The Beacon of Kyushu

The long sword in her hand was just an ordinary iron sword. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't split or cut through the heavy armor on the soldiers. Even if she just wanted to leave a white mark, she had to use all her strength to do it. In this way, even if Murong Yunyao had a high-level swordsmanship, it would be useless at this time and place.

Murong Yunyao struggled for a while, and suddenly saw a ghostly figure appearing from the direction of the valley entrance. Not to mention that the Quyue soldiers could not see who was coming, even with Murong Yunyao's eyes, she could not see clearly. She only vaguely saw a black shadow, moving calmly between the gaps of the soldiers, and occasionally a soldier blocked his way, and he would often be hit by a palm. These soldiers were wearing heavy armor, and although they could avoid swords and knives, they could not resist a fierce palm on the chest and back, which were so important. They spurted blood from their mouths and died suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow was next to Murong Yunyao, and stretched out his hand to pull her sleeve. Murong Yunyao subconsciously avoided the grab of the person, and looked at the person, and finally saw his true face. But the person was a well-proportioned middle-aged man, with five long beards under his chin, wearing a loose black robe. As if to hide his identity, he deliberately let his long black hair spread out, covering most of his face, concealing his original elegance, and showing mystery and arrogance.

Murong Yunyao felt that the man in front of her was somewhat similar to her deceased father, but completely different. She was very sure that she had never seen this person before. "You...you want to save me? Why?" Murong Yunyao looked at the man in disbelief, her voice full of astonishment. She didn't know whether to let him save her or reject this strange man of unknown origin and face thousands of fierce enemy troops alone.

"No need to ask why, just answer whether you want to go or not." The voice of the visitor was neither cold nor hot, neither showing a strong desire to take Murong Yunyao away, nor refusing to take her with him. In this situation, being too cold or too hot would make Murong Yunyao doubt whether the visitor had other intentions, but this kind of lukewarm attitude made Murong Yunyao feel at ease.

"Okay, I'll go with you!" Murong Yunyao agreed readily, and at the same time thought, "Let's take it one step at a time. I don't believe that he alone can be more terrifying than thousands of soldiers! As long as he can take me away from here, even if he wants to do something bad to me again, I don't have to be afraid of him at all."

After hearing Murong Yunyao's agreement, the man reached out to grab her sleeve again. This time, Murong Yunyao did not resist and let the man hold her. The man held Murong Yunyao with one hand and resisted the hundreds of enemy soldiers with the other hand. Although he was still not at a disadvantage, his momentum was still inferior to the first time. Jiang Juwang was unwilling to let Murong Yunyao be rescued like this, and he rode on his horse and shouted in Qu Yue language: "You useless people, hold on! Hold on!"

Many soldiers were frightened out of their wits by the powerful palms and strange figures of the newcomers. Only a few brave soldiers, after hearing Jiang Juwang's order, risked their lives and stabbed the newcomers in the chest with their long spears and iron guns. The newcomers would not take a single weapon seriously and could easily dodge it. But many weapons gathered together, blocking his way, and he could not attack again.

"Give it to me!" the man shouted, and his right palm condensed endless energy and attacked directly. Seeing that these weapons were approaching layer by layer, they suddenly seemed to fall into a swamp formed by internal force, and it was difficult to move no matter what. Tens of thousands of soldiers looked at the man in surprise, and the panic in their eyes was several times stronger than seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

The man added a little more force, and the soldiers could no longer bear it. Countless weapons flew into the man's palms as if they had wings. The man sneered, and with a palm force, hundreds of long spears and golden swords flew out, all stabbing at Jiang Juwang who was hiding the farthest. Jiang Juwang had never seen such a strange sight before, and he was so scared that he even forgot to hide, and sat upright on his horse with his mouth open. These weapons came at a very fast speed. Before Jiang Juwang could come to his senses, they had all been inserted into the gravel in front of him, and all of them were buried dozens of inches into the ground. Jiang Juwang was completely frightened by the man, so he didn't dare to say anything to stop him. He obediently ordered to make way for the two men to leave the valley. Wang Shaozuo originally wanted to shoot the two men, but he was afraid that he would be harmed in return, so he had to let Jiang Juwang make way and said nothing.

Both of them were masters of Qinggong, and in a short while they had walked two or three miles and arrived at a relatively safe forest. Murong Yunyao looked at the black-clothed man who rescued her in confusion and asked, "Hey, who are you? I was ruthless to you in the past, and I didn't show you any favors in the past, so why did you save me? And why did you only give Jiang Juwang a warning when you could have killed him, and didn't kill him?"

The man in black wanted to leave at this point, but after hearing Murong Yunyao's three questions, his steps couldn't help but stagnate. He didn't look at Murong Yunyao, but glanced at the forest intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was very hesitant. After a long while, he gathered his messy hair and revealed his original face. Although he didn't look handsome, he was elegant and mysterious. As long as he wanted, the most ordinary words he said sounded like an imperial decree, and no one dared to disobey. "Don't worry about who I am, young lady. If I am safe in the future, you don't need to repay me for this favor. If I die in a foreign land, I hope you can take care of my son, and then I will rest in peace."

Murong Yunyao didn't know who this person was, so she naturally didn't understand what he meant. Just as she was about to ask him carefully, the person disappeared without a trace. Murong Yunyao looked at the direction where the person went away, and couldn't help but think, "This person's dress and martial arts are very similar to those of the people in the Nine Netherworld. Could it be that he saved me for my father's sake? I heard that the Lord of Hell and the kings of the Nine Netherworld had already passed away, leaving only King Yama to hold on to the situation. How could there be such a master who came and went without a trace? But if he is not from the Nine Netherworld, why is the martial arts he displayed so similar to the Ten Thousand Demons Covering the Sky and the Ghost Hidden Charm? Forget it, this girl can't care so much, I have to go back to discuss with that stinky beggar first!" After thinking about it, she simply treated the wound and left.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. When Murong Yunyao left the lonely mountain outside Beining City and returned to Duolo Village, she found out that Liu Cheng and others had already retreated to Huabu. She hurried to Huabu again and finally met Liu Cheng, Sun Quanxing and others, but she didn't see Wan Jianfeng. When she asked, she learned that Wan Jianfeng had gone to Bianjing alone to recruit troops, so she had to turn back to the Song Dynasty. (End of this chapter)