Yan Zi stood with his arms folded on the tip of the pole, which was less than an inch square. The sound of the wind whipping the belt around his waist mixed with the sound of the prayer flags fluttering around him, so harmoniously that everyone present ignored his existence.
However, the ancient sword in his hand exudes an aura that cannot be underestimated.
This subtle change in aura is hidden in the sound of the wind. Even the most skilled warriors may not be able to detect it unless they have fought in person.
The sound Xiao Nanhui just heard was the sound of the sword being unsheathed.
A few months ago, when she first fought this man, she almost died at the hands of his sword.
When did he ascend the altar? Besides her, was there anyone else who noticed this assassin who had invaded the festival?
Changmi Terrace is surrounded by narrow and steep stone steps. It takes at least a while to climb up the steps. By then, what should have happened would have already happened.
The most important thing is that there is not even an iron hairpin on the platform now. The ceremonial officials closest to it only have gold and jade objects in their hands, and even the military generals who receive the gifts only have a short and fragile jade sword.
In that moment of distraction, when she looked up at the top of the flag again, the purple-robed man had raised the long sword in his hand, which was as sharp as snow.
Xiao Nanhui felt that it was not a sword at all, but a harvesting sickle raised towards a field of green wheat seedlings.
The morning's earnest lecture on etiquette by the ceremonial officer had now fallen on deaf ears. She kicked away the altar and incense table blocking her way, and at the same time threw the jade sword that the emperor had just given her at the Liber Bell above Fuqiu Tianshi's head.
The jade sword was unsharpened and had a hard and brittle texture. It shattered on the spot when it hit the ancient bronze bell, but it also made a crisp sound. The early ringing of the bell reverberated on the Changmi Terrace, drowning out all other sounds.
This warning made everyone on the Changmi Terrace focus their attention on Fuqiu's head.
Fuqiu realized it belatedly and slowly raised his head to look upwards.
Because of this wonderful angle, he first saw the purple-clothed assassin's hakama and the soles of his feet clearly, and then he noticed the slowly rising sword in the other's hand.
This was the first time Xiao Nanhui saw Fu Qiu's eyes open.
The other party's eyes, which seemed to be unable to open normally, were now wide open. His legs and feet, which could not even climb the stairs and needed a sedan chair to serve him, suddenly regained their vitality. He jumped three meters away from the ground and hid at the back of the ceremonial team in the blink of an eye. When he opened his mouth, his voice was like a bell, comparable to the big man from Lingdong who was hawking pancakes on Yanfu Street.
"There's an assassin! Help! Help!"
This scream was like a huge rock exploding into a deep pool, disrupting the entire crowd inside and outside Changmi Terrace. It was more effective than the sound of the bell just now.
However, the sound was not as fast as the shadow. The sword in Yan Zi's hand was like a ray of light, swooping down from mid-air and heading straight for the emperor's back.
Xiao Nanhui felt that the clothes on her back were soaked in an instant. She tried her best to rush towards the emperor's back, but she still couldn't catch up with the light and shadow.
At the critical moment, another shadow flashed out from under the altar where Fu Qiu had just sat, and rushed towards the sword of the purple-clothed assassin from another direction.
Although he had known for a long time that this lackey guard was a skilled martial artist, Xiao Nanhui was still amazed at how skilled he was when he saw him put so much energy into fighting the enemy today.
Such swordsmanship has already reached the pinnacle. If it weren't for the conflict between the weapons, it would be difficult to find a chess player like him in the world.
At this point, she finally understood why Ding Weixiang was the only one by the emperor's side.
Because one person is enough.
clang.
The blades clashed, and the swords hummed and rang.
The murderous intent stopped just one inch from the heart of the emperor and his empress.
The swordsman and the swordsman each retreated several feet, but it was difficult to tell who was stronger. Both of them were obviously a little surprised.
Ding Weixiang, occupying his home turf, seemed well-prepared. At a whistle, the well-trained Black Feather Battalion garrison descended upon Changmi Terrace from all directions. He was in no rush to attack, carefully positioning the Emperor in a blind spot and observing his opponent's movements.
Yan Zi stood beneath the Liber bell, adjusting his breathing. He knew his initial attack had failed, and his opponent was equally matched; continuing to fight would only put him at a disadvantage. However, he didn't seem to intend to leave immediately.
At this time, the panicked and chaotic ceremonial officials finally came to their senses, holding the ceremonial objects in their hands and dragging their long dress hems, and slowly moved towards the bottom of the stone steps.
In a flash, Yan Zi suddenly attacked the last ceremonial officer from behind.
Ding Weixiang and Xiao Nanhui, who were present, had not expected what was happening before their eyes. They only saw a flash of white light, and the ceremonial officer's waist belt broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, and the jade box in his hand disappeared.
What a good strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
Xiao Nanhui finally understood Yan Zi's true intentions. While it looked like an assassination attempt, it was actually a quest to seize the secret seal, which only left the palace once a year.
As soon as he got the East and the West, the purple-robed swordsman did not delay any longer. He flew over the temporary pillars set up around the altar and used the force to move towards the outer edge of Changmi Terrace.
However, during this period, the garrison of the Black Feather Camp had already prepared their bows and arrows. Following Ding Weixiang's command, a sea of black arrows flew towards the shadow.
But look at that Yan Zi who was able to flip over in mid-air to dodge, and without any fulcrum, he burst out with amazing strength, and the white blade in his hand danced into a bright light that could not be splashed by water. In the blink of an eye, he cut down the black feather arrows shot from the two stone bows and dropped them to the ground.
At this moment, a faint bell sound came from the southwest.
The purple-robed swordsman, listening to the sounds and determining his position, had instantly found the weak point of the Black Feather Guards and, with a single leap, charged ten feet away. Ordinary guards were no match for him, and the encirclement, which had barely tightened, was ripped open in an instant. Yan Zi, sword in hand, fled, as if entering an uninhabited area.
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