Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play
Chapter 117: Burial Accompaniment

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Burial Accompaniment

The one-armed man shouted something to the young man, Fengyu understood, "Run quickly!"

Xie Xun flipped his wrist, drawing the longsword out of the Beiman man’s body, casually swung it, and blood gathered at the tip of the sword, dripping onto the river stones. His expression was cold and angry, "None of you will get away!"

As soon as the words fell, Xie Xun swung his sword upwards, and the sound of clashing blades was piercing.

Daylight broke through the thick clouds, startling birds from the distant mountains and forests, who flew into the sky shimmering in the light.

Xie Xun cut down three men, the morning light falling into his pupils but unable to warm the ice within. He swung his sword towards the always silent Beiman youth, "Dugu Jing, it’s your turn!"

The ninth son of the Beiman King, Dugu Jing.

Two years ago, Xie Xun rode into the snow mountains alone and had a brief encounter with Dugu Jing. Later, when Fengyu’s soul was startled and he fell from his horse, it was Dugu Jing who rode his horse over and broke his left leg.

Dugu Jing drew his scimitar, pointing it at Xie Xun, "The lives of the Marquis Zhenbei Mansion, they all belong to me!"

"Arrogant!"

Almost simultaneously, the two moved, a blade and a sword colliding by the riverside, two pairs of eyes filled with a fighting spirit glaring fiercely at each other. They were in their prime, possessing the best physiques and the most vigorous strength. Born amid the mountains and rivers of Beiman and Yanyang, they were generals destined to meet on the frontline one day.

The scimitar sliced Xie Xun’s shoulder, while the longsword cleaved Dugu Jing’s back. They were like beasts unaware of pain, with an unending source of power.

They feared neither blood nor sacrifice, having only the other’s life in their eyes.

Xie Xun was not wearing armor, and the scimitar that cut across his arm left the skin torn and flesh exposed. But instead, his sword strikes became even stronger. The two battled by the river evenly matched, like two lions tearing at each other.

Dugu Jing’s scimitar powerfully swept towards his chest, the longsword blocking but being deflected. Xie Xun retreated three meters, supporting himself with one hand as the poison in his left leg acted up untimely, causing intense pain. Xie Xun stabbed his longsword into the river stones, the tiger’s mouth faintly aching. He looked up, seeing Dugu Jing spitting blood, his sweat-soaked hair dripping into his eyes, as blood and sweat mixed and flowed down.

Fengyu looked on in worry, "Xie Xun..."

Xie Xun panted roughly, the Third Miss’s face covered in blood, completely dirty, lying half-collapse by the river, seemingly on the verge of death.

"Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you home!" Xie Xun gave a wild yet confident smile, looking at Dugu Jing with a stern face, standing up forcefully, attacking Dugu Jing once again with his longsword.

Dugu Jing turned his blade to block, but was becoming increasingly strained. Xie Xun seized his fatigue, using the longsword as a blade, slashing with full force. When Dugu Jing blocked again, the scimitar was pushed to his shoulder, the blade embedded in his shoulder, blood instantly soaking through his clothes.

Sweat fell into Xie Xun’s eyes, but he focused fiercely on Dugu Jing, using crushing power to force him to kneel. Dugu Jing, struggling to block the longsword, vowed never to kneel.

In Beiman, there are only heroes who die in battle, never cowards who kneel.

Half of Dugu Jing’s body was soaked with blood, his short jacket wet with sweat, his eyes fierce like a wolf king’s, the blade cut deep to the bone, yet he remained unmoved.

When the Northern Iron Cavalry had once crushed his left leg, Dugu Jing’s right leg swept towards Xie Xun’s lower body, separating the blade and sword, both fell onto the river stones, losing strength. Xie Xun swung his fist, aiming for Dugu Jing’s head, Dugu Jing dodged, spitting blood, countering by punching Xie Xun’s shoulder, blood dripping into Xie Xun’s eyes.

They engaged in close combat, trembling together, each punch landing on flesh, Dugu Jing’s strong body as firm as an iron wall, both fought fiercely, tirelessly, amidst flying blood and sweat.

Fengyu held the cloak, stepping back frequently to avoid the battle’s flames, catching in her peripheral the one-handed Beiman man getting up, having just fainted but not dead yet. Blood continuously dripped from his severed arm, staining the stones at his feet, he shouted loudly in Beiman language, "Master, go home, one day we will march into Yanyang, go back, come again."

He picked up a sword, intending to stab Xie Xun, who was facing away from him, suddenly stiffened, staring in shock at the sword tip piercing through his chest, suddenly turned his head, blood continuously overflowing from his mouth and nose.

Fengyu half-knelt on the ground, her face covered in blood, but tilted her head and sweetly smiled, "Come cut my tongue again in the next life, and by the way, I am called Fengyu, you caught the wrong person."

In his eyes, a frail girl like a lamb cub, stabbed his chest through with a sword. He stared at Fengyu’s sweet face, stepping towards her slowly.

Fengyu, "?"

This still didn’t kill him; are you Beiman people too resilient to kill?

He seemed to want to fight her desperately, Fengyu’s expression changed slightly, just about to crawl away, the Beiman man suddenly collapsed, the corpse crashing onto her.

"Ah..." Fengyu screamed, feeling her leg broken by the body.

Seeing this, Xie Xun hurriedly turned around, "Fengyu!"

But at that moment, Dugu Jing seized the opportunity, flipping over to Fengyu’s front, grabbing her with one hand, placing the curved blade across her neck.

Xie Xun’s expression darkened, gripping his longsword, eyes wide with rage, "Let her go!"

A mouthful of blood choked Fengyu’s throat, as if she was fished out of bloody water. Her left leg ached piercingly, the world spinning, feeling she was about to perish here.

"Don’t move, or I’ll kill her." Dugu Jing saw through Xie Xun’s apprehension, staring at him without blinking, unwilling to let go of Fengyu.

The Heavenly God needs sacrifice, the king requires rest, this woman must be taken back to Beiman.

He dragged Fengyu back while Xie Xun pressed close step by step; he couldn’t expose Fengyu’s identity, once exposed, Dugu Jing, deeming her of no use, would surely cut off her head with one blow.

The morning light fell on Fengyu’s battered features, her leg no longer able to walk, dragged by Dugu Jing, blood marking a trail on the river stones.

"Stop, drop your longsword!" Dugu Jing shouted, "Or I’ll kill her."

The scimitar about to cut Fengyu’s neck, making Xie Xun shout urgently, "Stop!"

Dugu Jing knew he had grasped Xie Xun’s vulnerability, this man decisive in battle, had countless of his tribesmen slaughtered, fear now appeared in his eyes.

Once a person has fear, they become weak.

Xie Xun dropped his longsword, the sword clanging loudly against the stones, his veins bulged, restrained to the extreme, "Dugu Jing, if you dare hurt her, I swear, the Northern Iron Cavalry will tread over Sha Ling Tian Mountain and slaughter all your people."

"Hahahahahahaha, arrogant Yanyang people, come, I’ll wait for you at Sha Ling Tian Mountain."

Warhorses neighed, restlessly pawing the ground, as Dugu Jing was about to throw Fengyu onto the horseback, when Fengyu, who had been seized like a corpse, with no resistance, suddenly felt the dagger at her waist, backhanded stabbed into Dugu Jing’s waist, using her last bit of strength intending to kill him.

The frail Fengyu, possessing a will of steel.

Dugu Jing merely felt a numbness in his abdomen, unbelievable. This woman, fragile as she seemed, yet able to wound him? Looking as if on the brink of death, yet still having the strength to inflict harm?

"I never engage in loss-making deals." Fengyu, her voice barely audible, but very clear, "Even if I die, I’ll drag you to the grave with me!"