Ink Blade Chapter 20 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Proofed by kleio
Entering the City (part 2)
For the next short period of time, the two of them were thinking about their own concerns in their hearts, and remained silent. It wasn't until they reached the gate of Changqing City that they unanimously slowed down and stopped their horses.
Looking around, the faces of both the master and servant turned ugly.
At the city gate, there were no two shadow guardians Feng and Yu. (TL: Ying in Ying Feng and Ying Yu meant “shadow”, so Shadow Feng and Shadow Yu. I just used the pinyin and not the translation)
Chu Yan's fingers in his cuffs were already clenched, then he said coldly, "The black eagle has already left. Unless something big happened, it would be impossible for the guardians not to be here. Ah Ren, enter the city, and find someone in the Shuijing Tower!"
Mo Ren understood it thoroughly. Before the words of the palace master had completely fallen, the two of them clamped the horse's belly at the same time, and the two horses neighed and raised their hooves, rushing into the city gate like a gust of wind.
As Chu Yan said, Changqing was a small city in turmoil that didn't match its pretty name. The people who dare to live here were all used to the days when people in the Jianghu were beaten and killed from time to time, and even the roads in the city were built more flat and spacious than usual.
The two galloped all the way without encountering any obstacles, and rushed towards the tall glazed tile building that appeared in sight as soon as they entered the city gate.
Before they could arrive, they heard a sound first. The two turned a corner, and heard a wave of shouts.
There were crowds of people ahead, surrounding a high platform. Several figures on the high platform flipped and moved up and down, with the cold light of their weapons flashing between them, as if they were competing in martial arts or closing in on someone.
Chu Yan and Mo Ren quickly got off their horses and stepped forward. Both became startled.
A white-robed young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old being besieged by four other people could be seen. It was unknown how long the battle had been going on here, but the young man’s white robes were already wet with sweat, and he was gasping for breath unsteadily. He was obviously exhausted, at this moment he was already struggling on both sides, surrounded by danger.
Chu Yan frowned suddenly, and muttered to himself, "Ying Yu? How did he get into a fight with someone? What about Ying Feng? Those four people seem to be from the Xuyang Sword Sect based on their sword moves.......... not good!"
At this moment, Ying Yu on the field seemed to finally be unable to hold on, and suddenly staggered under his feet.
The four of them showed no mercy when they saw this flaw and four long swords cut ruthlessly at the exhausted young man from four different angles!
Ying Yu had been fighting here for about half an hour, and already couldn’t hold on anymore. The young man raised his sweaty face in despair, his right hand was shaking with pain and soreness, and the sword almost fell out of his hand.
He can't die here, Brother Feng is still trapped in the Shuijing Tower, the Palace Master and his elder brother Mo Ren are about to arrive soon–
In the face of imminent death, the youngest guardian of the Jiuzhong Palace had never hated his own powerlessness so much.
In the field of vision that was gradually swaying due to collapse, an indifferent and upright black figure emerged. The person’s eyes seemed to be examining his own embarrassment, and the lips that were always slightly pursed seemed to be ready to speak reprimands at any moment.
….Elder brother taught, that even in the last moment, to not close the eyes, and to never let go of the sword in the hand.
Gritting his teeth tightly, the young man's eyes suddenly burst into an unwilling light, and directly looked at the cold sword light without avoiding it.
He, Ying Yu, is a guardian of the Jiuzhong Palace, even if he dies, he can't embarrass the Palace Master and break the Jiuzhong Palace’s pride!
In a blink of an eye, between a single thought….
A slender sword that was as pitch black as the night, like a ray of dark light, flashed silently but extremely quickly before Ying Yu's eyes.
The pitch-black sword was inserted into this battle circle at an extremely tricky angle that could not have been penetrated by any outsiders, and collided with the sword that was coming straight towards Ying Yu's chest!
Then using a sticky trick, he surprisingly turned the opponent's sword in a different direction and collided fiercely with the sword in the other person's hand.
Clang!
The two swords made a crisp clashing sound, and both were shot into mid air, shining silver light under the sun!
At this time, the people around them were startled by the presence of a young man in black on the field at some point. Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation, partly because of this person's exquisite body and sword skills, and partly because of out of regret.
There were four disciples of Xuyang besieging Ying Yu on the field, even if they counterattacked, they still couldn't stop the two swords coming from behind Ying Yu!
Mo Ren was not in a hurry.
He simply raised his hand calmly, took Ying Yu's right hand, and made a backhanded move behind the little guardian.
Only two sounds of "ding ding" were heard, the two swords only stabbed the sword behind Ying Yu's back. With such force, Ying Yu was tilted forward, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Ren happened to slap Ying Yu's shoulder lightly along with that force, and sent him off the high platform amidst another round of exclamations and applause.
But he turned around and shook his wrist, the long sword in his hand buzzed, and the fighting spirit in his sharp eyes suddenly rose.
