Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2676 Thundercloud
Amidst the howling wind, Ying Baoyue heard the neighing of horses' hooves and Gui Chen's desperate shouts.

"Miss Meng!"

The chill rose up on my back in an instant.

Gui Chen and Meng Shi each led a team to attack in two separate groups. Logically, the two should not have met on the battlefield. The fact that even Gui Chen was so panicked indicates that there are no high-level cultivators on the battlefield who can protect Meng Shi.

As a princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Meng Shi was always protected by secret guards of the Northern Wei royal family. The fact that she was directly attacked by a hidden arrow indicates that all of her secret guards had been killed at this moment.

The Northern Wei royal guards must have been highly skilled. What kind of opponent could have put Meng Shi in such a dangerous situation?

A hurried voice came from the wind: "They are assassins at the Divine Dance Realm or above, at least five of them."

"Embracing the Moon, my wind magic can't solve this!"

If it were just an ordinary cultivator, the mountain spirit would have launched an attack at the risk of damaging her cultivation. However, the opponent's figure was so ghostly that she could only barely use wind magic to catch those few dark shadows, but could not harm the opponent in the slightest.

Ying Baoyue acted decisively, reaching for the Tengshe tattoo on her collarbone. "Tengshe, bring me my bow!"

If high-level cultivators are deployed to carry out assassinations on the battlefield, then they must be prepared to strike with absolute certainty.

Training a cultivator is extremely costly, especially one above the Divine Dance Realm; they are not meant to be cannon fodder on the battlefield. If the enemy is prepared to lose high-level cultivators, then only top-tier experts can handle the situation.

A dark figure flashed beside Ying Baoyue and grabbed her wrist.

It was a clone of Tengshe, but it didn't have Ying Baoyue's bow in its hand.

"Tengshe, where is my bow?" Ying Baoyue asked anxiously.

"What do you want to do?" Tengshe gripped Ying Baoyue's pulse, his face ashen. "Do you want to do it again?"

Just like when he saved Li Jinniang, will he shoot arrows from a thousand miles away and kill the person who wanted to assassinate Meng Shi?
“That’s right,” Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, “There’s no other way, Tengshe.”

"Do you want to die?" Tengshe tightened his grip on Ying Baoyue's wrist. "Last time it was just ordinary cavalry, this time it's a high-level cultivator!"

"You haven't even recovered from the mental and physical strain of saving someone last time, and you want to do it again?"

Tengshe's eyes were practically daggers, "You really will exhaust yourself and shorten your lifespan!"

Ji Jiashu had never seen Tengshe speak so harshly, nor did he expect that Ying Baoyue's long-distance arrow rescue was such a life-threatening matter.

But as always, hitting a fast-moving target on the battlefield from such a distance is no easy feat.

Even if he were at a similar level to Ying Baoyue now, even if he squeezed his consciousness to the limit, he would still be powerless to do such a thing.

Ying Baoyue often brings about miracles, but makes people forget that miracles come at a price.

However, Ying Baoyue's gaze did not waver in the face of Tengshe's angry rebuke. "Let me go, Tengshe, it's too late."

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. "I sent Meng Shi to attack Yang Gao."

If Meng Shi doesn't return, how will she explain it to herself and Yelü Hua?
"We'll talk about whether I'll shorten my lifespan later; let me try it first."

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes and squeezed her mental energy to the limit, while releasing her wind magic. With the help of the mountain spirit's guidance, she finally vaguely saw the scene outside Yanggao City.

By this time, the battle was more than halfway through, and the bodies of soldiers and warhorses lay everywhere outside the city gates.

The city gates were wide open, and the Qin and Northern Wei armies poured into the city. Just three hundred paces from the city gates, where Meng Shi's banner had been, the area around the gates was now a sea of ​​blood.

All three hundred of Meng Shi's personal guards had fallen, leaving only three or four men covered in blood still fighting. However, each of them had been hit by several arrows, and it was only a matter of time before they fell.

The Northern Wei army inside the city wanted to come to the rescue, but their ranks couldn't turn back in time. Suddenly, a large number of women and children poured out of the city gate, blocking the cavalry's advance. On the contrary, Gui Chen, who was a step later, rushed out from the side gate, wanting to rescue Meng Shi, but dozens of dark figures appeared around him. They were not as fast as the people around Meng Shi, but they prevented Gui Chen from breaking through.

Just as the mountain spirit said, there were five dark figures surrounding Meng Shi, appearing and disappearing unpredictably and moving extremely fast.

Meng Shi's lightning magic had reached its peak. She used lightning to surround herself, preventing the assassins from getting close. At the same time, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, turning the ground into scorched earth.

Ying Baoyue saw several charred corpses lying on the ground, indicating that the opposing side had sent at least ten experts to hunt down Meng Shi, which was quite a huge investment.

It can only be said that Meng Shi was powerful enough. She and her personal guards killed five people, but the remaining five black shadows were like ghosts, always managing to dodge Meng Shi's lightning attacks, and surrounded her like a group of messengers from hell.

The remaining five people all possess at least the strength of elders.

Ying Baoyue could tell at a glance that this group of people were already afraid of Meng Shi's Thunder Sword and dared not face its sharpness directly, wanting to exhaust her true energy before making a move.

Meng Shi was indeed at her limit. The power of the lightning from the sky gradually decreased, and the accuracy of her swordsmanship also gradually declined. She was occasionally hit by the opponent's hidden arrows, and she could only narrowly avoid vital points.

She was no longer able to help even one more person.

Meng Shi's bodyguards had fought down to their last man.

Amidst the interwoven lightning, Meng Shi watched as the guard, his body riddled with arrows, fell, his dying breath facing her direction.

But she didn't even have time to shed tears.

No one can guarantee their survival on the battlefield. She was already prepared to die in battle, but she knew she couldn't die at this moment.

So many people are protecting her just so she can survive; she must fight to the very end.

However, perhaps it really has come to the very last moment.

She didn't regret dying here, but she did regret not saying another word to that person.

However, at that moment, whether it was a hallucination before her death or not, she suddenly heard a steady voice in her ear.

"Ashi, don't move."

It was Yelü Hua's voice.

How is this possible?
Ji Jiashu, who was standing on another city tower, also felt that he was hallucinating.

Just as Ying Baoyue was about to grab the bow after a fierce fight with Tengshe, he suddenly heard Yelü Hua's voice in his ear, feeling lost and confused.

"Chunhua-kun, please lend me a hand."

Having not seen Yelü Hua for so long, Ji Jiashu initially thought he was hallucinating.

However, Ying Baoyue, who was arguing with Tengshe, also stopped. "Mo Hua?"

The name seemed to instantly transport everything back to the night before the grand ceremony of the Southern Chu Kingdom.

"it's me."

Yelü Hua stood atop the city gate of Luoyang, gripping the Northern Wei royal sword, gazing northward.

“I am Guanghua, and also Mohua.”

Thunderclouds gathered above his head, gradually gaining momentum.