swords traced the trajectory of the Big Dipper. The sword light was like a cascading Milky Way, but the man in black blocked the prince in front of him. Si Yunzhang's twin swords stopped abruptly three inches from the child's throat.
"General Si, I'm sorry."
The man in black pulled off his mask, revealing himself to be a top-tier assassin from the Luo Wang organization!
"This young man is of high status; I'm afraid he cannot meet with Grand Tutor Gu!"
The prince in his arms suddenly opened his mouth, but the voice that came out was that of a middle-aged man.
Si Yunzhang felt a metallic taste rise in his throat. He saw the remaining Qiankun Imperial Guards being held back by the starlight net and the endless stream of black-clad assassins. The river water had turned scarlet.
"Crown Prince..."
Before his last sliver of clarity dissipated under the corrosive influence of the spell, he heard his own voice echoing in the night sky.
……
Three days later, at the Qianling County camp.
"Grand Tutor, our scouts have encountered a severely wounded Qiankun Imperial Guard!"
Gu Changqing was discussing defense arrangements with Tan Mengjun in the central command tent when a scout suddenly came to report.
The guards carried in were covered in blood, and the green light from the Yin-Yang talismans on their armor had not yet dissipated.
"The...Crown Prince...was..."
He trembled as he grabbed Gu Changqing's sleeve, but fainted before he could finish speaking.
Gu Changqing's face turned deathly pale instantly.
"Is it the Siyunzhang Department?"
Tan Mengjun suddenly stood up.
"Exactly."
"They said... that they were ambushed by the Yin-Yang School, General Si was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and the Crown Prince... is missing."
The scout presented the blood-stained Qiankun Dragon and Phoenix Twin Swords.
The tent was deathly silent.
When Su Ye arrived after hearing the news, she saw Gu Changqing gripping the sword, his knuckles white, the old general's eyes slightly narrowed. But she looked up at the top of the tent and forced back her tears.
"Duke of Su".
Do you have any members of the Yin-Yang School under your command?
Gu Changqing's voice was like ice that had been tempered.
"Grand Tutor, why do you say that? The Yin-Yang School has long been involved in worldly affairs... Nowadays, disciples of the Yin-Yang School can be found all over the world."
Su Ye's heart skipped a beat, but her face showed just the right amount of astonishment.
"The curse mark on the imperial guards' armor is exactly the same as the one on the assassin's body when the late emperor was assassinated!"
"Could you please give me an explanation, Duke?"
Gu Changqing turned around, his eyes bloodshot. He suddenly approached Su Ye, the stench of blood from his battle robe wafting towards him.
Su Ye took a half step back, and to the side, Jing Ni's hand, hidden in her sleeve, had already placed on the hilt of Jing Ni's sword.
"Grand Tutor! The Yellow Turban Army has captured Qiandu! Meng Zhang is personally leading an army of 200,000..."
Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the tent, followed by Si Yan's exclamation.
Gu Changqing was jolted awake. All his doubts were swept away by the war in that instant. He refocused his gaze on the sand table, as if he wanted to etch the fate of the entire Great Qian Dynasty into his pupils.