novelraw Chapter 684 217: Yili Rescues Her Sect: Extreme Weather and Gang Ambush (Part 5)
Chapter 684 217: Yili Rescues Her Sect: Extreme Weather and Gang Ambush (Part 5)
On the streets of the small town, people came and went; it seemed peaceful, yet hidden dangers lurked in the shadows.
The Young Manor Master of the Northwest Sword Manor, Du Guliang, possessed a charming and suave appearance, dressed in magnificent brocade robes, with a long sword hanging at his waist. At this moment, he was standing atop a pavilion by the street, his eyes revealing a trace of cynicism and arrogance.
He gazed down at the street from above and instantly spotted Yili entering the town. Yili was as beautiful as a Celestial Immortal, her figure graceful, like a vibrant flower blooming in the chill wind, appearing out of place in this somewhat dilapidated small town.
Her appearance immediately attracted Du Guliang's attention.
A flicker of greed and wicked thoughts flashed in Du Guliang's eyes, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. Secretly planning in his heart, he vowed to capture Yili as his concubine. So, Du Guliang quickly sent out a signal, quietly setting the conspiracy into motion.
When Yili entered the small town unprepared, a group of lackeys wielding weapons suddenly emerged in the street. They surrounded Yili like a pack of vicious wolves. The lackeys displayed ferocious expressions, shouted obscene words, and the weapons in their hands glimmered with a cold light, encircling Yili centrally.
Leading them was a burly Hall Master, over eight feet tall, with a bear-like back and waist, standing like a small mountain.
He excelled in using a pair of meteor hammers, and at this moment, he brandished them with booming sounds, each swing accompanied by a howling wind. His hammer technique was extremely fierce, each move seemingly about to crush Yili into pulp.
Yili, surrounded heavily, remained calm in appearance, yet vigilance glimmered in her eyes.
She clearly understood that she was in a dire situation, having to contend with the Hall Master's fierce attacks like a storm, while also constantly on guard against hidden weapons and sudden assaults from surrounding enemies, making the situation extremely critical.
Yili, fearless, swiftly drew her long sword, the blade shimmering with cold light, like a crescent moon.
Seeing the opportune moment, Du Guliang drew his sword with a "clang" sound.
His gaze was cold, resembling an abyss in a frigid night, suddenly executing the "Eight Styles of the Famous Sword."
His movements were ghostly and agile, his sword strikes fierce and unpredictable.
The first style, "Sword Points to the Sky," the tip of the sword pointed straight to the sky, instantly sending a surge of sword qi skyward, as if to pierce the heavens.
Where the sword qi passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The snow on the ground was swept up by the sword qi, forming a mist of snow.
The second style, "Meteor Chases the Moon," the sword drew an arc like a meteor, swiftly propelling forward with immense force, directly aiming at Yili's throat. The blade's wind painfully grazed Yili's cheek, causing her hair to be swept up.
Startled, Yili quickly sidestepped, her long sword swinging in an attempt to block the fierce strike.
With a "clang," the two swords clashed, sending out sparks, Yili feeling her arm tremble, her palm slightly numb.
The third style, "Wind Rolls up the Remnant Cloud," the sword momentum grand and sweeping, carrying an overwhelming, crashing force.
Where the sword shadow reached, the dust on the ground was stirred up into a cloud of dust, seemingly about to engulf Yili within it.
Under the immense sword momentum, Yili moved like drifting willow catkins, unleashing her sect's ultimate technique, "Cloud and Mist Swordsmanship." Sword shadows flickered, like wisps of fog winding through the mountains, elusive yet secretly deadly.
With a flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword transformed into several points of cold stars, clashing against Du Guliang's sword moves, emitting a series of clear sounds.
At this moment, the surrounding lackeys also gathered closer, brandishing their weapons toward Yili.
Yili wove through the enemies effortlessly, her long sword dancing, with each swing bringing forth a spray of blood.
In an instant, cries of agony rose one after another, blood gushing on the ground, mixing with the snow to create a shocking dark red. Yili's clothes were also stained with blood, yet her gaze grew increasingly determined. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword transformed into several points of cold stars, resembling a Spiritual Snake's tongue flicking out. Each point of cold star contained profound inner strength, capable of inflicting severe damage upon the enemy upon contact.
As she and Du Guliang fiercely clashed over the "Eight Styles of the Famous Sword," her sword moves flowed like a stream, sometimes gentle as a breeze, appearing soft yet cleverly deflecting the opponent's fierce attacks; at other times, rapid as a storm, the sword momentum fierce, forcing Du Guliang to go all out in defense.
Just as Yili and Du Guliang and others were fiercely battling and deeply trapped, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the sky, resembling a sharp blade slicing through the firmament.
Everyone looked up in shock, only to see Shi Feiyang clad in a dark fitted outfit, outlining his tall and lithe figure like a resilient pine tree standing firm. He descended from the skies like a War God from the heavens, carrying an irresistible might.
At this moment, his expression was cold as frost, eyes like cold stars, deep and sharp, exuding determination and resolve.
His thick sword-like brows were slightly furrowed, adding an air of heroism and authority, his entire being emanating a powerful aura, like a towering mountain, calmly facing any raging storm, capable of holding back the surging tide.