The hand holding the sword was slick with blood, and it was unclear whether it was the blood of its owner or the enemy.
There was a rare expression of reluctance in the eyes behind the gun. I don't know if it was for the old man who was weathered by the blade, or for the old friend whose image was distorted in memory.
When it comes to a gun versus a sword, the sword has no advantage.
But the gun left room for maneuver, and the sword was determined to fight to the death, and the two were in a stalemate.
The rain flowed down the patterns on the gun barrel, and Xiao Zhun sighed almost inaudibly.
"Uncle, the defeat is certain, please stop."
The sounds of fighting were deafening all around, faintly mixed with the loud noise of rolling rocks, but Bai Heliu could still see clearly the words that came out of the general's lips.
His blood-stained eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he looked fixedly at the person in front of him.
"What...did you call me?"
Xiao Zhun closed his eyes tightly, shook the spear in his hand, and the opponent took three steps back.
"Uncle, stop it!"
Bai Heliu stared at the face in front of him that was filled with pain in silence, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Good! Good! Good!" His laughter gradually faded, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground. "Success or failure, it will be decided by God!"
The sounds of fighting around suddenly became smaller. Xiao Zhun glanced and saw something dark and overwhelming coming from the night, bringing with it a heavy sound of wind, and falling in an instant.
They are arrows from the Black Feather Camp.
This means that they don't have much time left.
Bai Heliu's face showed a paleness after extreme excitement, and there seemed to be light shining through the paleness, like the last match lit by a dying person, pious and fanatical.
"Ah Jun, Uncle... Uncle is sorry for you." He said it with difficulty, but his eyes were firm. "Since you were little, Uncle has always given you something on your birthday to cheer you up. Now that we haven't seen each other for many years, how about Uncle giving you one last gift?"
The heavy whistling sound of arrows started again, and clusters of pitch-black arrows flew up in groups, and when they fell, it was like a heavy black rain.
Xiao Zhun subconsciously swung his sword backhand to block the stray arrow.
Bai Heliu's tone became hurried.
"Listen carefully. There is a sword, its blade three feet and one inch long, its blade three and a half inches wide, all made of one piece, and incredibly sharp. Those who wield it are not known for its sharpness, but for its destruction. Wherever the sword passes, its energy is released. Grass and trees are severed, gravel is shattered like rice husks, and flesh and blood are ripped apart. Those struck by this sword may suffer skin lesions that can be healed, but the meridians are difficult to heal, and they will need the finest red-throat pearls for the rest of their lives to stay alive and relieve pain..."
Xiao Zhun's hand holding the gun suddenly trembled.
If Xiao Zhun was able to remain rational and clear-headed at the beginning and listen to what the other party said, he really couldn't maintain his composure after hearing the last sentence.
"What did you say? How do you know about the Red-Throat Pearl..."
"I know because that's the conclusion I came to personally after trying hundreds of herbs."
After Bai He finished speaking, he suddenly took half a step back. His right hand touched the buckle of the armor on his shoulder, and the two pieces of breastplate fell to the ground. Then he grabbed his collar with both hands and tore it apart violently.
The crisp sound of ripping cloth was drowned out by the sounds of fighting around him. An old scar twisted and twisted like a dragon across his body. He took a deep breath and roared amid the increasingly deafening clamor.
"Look carefully, this is the wound left by the Sword of Movement and the Andao Sword Technique. There is no other such wound in the world! Do you understand?! Do you understand..."
whoosh.
Xiao Zhun's almost dull pupils trembled, and something flew past his left shoulder.
The color, speed, sound, frequency of air flow disturbances, and even the slight smell of black iron brought by the arrow tip when it flew past were all so identical to the one that passed through his shoulder more than ten years ago.
And it seems like the situation back then, there was more than just that one arrow.
The scar on Bai He's body was so glaring yet familiar. It was the nightmare he had every night after only seeing it once on his aunt's body.
His pupils gradually shrank, and at the same time, Bai Heliu's voice stopped abruptly.
The black arrow feathers pierced through the chest, and blood was like a line on the upright arrow tip, blurring and covering the old scar.
The former Chief Censor's hands, which did not have many calluses, slowly stroked his shoulders.
Just like many years ago, he patted the boy's head and asked him to grow taller quickly.
"Promise me to take care of my daughter..."
whoosh.
Another flying arrow.
Immediately, three consecutive attacks followed, each hitting the vital points and penetrating the intestines and bones.
Bai Heliu's body leaned back, like an old pine tree with dead branches, and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
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In the southwest corner of Chongbitai, where the lights were dim, shadow guards in black clothes stood in two rows on the plank road, almost blending in with the beams and pillars.
The tent that was set up separately, with defenses and surveillance on all sides, is now empty.
The man in the long gown stood in the tent with his hands behind his back, his face still expressionless.
The commander of the Black Feather Jiazi Camp had cold sweat on his forehead as he reported the current situation in a low voice.
"The unconscious palace maid had just been revived by someone pouring water on her. After a while, she explained that Mr. Zong had difficulty walking and asked her to help him hook the curtain to retrieve something. She didn't know what happened after that."
The man hummed lightly to show that he understood, and said nothing else.
The general became even more nervous and repeated the second half of the report truthfully.
"The secret guard heard the sound of something heavy falling and left his position to investigate. Within a split second, he found himself in the tent, and there was no one there. A large hole had been torn in the tent roof, and a section had fallen off when he chased it. Hei Yu intercepted it with an arrow, but the man's movements were so subtle that no sound could be heard, and Ye Yu's vision was obstructed, so he was eventually able to escape."
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