mtl008 Chapter 449: Shi Yubai is not a human
Chapter 449: Shi Yubai is not a human
"What do you mean?"
Yan Qingshu was hiding behind a pillar, her ten fingers flying like lightning, "rubbing" a bomb with her hands.
Hearing Yun Wujiu's horrified whisper, she couldn't help but stick her head out from behind the pillar. There was a little dust on her face that she had gotten from somewhere, and her eyes were full of confusion and vigilance.
"Shi Yubai is not a human being!" Yun Wujiu's voice was dry, filled with confusion and horror after his worldview was overturned. The finger he pointed at Shi Yubai was trembling slightly.
"He wasn't a human being, was he?"
Yun Wujiu paused and felt that "this person is not that person".
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain the horrific sight of karma-ridden beings and demonic energy taking shape, but the pressing situation made him swallow his words back. He simply nodded solemnly, the fear in his eyes explaining everything - that was by no means "inhuman" in the sense of character, but a fundamentally creepy alien!
"No matter whether he is a human or not, we just need to solve the problem."
Wei Xun's voice was firm and decisive, with the crispness and decisiveness typical of a sword cultivator.
Although his identity is a guard beside the princess, but the situation is in imminent danger. Like Yu Shuoyang, he has long forgotten his palace duties and both skipped work to come to help.
Most sword cultivators are fearless and unafraid of death. Facing Shi Yubai, who was brimming with demonic energy and seemed to be cheating, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he was filled with the excitement of challenging a strong enemy.
He held up the ordinary standard iron sword that every palace guard had, and he bravely charged forward without any fuss!
He exerted force with his foot, shooting out like an arrow from a bow. The ordinary iron sword in his hand, no different from that of an ordinary guard, was infused with a desperate determination, transforming into a dim yet resolute cold light, piercing Shi Yubai's heart! — You can say that some sword cultivators are weak, but you can't say that some sword cultivators are cowardly!
When Jiang Jinyue saw this, a spark of hope instantly ignited in her eyes. She excitedly tugged at the sleeve of Jiang Caixue beside her, her voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Sister, that's great, it's a sword cultivator! We are saved!
However, facing this powerful sword, Shi Yubai didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
He didn't even make any defensive or evasive gesture, but just casually kicked the half-turned mahogany carved chair beside him with his toes.
The heavy wooden chair seemed to be thrown by an invisible force, accompanied by the whistling wind, and hit Wei Xun's sword with incredible precision!
“Klang—clang—!”
The piercing sound of metal clashing and the loud noise of wood chips bursting suddenly exploded!
Wei Xun only felt an overwhelming and unstoppable force rushing along the sword, which made his palm numb and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.
But he was confident that he had split the obstacle with his strength, and he subconsciously shook his wrist to shake off the recoil force and prepare to attack again.
But at the moment of flicking his wrist, he suddenly realized that the weight in his hand was strangely light, and the sound just now was... wrong!
He lowered his head in astonishment—
Where was the blade in his hand? Only a bare hilt remained! The cold metal felt through his palm, carrying a silent mockery.
The blade of the standard iron sword was actually broken at the root by that seemingly casual collision! The broken edge was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut off in an instant by a divine weapon!
What kind of broken sword is this?! It’s so fragile?! This absurd and infuriating thought flashed through Wei Xun’s mind.
He turned his head suddenly in disbelief, looking in the direction of the sound of breaking wind, trying to find the flying sword -
Half of the sword body, which was shining with cold light, turned into a sharp streak of light like an iron arrow shot by a giant crossbow. With a "whoosh" sound, it flew past the outside of Yun Wujiu's thigh dangerously, and with a sharp sound that made people's teeth ache, it was deeply nailed into the vermilion lacquered pillar behind him with a "thump" sound!
The sword penetrated several inches deeper, and the tail end was still vibrating violently, making a buzzing sound, and continued to vibrate. The tip of the sword was only a millimeter away from a critical part of Yun Wujiu!
Yun Wujiu's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat broke out. The shock brought by the Qi-reading technique had not yet subsided, and he almost experienced the physical pain of "chickening" a friendly army!
He stood there stiffly, not daring to move. The cold sword edge could almost feel the cloth on the side of his leg. He didn't even dare to breathe. He only felt a chill rushing from his tailbone to the top of his head - he almost received a fatal blow.
Yan Qingshu, who had just peeked out from behind a pillar, witnessed everything that happened in a split second, especially the precise "landing" of the broken sword. She was stunned and instinctively blurted out, her voice distorted, "That was a close call! I almost lost everything!" Was this sword made with shoddy materials?! The quality is outrageous!
The light in Jiang Jinyue's eyes instantly went out, her little face fell, and she pulled her sister's sleeve even tighter, crying: "Sister, it's Broken Sword that's finished! We are hopeless!
Wei Xun looked at the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand, and then looked at Shi Yubai who was still calm and composed, with even the corners of his clothes not messy. A strong sense of frustration and cold reality surged in his heart.
He gritted his teeth and slammed the hilt of his sword to the ground with a crisp "clang". He leaped back quickly and returned to the crowd with a sullen face.
As we all know, a sword cultivator losing his sword is like the West losing Jerusalem.
Wei Xun was unarmed, and fighting head-on at this moment would be tantamount to suicide. Facing Shi Yubai, no matter how brave he was, he could not die in vain, so he had to avoid his attack temporarily - after all, sword cultivators are not afraid of death, they do not like to die.
For a moment, the hall fell into an eerie silence, with only the roar of the earth-shattering outside and the humming of the broken sword beside the pillar echoing.
Fortunately, time was running out and Shi Yubai had no intention of getting entangled.
The roar of the sky shattering came through the broken roof, crashing down one after another, like the drumbeat of approaching doomsday.
The tremors from the ground beneath his feet became more and more violent, and the exquisite carved beams and painted buildings of the Imperial Master's Mansion groaned under the heavy burden.
The destructive roar of the Xiangsheng River in the distance, accompanied by the teeth-grinding creaking sound of the spatial structure on the verge of collapse, came clearly.
Shi Yubai was a little irritated at this time. This kind of emotion rarely appeared in his usual laziness and control, but now it was quietly clinging to him like a spider web.
He could naturally sense the violent fluctuations of the formation clearly - the shock of the core array being forcibly torn apart was like a harsh noise in the music he had carefully woven.
Lu Wensheng and the others... moved faster and more ruthlessly than expected. They must be trying their best to break out of this crumbling cage, aiming directly at the deep palace.
I just think that I should have dealt with Lin Zhuxuan directly back then, and not spared his life just to keep the formation stable. Otherwise, Lu Wensheng and the others would have had no chance of breaking the formation...
If he had known that this ant-like scholar would become the key fulcrum to change his overall situation, he should have ignored the tiny risk of backlash and crushed him into pieces.
A miscalculation allowed these rats to get into the core.
However, it's just a pity.