NFBE Chapter 365 Because Retreat is Not Possible
Chapter 365 Because Retreat is Not Possible
A secluded paradise, shrouded in crimson clouds.
Ji Jinjin and Ye Jing clashed in this small, secluded cave. Beneath layers of blood-red clouds, their killing intent surged, causing Yue Cheng and the others around them to be extremely alarmed.
Ling Yuanzi walked in front of Yue Cheng and the other two, raising his hand to block them.
Long Siyin looked at the white-haired, youthful-looking old man before her, her voice filled with worry:
"Uncle-Master Lingyuan..."
Ling Yuanzi slowly waved his hand.
"It will be alright, this is a lineage that enters the path through killing."
Long Siyin looked at Ye Jing and Ji Jinjin, and murmured, "A lineage that enters the Dao through killing..."
Ling Yuanzi heard the woman's murmur behind him and slowly nodded.
The old man's deep eyes gazed at the murderous aura emanating from the two men before him. His eyes held a profound sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).
"Buzz!"
The broken sword floating behind him emitted a faint sword cry, which only Ling Yuanzi could hear.
"Don't rush, follow the clouds."
The old man soothed his sword:
"One day, there will be a time when we two will be of use."
The Cloud Chasing Sword gradually calmed down, and the immortal sword slowly flew out from behind the old man, as if watching the imminent battle in front of him.
Ye Jing looked at Ji Jinjin, who was holding a long spear. The woman looked young, but the killing intent and murderous aura around her were like an indestructible armor that enveloped her.
The old man spoke slowly, his voice resounding throughout the entire cave:
"You entered the path of cultivation through killing. And you became a general on the battlefield of the desolate region. You must know the consequences of losing control."
Purple lightning appeared in the air around Ji Jinjin. The constantly moving lightning bolts were like small snakes that exploded on the hem of the woman's skirt, making a soft sound.
The young general replied frankly, "I know."
"My mind is made up, so let's go!"
Ye Jing nodded slightly and transformed into a streak of crimson light, attacking Ji Jinjin's direction.
The spear is the king of all weapons, and the halberd is the chief of all weapons.
Both are weapons commonly used by generals on the battlefield. The duel between Ji Jinjin and Ye Jing is less a contest of skills between a senior and a junior, and more a battle between two armies, a contest of martial arts between generals!
A streak of crimson light rippled outwards, and Ling Yuanzi, along with several juniors behind him, flew to a cloud not far away to observe the battle unfolding before them.
As soon as Ye Jing's halberd clashed with Ji Jinjin's spear, his expression changed slightly.
Because Ji Jinjin's spear was too heavy—the jet-black spear in her hand was an extremely heavy spear, even for an immortal—the moment they clashed, the old man's hand went slightly numb.
Ye Jing's eyes changed slightly, and the murderous aura on his body rushed towards Ji Jinjin in front of him as if it were a tangible force. The tip of his halberd followed closely behind, breaking through the layers of crackling lightning in front of Ji Jinjin and striking her shoulder directly.
The old man wore a somewhat fanatical smile, and his voice was incredibly unrestrained:
"I've been meaning to say this before; your spear carries the aura of the demon race. It must have been imbued with demonic spirit energy before. I wonder which master did it..."
"It's not that it's your senior sister again, is it?"
Ji Jinjin glanced sideways, watching the red tassel on Ye Jing's halberd brush against her spear shaft, as red as blood.
Behind the bright red tassels was a side blade that gleamed coldly.
The halberd in Ye Jing's hand is not the crescent halberd that can be seen everywhere in the world today, but the divination halberd that every soldier of the Shengyu Army had hundreds of years ago.
The so-called "Bu Zi Ji" (卜字戟) is, as the name suggests, a long halberd shaped like the Chinese character "卜" (bu). It has a simple shape, but it is a real weapon of war.
It can be stabbed; the tip of the halberd is sharp, and it moves as swiftly as a dragon, like a long spear.
It can hook, and with a slight movement of the side blade, it can slit the opponent's throat.
Ji Jinjin now has a halberd tip pointing straight to her right shoulder slightly to the right, and a side blade aimed directly at her throat in front of her.
It seems that retreating is the only option.
But Ji Jinjin never backed down.
No, perhaps Ji Jinjin from Jiyuan Peak of the Xuanhuang Sect will retreat and try to protect herself.
However, General Ji of the Shengyu Army could not.
A cold glint flashed in the woman's eyes. She spun her spear rapidly, wedging it directly at the junction of the halberd tip and the side blade.
A burst of purple lightning rippled outwards from Ji Jinjin, and the incredibly sharp side blade stopped just half an arm's length in front of the woman.
At this distance, the tip of the halberd just touched the soft fabric of the woman's shoulder and sank slightly.
"Insanity!"
Ye Jing looked at Ji Jinjin's violet eyes that flashed with lightning, snorted coldly, and with a slight movement of his hand, changed direction, bringing the side blade down and then back, before suddenly stabbing it towards the back of the woman's left neck.
A scorching aura swept past her ear, and Ji Jinjin snapped back to her senses in an instant. The woman turned her head to the right and then quickly turned around.
"Qiang!"
The shaft of Ji Jinjin's spear clashed with the side blade of the halberd, producing a sharp sound.
Strands of jet-black hair fell in front of Ji Jinjin. They were the strands of hair that had been sliced off by the side blade of the halberd when she turned around.
If she had been just a step slower, she would be beheaded now.
But there are no ifs...
The woman smiled slightly, flipped herself up, stepped on the tip of the halberd, and thrust her spear towards Ye Jing like a dragon offering flowers.
"Senior, it's my turn now!"
"Still early!"
Just as Ji Jinjin's spear tip was about to touch Ye Jing, a dense aura of malevolence suddenly surged from the red-robed old man, like a blood-red mist that swept Ji Jinjin away.
The woman retreated a considerable distance, eventually hovering in mid-air as she looked at the old man.
There was no surprise or fear in her incredibly beautiful eyes, only boundless fighting spirit.
Ye Jing slowly withdrew the halberd from his hand, his voice hoarse as he asked:
Why didn't you retreat just now?
Ji Jinjin smiled: "Senior won't let me retreat!"
Ye Jing laughed heartily: "You little brat, when have I ever stopped you from backing down?"
Ji Jinjin gripped the sharp serrated edge of the Xuan Sha Spear, only then realizing that her palm was already covered in blood.
This feeling made her feel at ease.
The woman's eyes sparkled with life, and her voice was spirited and unrestrained.
"Yes, the senior didn't say!"
"However, during the years I served as the commander of the Shengyu Army, I never resigned!"
Hearing Ji Jinjin's firm and powerful voice, Ye Jing pressed on step by step: "Why don't you retreat?"
"Because we can't refund it!"
She is the commander of the Shengyu Army, a vanguard force against the demon race.
If she retreats, what will happen to the soldiers behind her?
What will happen to the country and its people after the soldiers' deaths?
We must fight to the death!
Ye Jing smiled and said, "Is it really not because of competitiveness, but because of that irrepressible killing intent in your heart?"
Through their exchange, he had realized that the person in front of him was not practicing the techniques of a cultivation sect, but rather actual battlefield spear techniques.
It is the Demon-Slaying Spear Technique that has been passed down for over a thousand years in the Shengyu Army.
The old man slowly looked in the direction of Ling Yuanzi.
Is this person raising a genius disciple just so she can go to the battlefield and kill demons?
After hearing the old man's merciless questioning after his death, Ji Jinjin fell silent, a rare occurrence for her.
"What? Did I guess right?"
Ji Jinjin looked at the spear in her hand and smiled brightly:
"Your insight is truly remarkable!"