Chapter 640 Breaking the Formation!
Just before the two rushed towards Chaci, the dancer suddenly pulled back her long arm and sheathed her sword.
Everyone was stunned.
Before everyone could react, the dancer twisted her slender waist, and her flowing robes swept across Chaci's face. A refreshing fragrance, accompanied by a warm breath, wafted over Chaci's face.
"Hmm!"
Chaci felt a jolt in his heart and instinctively reached out to grab it, but the soft, water-like sleeve slipped past his fingertips. Then, the dancer nimbly twirled back to the center of the hall like a swallow, turned her back to them, turned her face to the side, covered her mouth with one hand, and chuckled softly at Chaci on the main seat.
This soft laugh was charming, yet tinged with a hint of coquettishness.
Immediately, Chaci's anger flared up. He raised his hand and shoved aside the two samurai who had rushed up to block his way, shouting, "Who gave you permission to come over? Are you all blind?!"
The two warriors exchanged a glance, both showing somewhat embarrassed expressions.
In fact, the moment they rushed up, they noticed that just before they stopped the dancer, she had already sheathed her sword. In other words, there was no need for them to interfere. The dancer was not an assassin; she was just using that action to provoke Chaci.
These actions were the same tricks that the dancers had used in the past few days. However, those dancers had used ribbons from their clothes and flowers in their hands, which was why they hadn't attracted their attention. But what they did just now was indeed making a fuss over nothing. Not only that, it spoiled Chaci's mood and made people think that the Turkic soldiers were cowards, afraid of even the smallest movements of a dancer.
So the two hurriedly sheathed their swords, bowed to Chaci, and awkwardly retreated to their previous positions. Chaci, still angry, scolded again, "Get out of my way!"
Unable to do anything else, the two could only take another step back.
Once they stepped back, the area around the main seat was completely empty!
The dancer smiled even more sweetly at the sight, but in the instant she turned her face away, a barely perceptible, cold glint flashed in her eyes.
At this moment, the drumbeats coming from behind the screen suddenly became rapid and tense, each beat deep and resonant, like the footsteps of soldiers charging on the battlefield, heavy yet carrying a majestic killing intent. The dancer did not slack off either; with the dense drumbeats, her originally enchanting and graceful dance became swift and powerful. Her long sword moved freely with her slender arms, as swift as a dragon, striking, thrusting, slashing, and parrying. Amidst the flashing cold light, her jade wrists turned, and countless sword flowers bloomed in her palms, dazzlingly beautiful.
Nachaci had never seen such a dance before. The long sword, though exuding a murderous aura and being incredibly hard, was wielded with an unusual allure when accompanied by the woman's graceful figure. He held his breath, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the dancer, as if he wanted to devour her whole!
Just then, the drumbeat suddenly stopped.
The dancer moved gracefully, her delicate steps stopping precisely at the moment the drumbeat ceased, positioned to the lower right of the main seat.
She leaned slightly, like a plum blossom standing by a lake, defying frost and snow, its reflection shimmering in the water. Her long arms stretched out, and the sword in her hand moved gracefully and softly toward Chaci, who sat in the main seat.
It was the same move again, and this time, no one stopped him. Chaci was delighted and reached out to grab the tip of the sword.
Just as he grasped it, a drumbeat suddenly resounded.
A soft laugh rang out, and the dancer's charming laughter stirred Chaci's heart. The next moment, he felt his fingertips loosen, and the sword tip was pulled back once again.
"well!"
Chaci cried out in alarm and hurriedly reached out to grab her again, but just as he raised his arm, a beautiful figure flashed before his eyes, and the dancer spun around and gracefully came to his side.
The samurai who was already standing to the side frowned slightly upon seeing this, but still took another step back under Chaci's impatient glare. Then, the dancer moved slowly with her lotus-like steps, her skirt fluttering lightly past Chaci's side. As she sheathed her sword, she knelt down and gently placed a jade-like hand on Chaci's right shoulder: "My lord."
"beauty……"
Chaci immediately beamed with joy and reached out to grab her hand.
But as soon as his left hand reached out, the dancer's hand suddenly withdrew. Chaci's hand only touched his shoulder, but before he could react, a fragrant breeze came from his right side. The dancer suddenly went around behind him. Her jade hand, like a nimble snake, gently slid her fingertips across the back of his neck and finally stopped on his left shoulder.
His left hand, holding the sword, gently rested on his right shoulder.
Chaci hurriedly turned his head again, only to see the beauty right in front of him, her smile as beautiful as a flower, her breath as fragrant as orchids. He was instantly captivated and lost all sense of reason, forgetting everything about the Taihang grain route and the safety of Taiyuan.
At this moment, all he could see were those red, luscious lips, lightly pursed, as she said to him, "My lord..."
"beauty……"
Chaci leaned towards the dancer, about to say something, when suddenly a rapid drumbeat sounded, as dense as a sudden rain. Although the dancer's sword dance, which combined strength and grace, had been very pleasant to hear, the rapid drumbeat was somewhat inappropriate with the beauty in front of him.
So, Chaci frowned and looked at the screens on the left side of the hall. Behind the screens, he could vaguely see some figures moving about, who were the musicians who had just performed the song and dance.
He said impatiently, "Who is this person? What kind of music are they playing? How rude!"
"This is the music for breaking the formation."
"The Music for Breaking the Formation?"
These three words surprised Chaci somewhat. He quickly turned his head, and upon seeing the beautiful woman in front of him, he no longer had the energy to think about the "Breaking the Formation" music. He just teased her and said, "Breaking the formation? Whose formation are you talking about?"
"break--"
The beautiful woman slowly approached him, her red, luscious lips close to his ear, and said, word by word, "The Western Turkic formation!"
"...!?"
Upon hearing this, Chaci's expression suddenly changed, but before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck. The long sword that had been lazily draped over his right shoulder suddenly rose and transformed into a bolt of lightning, slicing across his throat!
Chaci's eyes widened, and before he could even utter a cry, his throat was slit!
His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the beautiful woman before him, who had been charming and alluring but whose face had suddenly darkened, as if she had donned a cold and stern mask. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word; only painful, hissing sounds came from his throat.
Only then did he suddenly come to his senses.
This is an assassin!
And he must—
Just as he was about to make his move, he felt a weight on his hand. It turned out that in order to hold the beautiful dancer's hand, his left hand had loosened the birdcage hanging at his waist and placed it on his right shoulder. Now, as he tried to pull his left hand back to pat the birdcage, the beautiful dancer reached out and firmly gripped his hand on his shoulder, while her other hand, holding a sword, pressed down hard on his right arm, locking him in place!
Chaci's eyes were bloodshot and bulging with anxiety. Finally, at this moment, he struggled to let out a final, shrill roar.
"ah--!"
That single word seemed to pierce something, and a stream of blood suddenly gushed from his neck, spreading into a bloody mist before his eyes. His voice was abruptly cut off by the bloody scene at that moment.
Just then, the warriors on both sides realized they had been tricked and immediately roared as they drew their swords and charged forward.
But the dancer did not dodge; she still held onto Chaci's hand tightly.
At this moment, Chaci was not completely dead. Although his throat had been cut and he had lost the ability to resist, he desperately used his last bit of strength to try to pull back his left hand to smash the birdcage hanging at his waist. She could only hold Chaci's hand tightly to protect the birdcage.
Two samurai charged forward, the one on the left brandishing a large sword and viciously slashing at her head.
"Go to hell!"
Just as the blade was about to strike the dancer's head, a powerful force suddenly struck from behind. Before the samurai could figure out what was happening, he felt himself being forcefully restrained at the neck, while his feet were propelled forward by inertia, and he was sent flying through the air.
Then, he was slammed hard to the ground!
With a loud "bang," the samurai didn't even have time to scream before his neck was smashed open on the ground. The force of the blow even created a crater in the floor. The samurai's head and body were forced into an unnatural angle, and his rolled-back eyes and gruesome death startled the guests in the hall who had been stunned by Chaci's sudden assassination attempt. They gasped in shock.
They immediately screamed and stood up, retreating to the right side of the lobby.
Because on the left side—where the musicians used to perform—the screen was smashed open when the dancers made their assassination attempt and the two guards rushed up. A swift and agile figure rushed out like a leopard and smashed the guard on the left to death!
At that moment, the man squeezed hard again, and the sound of bones grinding together came from his palm; the samurai's neck was now shattered.
Then, he looked up—
A cold and stern face came into view!
It's Yuwen Ye!
The dancer who was looking directly at him, still tightly gripping Chaci's left hand—the hand he had used to smash the birdcage before his death—was none other than Shang Ruyi.
The scene just now, while not frightening her, terrified the samurai on the other side who was about to charge. Seeing his companion die so tragically, the man's legs buckled, but the next moment, he gritted his teeth, brandished his sword, and charged forward—
"I kill you!"
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