Chapter 74 Drawing the Sword
Look inside the formation.
A tear fell from the corner of Fu Xuan's eye.
Just like that day before, her choice made Jingtian the victim, and now.
It was her turn to make a choice again.
There is only one path to destiny, and there is only one answer to choice.
No one would choose a future of failure, but what if the only answer is failure?
Fate once again unfolded mercilessly before Fu Xuan's eyes, and all he saw with his Dharma eyes was deep despair.
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Shen Ce Mansion.
Qingque jumped down from the eaves and showed the Jade Omen of the Imperial Divination to the Cloud Riders outside the door, "I have something important to discuss with you, General! Please lead the way."
Yunqi naturally recognized Qingque, as a sword-fighting genius who had recently gained some fame in Luofu, but he could only find this person at the poker table to challenge him.
Fu Xuan's Jade Omen was also very useful. Qingque was released directly and trotted into the Shen Ce Mansion. Jing Yuan obviously had not fallen asleep, as if he had already expected this moment to come.
"General! Lord Fu Xuan asked me to look for the signal coming from Yuque."
"Scheduled contact has not been sent for more than 14 systems. The only signal transmitted from Yuque was a commercial star ship, but we only heard a scream and then lost the information."
Jing Yuan took out the contact information and said in a deep voice: "The beacon fire has not been lit, it may be a premeditated attack."
The signal conveyed by Luofu was not responded to, which also proved that Yuque was indeed facing an urgent crisis.
"Send a request for help to the other immortal boats and send reinforcements!"
There was a hint of contemplation in Jing Yuan's eyes. Is that so... This is the fate you mentioned, and you knew that this moment would eventually come.
No wonder Fu Qing seemed a little uneasy when she returned to Luofu a few days ago. As a fortune teller, she must have felt it a long time ago, but An Ming's comfort temporarily calmed her mind.
Now it seems that An Ming clearly didn't want Fu Xuan to be involved, so he let her return to the safe Luofu early.
Jing Yuan sighed and asked, why bother?
Do you really have to face that cruel fate alone?
He understood An Ming, but also felt sorry for him. From now on, Xianzhou would lose another respectable sword master.
The beacon fire was lit in Luofu, and the fighting ships were ready at the first opportunity, while the cloud riders shouted "The fairy boats are flying, and the cloud riders are always victorious" and rushed to the battlefield of Yuque.
There is no reason, because they are Cloud Riders.
Protecting the Immortal Boat is an idea engraved in the soul.
Fu Xuan boarded the battle ship heading for Yuque, holding the Wuming Sword tightly in his hands, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
She is afraid.
Afraid to face the future that is already known.
"I heard that General Yaoguang has not returned to Yuque yet. Doesn't that mean there is no one left in Yuque who can take charge?"
"You haven't joined Cloud Riders for a few years, right? You don't even know that person?"
"Who is...?"
"Yuque's nameless sword master——"
"An Ming," Fu Xuan heard the discussion of the Yunqi beside him and whispered, "His name is An Ming, and he is the hero of the Immortal Boat."
Be her hero.
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15 system hours ago.
Verdant green climbs up the branches, and abundant flowers bloom. Vibrant vines spread silently around the Dharma Realm, wandering towards the streets like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
The strange white fog spread across the entire Yuque at some point in time, and all communication equipment lost their signals wherever it passed. Yuque instantly turned into an unknown isolated island.
Internal messages could not be conveyed and external messages could not be received. Moreover, this white fog did not come with any warning signs. It came so suddenly that by the time someone noticed it, it was already too late.
In the entire Yuque, there is only one person who can discover this in advance.
The white fog was everywhere, just like the fate that had always been there, without reason and full of despair.
The light of the Dharma Realm reflected by the ten directions became completely dim, and it seemed as if fate was mercilessly mocking all living beings.
All efforts are meaningless, aren't they?
The fleet of Bu Liren was coming from the sky, covering the sky just as it did in Fang Hu before. This was a surprise attack that had been planned for a long time, and it was for this moment that they sacrificed an entire large stronghold in order to lure Yao Guang to destroy it.
Once Yao Guang is gone, there will be no one in Yuque who can change the situation.
Victory will belong to the people of abundance!
The fleet's hard outer walls emerged from the diffuse white fog. At this moment, all of Yuque's anti-aircraft measures became ineffective, and the cloud riders on the ground were unable to even capture the fleet's exact location.
Once Yuque's fighting ships flew into the sky, they would either lose their direction or be shot down by attacks that came from nowhere in the white fog.
"kill!"
"Take down Yuque!"
"Take back our land!"
The last dusk fell, sinking in the hopeless white fog, and even this last light gradually dissipated.
Night is coming.
The iron spears symbolizing the fertile army pierced through the white fog. Heavy footsteps were heard among the torches. Facing the surprise attack from the sky, the Cloud Riders had no choice but to hastily meet the enemy in the streets.
In the fog, the Cloud Riders could only see the weapons of their comrades beside them, and heard wailing coming from nowhere and flesh being pierced.
In an inconspicuous courtyard, peach blossoms fell again.
The old hand reached out to take the petals, and the long hair tied up was as white as snow.
On the stone table, the sword as black as night was quietly placed under the moonlight, reflecting no light.
"Old boy."
The old hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and a familiar voice came, echoing in my ears.
That was Kenshin's voice.
The peach blossoms were still falling, but the courtyard was empty.
Night came quietly under the cover of thick fog, and the street lamps could only emit a faint halo of light and could not even serve the purpose of lighting.
The strange vines were spreading wildly in the streets like poisonous snakes. The sounds of weapons fighting kept coming from the white fog where visibility was less than half a meter. The Cloud Riders could only coordinate through sound.
But the opponent seemed to be able to ignore the influence of the thick fog, and was as free as a fish in the sea. He could always take advantage of the white fog to disappear and attack again.
It is difficult to organize an effective resistance without a leader, but how can they retreat? Behind them are thousands of lights, and they have nowhere to retreat.
Since I have become a cloud rider, I am——
We, the cloud riders, are like clouds blocking the sky and protecting the immortal boat!
That was the oath made at the beginning, and it will also become an oath to be kept with one's life.
No one retreated.
Hold on to your weapon even when there is no hope.
"—!"
There was a sound of something cutting through the air, and in an instant, the fog dissipated.
The sword had not even been unsheathed. In the mere instant when the hilt was grasped, a sharp wave of air swept up. From a high vantage point, it looked like an invisible circle that suddenly spread outwards and blasted away the fog.
"I want to become the strongest cloud rider!"
"Even if no one recognizes your identity?"
"With a life span of just over a hundred years, is this even necessary?"
Yes, as always—
Draw your sword!
It's like a light.
Where he stood was the light of the Jade Palace.