mtl008 Chapter 276 Remembering Wu'an, the battle was not yet over; the soul still lingers, chasing the
Chapter 276 Remembering Wu'an, the battle was not yet over; the soul still lingers, chasing the
Chapter 276 Remembering Wu'an, the battle was not yet over; the soul still lingers, chasing the vast sky.
When two armies clash, the overwhelming aura of their military formations is enough to suppress any so-called peerless master.
In this situation, simply being able to protect oneself and escape the battlefield is already an extraordinary feat.
Back in the State of Zhao, even a renowned master like Six-Fingered Black Knight was severely wounded when facing an encirclement by thousands of Zhao soldiers, and had to abandon Yan Dan and flee alone.
But what we're seeing now is somewhat challenging people's understanding.
The sword spirit of a shattered sword remained completely unaffected by the military's murderous aura, and even unleashed its unique "domain".
But Ying Jing knew that Wang Yi's loss of composure at this moment was definitely not due to this reason.
"Heh... hahaha..."
"Is it you?"
"you are back!"
Wang Yi chuckled somewhat blankly, his tiger-like eyes fixed on the sword spirit clad in metal armor.
His white hair fell naturally over his shoulders, and his pale skin, so different from that of ordinary people, was covered by two crossed black cloths, as if he no longer wanted to see the killing and strife in this world.
The latter's figure was enveloped by the "domain," and the soaring killing intent of the two armies seemed to be drawn in, filling the space between heaven and earth.
In an instant, it was as if time itself had frozen in this area, making it stand apart from the world.
The Reverse Scale Sword Spirit stood in the void, facing Wang Yi, and shook its head as if somewhat helpless.
Between heaven and earth, the strange rustling sounds that accompanied the Reverse Scale Sword Spirit suddenly became much clearer. If you listened carefully, it seemed as if there were sounds of battle and the sound of gongs overlapping.
He said nothing at all, yet it was as if he had said everything.
"Hahaha, so that's how it is?"
"Is this what you expect most?"
Wang Yi stood there dumbfounded, tears streaming down his face, then suddenly burst into loud laughter, his expression a complex and unpredictable mix of emotions.
"If this is what you expected to see..."
Wang Yi's laughter was somewhat manic, and he suddenly turned to look at Ying Jing.
"Today's mistakes are all the fault of one person. I hope that Lord Changxin will not implicate others."
Amidst the laughter, Wang Yi put down the large battle-axe in his hand and instead drew a long sword.
Ying Jing watched this scene expressionlessly, without responding.
Whether or not to implicate others depends on Ying Zheng's decision; he will not overstep his authority.
However, Wang Yi didn't even wait for Ying Jing to give an answer before his sword had already sliced across his own neck.
"Remembering Wu'an, where the battle never ended, my soul still lingers, chasing the vast darkness..."
"Ha...haha, I, Wang Yi, will follow you to the death, General. How could I possibly be your enemy?"
With a desolate yet resounding voice and splattering blood, Wang Yi, a veteran general who had spent his life on the battlefield, fell to the ground.
Ying Jing didn't know if he was imagining things, but for a moment he felt a faint sadness filling the world.
The spirit of the Reverse Scale Sword drifted to Wang Yi's front, the black cloth still on, but it was staring at the corpse on the ground.
A chilling aura swept by...
Although everything seemed unchanged, Ying Jing keenly sensed that something invisible seemed to float out of Wang Yi's body and merge into the shattered body of the Reverse Scale Sword.
The yin energy between heaven and earth grew even denser, and amidst the eerie rustling sounds, the fighting and the sound of war drums grew even more intense.
At the climax, a gentle breeze suddenly swept by.
The unsettling yin energy had dissipated, and the Reverse Scale Sword Spirit had vanished without a trace.
It's as if that gust of wind just now has blown away all the stories.
After meeting Han Fei's "friend," Wang Yi, for reasons unknown, chose to commit suicide, which was quite sudden.
Suddenly, before anyone could react, it was all over, and everything had settled down.
From the appearance of the sword spirit of the Reverse Scale Sword to Wang Yi's suicide, it was actually only a short moment.
However, a war that nearly broke out was averted with Wang Yi's suicide.
silence.
Everything happened abruptly, with one change after another, leaving people overwhelmed.
Many people haven't even realized what's happening yet.
"Wang Yi, the Left Vice Minister, falsely conveyed the order of the King, and Meng Tian ordered someone to send Wang Yi's body and the news back to Xianyang."
Ying Jing finally stepped forward, his indifferent voice echoing before the formidable pass: "Furthermore, the affairs here are also entrusted to you."
"Meng Tian, I will obey Lord Changxin's orders!"
Meng Tian was somewhat excited; he finally had a chance to shine!
Born into a powerful military family, Meng Tian did indeed perform admirably, clearly understanding what needed to be done in the current situation.
"Fellow comrades, today's events are all due to Wang Yi's fault; you have all been deceived by him..."
With the help of his trusted confidants, he quickly gained control of Wang Yi's confidants and personal guards, and appeased the soldiers guarding the pass.
Ying Jing finally relaxed his slightly furrowed brows and waved his hand as if unintentionally. The six sword slaves who were secretly watching him immediately retreated to the back.
If Han Fei had summoned the sword spirit just a moment later, the Six Sword Slaves would have attacked and killed Wang Yi, and Ying Jing would have even provided necessary assistance at any cost.
On this point, Ying Jing and Ying Zheng stood firmly together.
The cause of unification must not be hindered by anything or anyone!
"Han Fei's friend is truly remarkable."
At this moment, Ying Jing looked at Han Fei with a meaningful expression.
"Ah, haha, my friend is naturally aloof and doesn't like meeting people much."
Han Fei, however, pretended to be a bit silly, scratching his head and smiling awkwardly, showing no sign of being a king.
"You don't like seeing people, but you don't even cover your eyes with a black cloth. Is it because you're resentful?"
Ying Jing stared into Han Fei's eyes.
"Without seeing peace, one is naturally unwilling to accept it. Covering one's eyes with a black cloth is perhaps a way of not wanting to see this chaotic world of displacement any longer."
Han Fei also became serious and spoke softly.
Ying Jing nodded thoughtfully and murmured calmly, "This sword is called Reverse Scale, isn't it...? What a fine name."
Reverse scale.
Wasn't the death of that Lord Wu'an a case of touching an untouchable sore spot?
If there were no ruler to fear, how could the peasants have possibly besieged and killed Bai Qi?
Swords are weapons of destruction, and famous swords possess even greater spirituality. They need to choose the most powerful master to kill more lives to feed the sword's blood.
The sword spirit is the most powerful and compatible undead among all the sword's previous owners.
The shattered blade indicates that he had endured a difficult battle in his final moments.
The sword shatters, and so does the heart.
In addition, the armor he wore signified his identity as a military general.
And the xiezhi on the sword hilt, capable of distinguishing right from wrong, is a symbol of justice, usually a symbol of Legalism.
The Ke Ni Lin Sword dates back even earlier than the Korean War, when the Legalists may not have truly become a distinct school of thought.
The Xie Zhi also possesses the violent nature of "touching evil," and besides being a symbol of justice, it is also a symbol of bravery.
Bai Qi's bravery, Han Fei's wisdom.
The unity of courage and wisdom, two different paths, yet both leading to actions that defy common sense.
If we calculate the timeline, it's been less than ten years since Lord Wu'an passed away, and everything fits perfectly.
Han Fei went to Xiaoshengxianzhuang to study, or perhaps on his way back to Han from Xiaoshengxianzhuang, he accidentally offended someone and made a pact with them.
"With your eyes covered by a black cloth, do you no longer wish to see this chaotic world? Bearing the name of a butcher, you have killed countless people throughout your life, yet you have never seen peace."
"Lord Wu'an physically eliminated the enemy, but failed. Han Fei's rule of law, which uses rules to restrict the world, is another way."