Chapter 49: Sword on the Brow, Snow Falling

Sword Dynasty

Volume 1: Great Rebel

Chapter 49: Sword on the Brow, Snow Falling

Every sword technique, including flying swords, requires skillful countermeasures when facing different weapons.

Grabbing, parrying, feinting, stabbing, cutting, dragging, striking, shaking… all kinds of sword moves. Once one had mastered them, when facing an attack, they would the most logical movement that could effectively injure the enemy without hindering subsequent movements.

However, each sword focuses on different things. For example, while the Horse Cutting Sword and Heavy Stone Sword favored by the Qin Army, focus solely on the power of a single sword stroke, the Wind Chasing Sword emphasizes lightning-fast thrusting speed. Thus, the simple and complex moves in various sword manuals were the result of a specific focus on different areas.

The Wildfire Sword was an unpopular sword manual that was not widely studied. It was no wonder the black robed, masked man did not recognize it. However, he could see that this sword manual covers a wide range of areas. Each maneuver had five or more variations for facing attackers and counterattacks.

Thus, the moves appear extremely complex; It was as if a small patch of wild grass had expanded when a wildfire suddenly spread and burned people.

However, overly complicated maneuvers were not simple and direct, so they were less fast and powerful. More importantly, the more complex, the more difficult it was to master.

Some sword manuals ignored how the enemy attacked and focused solely on offense. A sword manual like the Wildfire Sword would list five or six different tactics for dealing with enemy attacks. Sometimes, when there were too many moves, one would inevitably hesitate, subconsciously stopping to consider which move to use and what move to follow.

The reason Ding Ning won this black-robed, masked man’s sincere admiration was because his sword never hesitated.

He was clearly on the defensive using a relatively weak and complicated sword manual. Nevertheless, he managed to exude a fierce and determined aura.

From the information the black-robed, masked man had gathered, this young wine shop owner had only joined the White Goat Cave for twenty days, but he possessed an extraordinary understanding of the complex sword manual. Most new disciples in the Min Mountain Sword Sect and the Spirit Void Sword Sect might not be able to achieve this.

However, the more impressive the performance of this young wine shop owner, the more reason he must die today…

Ding Ning's lips were tightly pursed as his remnant sword mercilessly slashed at the throat of the man in front of him.

That man had just swung his Horse Cutting Sword when he lost air and blood filled his throat. He could not breathe, and fell to the ground before he couldeven scream.

Since then, six people had fallen before him.

However, such a fierce battle was a heavy burden on his current cultivation and body.

His breath felt like it was burning.

Several dozen streaks of light suddenly appeared in the night above him.

His feet suddenly stopped and then pushed off. His thin, slender body flashed like lightning, passing under the armpit of the person in front of him, his sword held in his right hand as he slashed a large wound across the man's waist.

In the darkness, the assassin let out a ferocious, wild howl.

Because of this attack, his entire body froze for a moment.

In this pause, the streaks of light landed, and a dozen arrows pierced taht man body.

After seven people fell in succession, the remaining assassins turned pale, their legs unable to move.

“And they say they're people accustomed to seeing blood. Fearing death like this, they're even lower than ordinary soldiers of the Qin army. Bandits are just bandits, shameful and unworthy of public display.” the black-robed, masked man with the Daoist bun muttered as he stood up.

The moment he came out of hiding, Ding Ning felt something different. In the darkness, the black-robed, masked man's eyes shone like jewels, and even his skin radiated a light like fireflies.

Ding Ning stiffened slightly, his heart pounding. He knew the real enemy had appeared.

As the black-robed, masked man began to walk, the assassins wielding long bamboo staffs to block the alley all retreated, except for those who were unable to move.

The black-robed, masked man moved past the retreating men and stopped in front of Ding Ning, who was beginning to gasp for breath. His disgusted gaze swept over the corpses surrounding Ding Ning. He said solemnly, “Such a cruel tactic. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed this came from the hands of a cultivator who had only begun cultivating less than a month ago.”

Blood flowed down the blade of Ding Ning’s Last Flower Sword in his lowered right hand. He controlled his breathing and calmly looked at the black-robed, masked man. He asked, “Who are you?”

“You want to know who wants to kill you, but I cannot tell you. but I can't tell you. If those people could kill you, then I could just sit there and watch, and still get the same money.” The black-robed, masked man laughed. “"I'm just the one responsible for killing you.”

Ding Ning did not speak as the black-robed, masked man began walking again.

It was not clear why the other man was interested in exchanging a few words with him, but it was clear he was not in the mood to waste time.

He took a deep breath and did not try to escape. When facing a cultivator in Vital Energy Realm, running would only lead to a quicker death.

The black-robed, masked man's eyes were completely calm as murderous energy radiated from him.

His steps were steady, seemingly at the same tempo, but his body moved faster and faster. By the third step, his feet had completely left the ground and he was flying forward.

The black-robed, masked man's right hand moved slightly. A wave of primal energies of the universe surged from his body, nearly causing his sleeve to burst. In the next moment, no light reflected from his right hand.

His hand was empty. There was no sword at his waist. No sword on his back.

A thin piece of yellow paper floated lightly out of his sleeve.

Seeing this thin piece of paper, Ding Ning's eyes suddenly narrowed. He felt a chill surge through him. His feet moved, and he retreated as fast as he could. At the same time, he continuously struck the air with his remnant sword to clear the air in front of him.

Inky green sword shadows crisscrossed like rows of tree branches in front of him.

The thin yellow paper that flew out of the black-robed, masked man's sleeve turned to dust with a "poof" sound in the air.

As the dust spread outwards, the vital energy within it continued to burn and soon formed a terrifying fireball.

Ding Ning closed his eyes, his left hand also on the hilt of his sword as he struck another sword shadow in front of him.

With a "boom," the cold alleyway filled with heat. Flowing flames flew several meters into the air and then disappeared strangely.

Ding Ning was thrown back from the exploding fireball.

Many scorch marks appeared on his White Goat Cave robe, and even his youthful face showed burns.

His hands were bleeding, and blood flowed down the hilt of his sword.

However, he showed no fear on his face.

The black-robed, masked man frowned slightly as he looked at Ding Ning, who was still gripping his sword tightly.

However, he showed no fear on his face.

The black-robed, masked man frowned slightly as he looked at Ding Ning, who was still gripping his sword tightly.

At this moment, he did not want any more accidents. So he took a deep breath and his vital energy flowed again.

Another piece of yellow paper emerged from the black-robed, masked man's right sleeve.

This thin piece of paper did not feel as light as the first, and it did not disappear immediately. It was like a heavy block of gold that fell heavily to the ground.

There was a muffled thud.

Dozens of slate bricks on the ground shattered into pieces, the ground beneath them exploding. Every piece of limestone and soil was filled with the primal energies of the universe and became incredibly heavy. They leaped up and began to press toward Ding Ning.

Ding Ning’s remnant sword transformed into shadows again.

Flick, cut, slash… all kinds of sword movements formed a dense sword presence in front of him.

Dozens of muffled sounds rang out.

He took a few steps back.

A shattered piece of slate hit his ribs.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The black-robed, masked man's eyes narrowed, revealing shock and surprise again.

Ding Ning was only injured and managed to survive his attack!

“You're almost done for… What are you waiting for? This persistence will make you suffer even more before you die.”

The black-robed, masked man's unexpectedly complex emotions made him sigh as he clutched another piece of yellow paper.

Ding Ning still did not speak.

He simply took a deep breath and raised his sword to his brow level.

The black-robed, masked man's coldness made his brow appear as if it were covered in a layer of frost.

He shouted, the overflowing vital energy and primal energies of the universe pushing against the seal paper in his hand.

The seal paper disappeared as soon as it left his sleeve.

Snow began to fall in front of him.

Pure snowflakes formed in the air.

The tip of each snowflake became increasingly sharp

 

Notes:

This novel is not my work... I just translated it from a Chinese web novel written by Wu Zui

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