The Legend Of Fuyao Book 1

Three People Battle in the Night

What a powerful domineering attitude. Meng Fuyao whispered, Of course you are Zhan Bei Ye wait, who is Zhan Bei Ye again?

Yao Xun had already long lost his previous composure, his lips trembling as he shrunk behind a tree. That fiend has found me

Yuan Zhaoxus eyes flashed, and suddenly from his robes he pulled out two skin masks, sticking one on Fuyaos face and one for his own face.

Towards Meng Fuyaos questioning gaze, Yuan Zhaoxu lifted his eyebrows, I trust you wouldnt want to be targeted by this hard-to-deal-with fellow?

Fuyao hurriedly went to adjust her mask, but the moment she lifted her hand, she felt a gaze shoot over like a sharp sword, shockingly piercing like a needle. At the same time, a low cry exploded out like a lightning bolt – before the sound fell, a gray light shone in the darkness, and a blast of air broke the stillness of the night and sprinted towards the three like thunder.

Meng Fuyao pushed down Yao Xun with a slap.

When Yao Xun fell to the ground, that gray glow had already arrived in front. Within the ephemeral lights could be vaguely discerned a steel black spear with its tip removed. On the spear profused vigorous and abundant true qi, stirring up blasts of gales from far away that didnt actually shoot in a straight line, but instead came in a covering shock wave, horizontally sweeping past the three people.

What an arrogant attack!

Meng Fuyao lunged forward and drew her sword in a horizontal slap, wanting to use calculated, precise blows to nudge the long spear off-course. Before she had reached it, the gusts from the long spear had already blown her hair loose, fluttering in the air like a flag. Even her eyes could barely open. Fuyao immediately closed her eyes, still stubbornly persisting, her sword ferociously sweeping out.

The clashing of metal rang out, and in the darkness bursts of sparks shot out in four directions. Amidst the fiery blooms a person laughed, cold and fierce. Who dares to imitate me? With the sound came the person, his black clothes coiling like dragons, surging forward like an arrow.

Meng Fuyao and the long spear collided, and the roiling essence on the spear immediately rushed towards her chest like enormous tidal waves. Her heart tightened and she staggered back several steps, fighting to breath while her hands and feet numbed, losing the strength to lift her sword again. With the opponent charging forward menacingly, she was scared for a moment. However, she then heard a faint chuckle, and with a flash of light purple robes, Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly soared out.

And it was true soaring – Meng Fuyao had never seen this type of brilliantly fresh and refined body technique. It was just like the mid-air dancing of Ninth Heaven immortals, so graceful and stylish that it was hard to describe in words, yet unlike most other flashy flying arts that couldnt maintain their speed. He swiftly flew chasing light and shocking lightning, like brightness of stars thousands of light years away arriving at ones eyes in a flash. When before he was many zhang away, after his figure blurred, he had already reached Zhan Bei Yes side.

With a twist of one hand at a fluid angle, silver light immediately shone out in mid-air. Specks of white light, as if a blizzard had just gone past, engulfed Zhan Bei Ye who was flying towards him like a black tornado. Zhan Bei Ye quickly raised his head. In that expanse of incandescent sword light, the glow in his pupils was still bright enough to bring fear. It was like the first rising star at the extreme edges of the western horizon, burning with fire.

Good!

Zhan Bei Yes voice had the exhilaration that came with meeting a worthy opponent. Horizontally gesturing with his arm, the long spear flew back into his palm, and with another shake the pure white spear tip was already reattached. He shook his arm in a sweep, causing the spears glow to explode out two zhang. The attack was sent out late but arrived first, colliding with those thousands of specks of snow.