The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 595: Both Died [Subscribe*Monthly Ticket Request]

"Please give me some advice, sir!" Zhao Cong turned his head, held a halberd in his hand, bowed and saluted.

Then Zhao Cong was seen walking on the water with a halberd in his hand, causing the lotus leaves around him to sway continuously in the water, and the calm lake water was also stirred to constantly hit the surrounding banks.

Two people, one is as calm as water, the other is as violent as fire.

Yan Ju's sword is exquisite and elegant, while Zhao Cong's halberd is powerful and open, which is completely two extremes.

It's just that an inch longer is an inch stronger. Zhao Cong held the halberd and swept across the four directions, cutting down countless lotus leaves and lotus flowers, but he was unable to penetrate Yan Ju's three-foot green peak.

Similarly, Yan Ju was unable to break into the halberd's attack range and attack Zhao Cong.

In terms of cultivation level, Yan Ju is higher than Zhao Cong, but as a disciple of the military strategist, Zhao Cong's martial arts are open and closed, violent and fierce, like a storm, constantly attacking Yan Ju's three feet around him.

Yan Ju did not engage in a head-on confrontation with Zhao Cong. This was a disadvantage in terms of weapons, not a superiority or inferiority in martial arts.

If Yan Ju were allowed to rush into the halberd, he would be in great danger.

"When fighting on the same level and you meet an opponent with a long weapon, just run as far as you can. At least he can't catch up with you!" Yan Yan commented.

This is an advantage in weapons.

Of course, masters like Mo Ya who rely mainly on light skills are exceptions, because they have ways to break into the edge of the weapon.

But in general, when short weapons meet long weapons, the best thing to do is to run as far as possible.

After all, a long weapon user can make many mistakes, but a single mistake with a short weapon will result in certain death.

Why are there so few masters of Qinggong?
Because those who were not famous died at the hands of the enemy, there were always some warriors who mainly relied on light skills and thought they could break into the edge of long weapons. They were confident but stupid, and then they were gone.

Yan Ju had also been on the defensive, using his body movements to dodge the edge of the halberd. The sword in his hand did not collide head-on with the halberd. He kept using the force to dodge and looked for an opportunity to advance into the edge of the halberd.

Yan Ju also found an opportunity, avoided the halberd's attack trajectory, and broke into the halberd's head.

But Zhao Cong was not an ordinary person. When Yan Ju rushed in front of him, he suddenly changed the position of his halberd, let the halberd handle wrap around his neck, and forced Yan Ju out three feet away again.

"Halberd skills, fighting in all directions at night!" Yan Yan nodded in approval.

The crescent halberd was smashed behind Zhao Cong's neck. Taking advantage of the toughness of the halberd shaft, it was swung in a circle in an instant, sweeping in all directions, forcing Yan Ju to retreat out of the range of the halberd.

For a moment, Zhao Cong actually gained the upper hand.

The scarlet halberd was waving continuously, destroying everything in its path.

But everyone knows that the grand nature of military skills also means that the consumption is far greater than other martial arts, and endurance is ultimately a flaw.

If Zhao Cong fails to seriously injure or kill Yan Ju after his outburst, then when the momentum is over, it will be Yan Ju's turn to attack.

Yan Ju was very clear about this, so he was not in a hurry. He just carefully avoided Zhao Cong's outburst, not confronting him head-on, and avoiding his sharp edge.

Zhao Cong was also aware of the flaws in military martial arts, so he continued to attack Yan Ju, restricting his range of movement and forcing him to engage in close combat.

"Zhao Cong lost!" Yan Yan sighed.

After all, Yan Ju is a sword master-level expert and has his own field. It is something mysterious and cannot be understood unless one reaches the sword master level.

Although Yan Ju was on the defense the whole time, he always maintained his own rhythm, while Zhao Cong had lost his rhythm after failing to attack for a long time.

"Be careful!" Just when Zhao Cong's momentum was declining, Yan Ju took action.

Yan Ju stretched out the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword hit the center of the crescent halberd, breaking the power of the halberd. Then, before Zhao Cong could withdraw his move, he rushed forward and broke into the edge of the halberd.

Zhao Cong had no choice but to retreat in a panic, trying to distance himself from Yan Ju. But every time Zhao Cong took a step back, Yan Ju took a step forward, giving Zhao Cong no chance to manipulate the halberd.

The long sword pointed out repeatedly, blocking Zhao Cong's retreat routes and forcing Zhao Cong to retreat towards the pavilion.

"Something's wrong!" Yan Yan looked at Yan Ju's move and suddenly spoke.

With Yan Ju's level of cultivation, he could have stabbed Zhao Cong to death with the sword within three moves after charging forward, but Yan Ju did not do so.

Instead, he was constantly forcing the direction of Zhao Cong's halberd's attack, calculating all of Zhao Cong's attack routes.

"Confucianism, Yi swordsmanship!" Bai Hei Xuan Jian and Mo Ya also recognized the swordsmanship that Yan Ju was currently performing.

But the more this happened, the more it seemed that there was something wrong with Yan Ju's move.

Yi Jianshu is known to be the best swordsmanship in the world, so it would be too easy for him to kill Zhao Cong.

"Why?" Zhao Cong looked blankly at the halberd that pierced Yan Ju's chest and let go of his hand.

It was not that he had the ability to kill Yan Ju, but that Yan Ju was guiding his halberd to stab himself!

Yan Ju looked at Zhao Cong with a smile, and then looked at Wei Zhuang in the pavilion.

"I am grateful for your kindness!" Yan Ju turned around and whispered towards the direction of Handan, and the sword in his hand fell into the lake.

Zhao Cong looked at the man in white lying in the lotus pond surrounded by blood, his eyes red. At this moment he understood, he understood everything.

Like him, Yan Ju did not want to see 100,000 men die in vain in Handan.

But Yan Ju was different from him. King Qian of Zhao and Guo Kai had been very kind to Yan Ju, so Yan Ju could not resist the order from Handan.

Therefore, Yan Ju chose to die on his own initiative. Only after his death would he no longer have to worry about Handan's orders.

"Puff~" a sword pierced through the heart.

Zhao Cong turned back with difficulty and looked at the person who had attacked him.

"Take money from others and fight for your life!" Wei Zhuang said calmly, then pulled out the shark tooth.

But Wei Zhuang frowned as he looked at the white-clothed man lying in the lotus pond, "You haven't explained the reason to me yet!"

"This..." The three people eating melons on the courtyard wall were completely confused.

The fight between Yan Ju and Zhao Cong was too fast, and by the time they reacted, Yan Ju was already dead.

Even if they wanted to save him, they couldn't, after all, he was a man who was proficient in the art of swordsmanship and who voluntarily sought death.

As for Zhao Cong's death, it was also beyond their expectations. No one expected that Wei Zhuang, who was so powerful in Guiguzi, would become a killer and kill people by sneak attack.

"Hahaha, so this is what you mean by repaying a favor!" Zhao Cong looked at the white clothes in the lotus pond and laughed miserably.

He really understood!
Handan didn't dare to let him go back alive. His return alive would be more dangerous than an army of 100,000 returning.

Because his identity and status are so high, his return will make many people unable to sleep.

Yan Ju's way of repaying the favor was to kill him, but Yan Ju was unable to bring an attack on 100,000 soldiers, so Yan Ju chose to die in his own hands, leaving the army without its main general and deputy general, so the army had to withdraw!
Even Handan could not allow the army that had lost its main general and deputy general to continue fighting, and it was too late to select new generals.

"The State of Zhao...is destroyed!" Zhao Cong laughed loudly towards the sky, tears streaming down his eyes, but he forced himself to walk to the center of the pavilion.

"Pass on my general's order to withdraw our troops from Handan immediately!" Zhao Cong roared out the last military order with his remaining strength, then looked at the white clothes in the lotus pond, smiled and closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)