The Beacon of Kyushu

The journey was long and dangerous, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

That night, the sky was cold and the breeze was rustling. Where the moon shone obliquely, the earth was coated with a layer of silver light, and where the moon did not shine, it was gloomy and quiet. From time to time, a few wolf howls and monkey cries could be heard in the forest, which made people's hair stand on end, but they disappeared in the vast darkness in an instant and were hard to find. Under the guidance of the farmers at the foot of the mountain, Murong Yunyao, with a sword, walked up the magnificent Laojun Mountain in the middle of the night. Although she was very brave, she was still worried when she walked forward in such a dark night.

“Well, after crossing this mountain, we should be not far from Tokyo.” Murong Yunyao subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword with one hand, muttering to herself, “That stinky beggar has lost his donkey, but he can still run so fast. He must be playing a trick on me! When I meet him, I will have a good talk with him!”

Murong Yunyao complained as she crossed a path through the dense forest and headed northeast of the mountain. Suddenly, she vaguely heard the clanging sound of swords colliding, which sounded much louder in the deserted mountain at night than in the daytime. "Strange, who is fighting here in the middle of the night? Could it be that Li Huan sent people to hunt down that stinky beggar?" Murong Yunyao frowned slightly, slowed down her speed of leaving the mountain, and walked carefully along the sound.

In the quiet mountains, the sound is often very loud. Murong Yunyao thought that she only needed to walk for a while to reach the source of the sound. Unexpectedly, she wandered around in the dense woods for nearly an hour before finally getting close. She had suffered a lot from her recklessness in the past twenty years, so she learned to be a little smarter this time. She did not walk straight into the field openly, but hid behind an ancient tree and looked at the field not far away.

Under the moonlight, in front of the thatched cottage, a young man in purple clothes with a heroic appearance and holding a sword was fighting with a dozen warriors dressed in Liao costumes. These Liao warriors were both male and female, with different clothes and weapons. They did not look like Liao soldiers, but like martial artists in Liaodong. The leader was a burly man in his thirties holding a broadsword, with a pair of eyes that were very scary. On his left was a young man with a high nose and deep eyes, and a pale golden face. He also held a broadsword in his hand, but his momentum was slightly less than that of the previous man. Looking at the right hand of the burly man, there was a woman holding a long sword and a heroic figure. Although her martial arts were weaker than the previous two, she could be regarded as a master. Near the three men were some aggressive young men from the Liao Kingdom who were dressed in cloth. However, although they were fierce, their martial arts were much inferior to the leading three. Murong Yunyao did not pay attention to them one by one.

The three leaders did not rush to attack, but directed from the side, letting the young men of Liao who were wearing cloth clothes fight first. The long sword in the hand of the young man in purple was polished with purple crystal, and his sword skills were sharp and ruthless. He fought against more than ten people alone and did not lose the upper hand at all. Murong Yunyao was very good at swordsmanship. She saw that the swordsmanship of the young man in purple was like seven stars in a row, and sometimes like nine stars chasing the sun. Each move contained the five elements of life and death, and each style was based on the circulation of yin and yang. Especially the sword in his hand, which was reflected by the moonlight and emitted a purple sword light, which was pleasing to the eye and extremely thrilling. Under such an offensive, the young men of Liao were beaten to a pulp in an instant, and hot blood burst out one after another where the sword passed. All those who were hit by the sword died, and no one survived.

The burly man in the lead pointed at the young man in purple and shouted angrily, "Yuwen, you bastard! Your swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot compared to when you were in Wanghai Hall. But it's a pity that you are alone. You are dreaming if you want to escape by yourself! I advise you to put down your sword and let Xiao chop off your head to avenge your master!"

The young man in purple sneered while holding a sword. He glanced at the burly man with contempt, then turned his gaze to the girl. His tone was a bit frivolous and teasing, "Yeluting, you and I were childhood sweethearts in the past. Can you really bear to let me die here? It's better to leave quickly to avoid hurting our past relationship."

The girl snorted and said disdainfully, "You bastard! You hurt my teacher and killed so many Khitans. How can I, Yelu Ting, tolerate you? If you really care about our past friendship, then you can kill yourself in front of me. Maybe I can show mercy and leave you with an intact body!"

The young man with a high nose and deep eyes laughed loudly upon hearing this, and said, "Hahaha, Junior Sister is right! You bastard, if you know what's good for you, you'd better kill yourself quickly, otherwise we will not be polite to you!"

"You want me to commit suicide? I'm afraid you three are not worthy enough!" The purple-clothed young man sneered even more than before, pointing his sword at the burly man and said, "Xiao Tallin, you hunted me down so hard in the past. If you don't come forward and accept death today, when will you?"

The burly man did not hesitate any longer, leaped forward and slashed the purple-clothed young man in the face with his sword. His sword was so powerful that the purple-clothed young man could not avoid it. The purple-clothed young man had no choice but to raise his sword to meet the blow. In an instant, the sword and the sword collided, and the sparks that appeared illuminated the long night, and the huge sound shook the sky. Both of them were strong generals, unlike ordinary people in the martial arts world, who would separate immediately after the swords collided. Instead, they used all their strength and neither of them was willing to give in.

"You bastard! I, Xiao, will kill you today to avenge my teacher!" Xiao Talina roared, pressing down the blade of the knife, trying to kill the young man in purple with one blow. "Hehe, you want to kill me? Maybe in the next life!" The young man in purple was not to be outdone, and raised his sword, trying to knock the knife out of his hand. The young man with a high nose and deep eyes saw such a good opportunity, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed at the waist of the young man in purple. The girl tapped her toes lightly, went around behind the young man in purple, and stabbed him in the back with her sword. No matter how strong the young man in purple is in martial arts or how strong he is, he can't split himself after all. How can he resist three first-class masters at the same time? He saw a knife and a sword approaching him, but the sword was firmly held by Xiao Talina and could not be withdrawn. He could not help but reveal a raging anger in his eyes, "Xiao Talina, Yelusha, you are the generals of the Liao Kingdom, but you are so despicable! Even if I, Yuwen Yanyi, die, I will never let you go!"

The three words "Xiao Tallin" entered Murong Yunyao's ears twice, which reminded her of her dead father, and she was immediately filled with rage. In her rage, Murong Yunyao no longer cared about the identity of the young man in purple, or why he got the Zhutian Sword. She only gritted her teeth and said in her heart, "Xiao Tallin, although you killed my father for each of your masters, as his daughter, how can I watch the murderer of my father being arrogant here while I hide in the dark and watch you kill the people of the Song Dynasty!" Murong Yunyao thought about it, and stepped forward with a long sword in her hand, stabbing Xiao Tallin's throat. (End of this chapter)