The Beacon of Kyushu

Yelu Juncai suddenly sneered and said, "Haha, Master, is this rule of not being allowed to enter the back mountain casually specially added for me? If so, I am honored!" His voice changed from the calm and childish voice of the past two days to become domineering and cold, and anyone who heard it would feel a chill in their heart. After saying that, he suddenly drew the long sword from his waist and stabbed at Mu Liao unscrupulously!

Mu Liao seemed to have expected this scene. Instead of being shocked, he sat on the couch motionless, allowing Yelu Juncai's sword to pierce his throat. Yelu Juncai was shocked, and the sword's momentum paused slightly. With this pause, the sword lost its original swiftness and sharpness. "Yuwen, you bastard, do you think you can fool us with this little trick? Wishful thinking!" A girl's voice suddenly sounded from outside the room. It was Yelu Ting.

Yelu Juncai looked outside the hall and saw Yelu Ting holding a long sword and walking slowly towards him, holding Murong Yunyao hostage. Murong Yunyao had a sharp blade across her neck and did not dare to resist. She looked at Yelu Juncai in front of her with a look of surprise and doubt, "You... who are you? Are you here to save me?"

"Miss Murong, I'm sorry to have made you suffer!" Yelu Juncai knew that his identity had been exposed, so he simply lost the point of hiding it any longer. He reached out and wiped off the disguise on his face, revealing his original heroic and cold face. When Murong Yunyao saw this face, she was a little shocked. She could never have expected that the person who risked her life to save her was Yuwen Yanyi, whom she had only seen briefly that night.

Murong Yunyao widened her eyes and asked, "Why...why did you save me?"

Yuwen Yanyi held the sword upside down and said loudly: "Miss Murong, you can draw your sword to help a stranger. How can I, Yuwen Yanyi, be ungrateful? There is no need to say anything else, just follow me!" As he spoke, his figure flashed and he approached Yelu Ting in an instant. He stabbed Yelu Ting's right wrist holding the sword with a sword that was shining coldly.

Although Yelu Ting's martial arts skills were good, she was no match for Yuwen Yanyi. Seeing the long sword coming at her fiercely, she knew that she could not block it with her own strength, and could not help but hesitate, "If I let go, the two of them would definitely flee down the mountain, and all my efforts would be in vain. But if I don't let go, my right wrist would definitely be stabbed by Yuwen Yanyi, and even if I kill Murong Yunyao at the same time, what would it help?"

Just when she was at a loss as to what to do, Mu Liao suddenly jumped up from the couch and blocked Yelu Ting in an instant. The three people present were all rare masters, but no one could see clearly when Mu Liao moved and how he blocked between the three people. But although Mu Liao blocked, Yuwen Yanyi's long sword did not stop at all, on the contrary, it became even more swift.

Seeing the situation, Mu Liao slightly turned to the side, poured all his internal strength into the palm of his right hand, and reached out to flick Yuwen Yanyi's wrist. His flick didn't seem to use much force, but once anyone was flicked by him, even if the wrist was not broken, the long sword would inevitably turn around, and the most ruthless moves would become useless in an instant. How could Yuwen Yanyi not know how powerful Mu Liao was? He simply changed direction in the blink of an eye before his right palm flicked, and stabbed his sword straight into his palm.

Seeing that Yuwen Yanyi used the sword very skillfully, Murong Yunyao forgot about her own situation for a moment and couldn't help but blurt out a "good job". Yelu Ting stared at Murong Yunyao fiercely and put the long sword closer to her neck, trying to use it as a threat to make her shut up. Seeing this, Murong Yunyao not only didn't shut up, but shouted: "Young Master Yuwen, you better work harder! Hurry up and get rid of this old guy, so that we can go down the mountain together!"

Yuwen Yanyi's sword moved faster and faster, gathering like a rainbow piercing the sun and dispersing like bright stars. The sound of "squeaking" breaking through the air was endless, and the whole room was filled with murderous intent. If Yuwen Yanyi's opponent was an ordinary first-class master, even if there were ten of them at this moment, they would all be killed by the sword. Unfortunately, his opponent was Mu Liao, who was known as the martial saint of the Liao Dynasty and had never been defeated in the second half of his life. Although Mu Liao had one arm broken, the palm technique he used was also profound and mysterious, with endless changes. Moreover, Mu Liao's internal strength was extremely strong, which undoubtedly made the palm technique, which was already unpredictable, more vast and majestic when it was used.

Palms and swords came and went, strange moves were made one after another, and murderous intent was agitated. The two people's moves became faster and faster. At the beginning, Murong Yunyao and Yelu Ting could see every move clearly. But after a long time, Yelu Ting's eyes were not enough. She only felt that the whole room was filled with palm shadows and sword lights, and the strong wind stirred by the internal force whistled in her ears, frightening a temporary outsider like her.

"Yuwen, you bastard! You've fallen into the trap. Why don't you just sit there and wait for death? When will you do that?" Xiao Talina's voice suddenly rang out at the door. His voice was already strong and hearty, and at this moment his loud shout was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made Yuwen Yanyi feel a palpitation for no reason.

Yelusha also came to the door, pointed at Yuwen Yanyi and shouted: "That's right, if you want to live, put down your weapon! Otherwise, don't blame us for rushing over and chopping off your dog head!"

Yuwen Yanyi kept his sword in his hand, and at the same time, he stole a glance outside the door, only to see Xiao Talin and Yelusha leading nearly a hundred Liao soldiers to block the door. Even if Yuwen Yanyi was a martial artist, it would be too unrealistic to think that he could escape with just one sword. Yuwen Yanyi looked at the long sword in his hand with disdain, and said angrily, "Yelü Juncai is a royal relative after all, and the weapon in his hand is too shabby! If I had my five-hook flying silver spear, I would not be afraid even if I faced thousands of troops!"

Seeing Yuwen Yanyi in a daze, Mu Liao struck Yuwen Yanyi in the chest with a whirring force of wind. Yuwen Yanyi dodged to the side, gritted his teeth, and knelt in front of Mu Liao without warning, saying, "Master, I am willing to take the risk to come to Wanghaitang this time, not to betray my master and ancestors, not to steal the secret book, and not to kill the enemy for the Song Dynasty, but to save my benefactor's life. Master, if you must kill me for what happened in the past, I have nothing to say, but I hope that you can spare Miss Murong after I die, so that I can smile in my grave!"

"You..." Mu Liao was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to kill this traitor with a palm, or let him and Murong Yunyao go hand in hand. Xiao Talin, Yelusha, and Yeluting had just wanted to kill Yuwen Yanyi, and they had never expected that he would do such a thing. Now they didn't know what to do. Seeing this, Murong Yunyao was indescribably moved, her eyes reddened and she almost cried.

Muriao hesitated for a moment and ordered solemnly: "Ting'er, let him go!"

(End of this chapter)