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Chapter 234 Song of Broken Formation

A sharp whistle sounded, and it was made by the lead assassin in the formation.

With the sound of the whistle, the assassins who had been standing guard heedlessly instantly became alert. Each of them tightened their hands on their weapons and their murderous intent expanded!

"Looks like the Confucian Sword Immortal has thought of how to break the formation?" the lead assassin of the formation said in a low voice.

Xie Xuan nodded. "Yes."

"Please enlighten me." The lead assassin waved his hand and five small silver axes immediately flew towards Xie Xuan from five different directions.

Yama’s silver axes, evil spirits pave the way!

In the eyes of the lead assassin, once Xie Xuan made the decision to break the formation, then even if he was a martial expert among the five sword immortals, he was already a dead man.

Xie Xuan suddenly yelled loudly, and formed a sword flower with his Book of Knowledge. The five silver axes were ferociously repelled and he shouted, "A song of war in troubled times sung at lonely graves, why fear Heaven and Earth to bury the dead on desolate mountains. Robes stained red by blood whistle like thunder, worthy of a lifetime with the wildness of youth!"

"Enter the formation!"

Xie Xuan slashed his long sword to point into the sky. Throughout his life, he’d always been an elegant Confucian, but suddenly, he became as imposing as thunder!

The twelve assassins moved instantly. Their long blades, sharp swords and silver axes all attacked Xie Xuan at the same time and aimed for his twelve vital points.

Xie Xuan yelled as he waved the sword in his hand. He was one against twelve, but was clearly not in the least bit disadvantaged. He used his long sword to draw a circle around himself. No matter how vicious the twelve assassins’ attacks were, none of them could penetrate this circle. But in the same way, this circle was also his prison. No matter how ultimate Xie Xuan\'s sword power was, he couldn’t open a gap in it.

Every sword and every axe from the twelve assassins looked as if they had gone through over tens of thousands of repetitions in training. They were so orderly that not a drop of water could get through and were completely impeccable!

Fei Xuan glanced at Li Fansong, and Li Fansong also looked at Fei Xuan. After a long time, Li Fansong asked, "Are we being ignored by everyone?"

Fei Xuan nodded awkwardly. "It seems… so. I don\'t think anyone cares even if we leave now."

"Damn it. They’re just looking down on us." Li Fansong didn’t say another word and he rushed forward with his Azure Empyrean sword and Drunken Song sword.

However, a small silver axe suddenly burst out of the formation and flew straight at him. If Li Fansong had left on his own, naturally nobody would care about him, but he was actually trying to break the formation. Then, within the Earthly Branches and Twelve Hours, someone was naturally there to prevent others from breaking into the formation from outside!

"I\'m Li Fansong, the only disciple of the distinguished Daoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen! Just watch me!" Li Fansong shouted angrily, and he slashed his two swords at the silver axe.

However, the offensive power of that silver axe was several times higher than he’d imagined. He saw Xie Xuan repel five of them easily with one sword and thought that Yama’s silver axes were something rather trivial. He retreated slightly, and raised his Boundless Swordplay again, managing to cut the silver axe in half. He leaped forward and thrusted his swords again.

But this time, there were twelve weapons greeting him. Swords, sabres, axes, halberds, all attacked him at the same time. He was badly alarmed, but someone grabbed his sleeve to stop him and pulled him forward roughly. Of course, it was the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan. He tipped his toes, held Li Fansong in his left hand and a sword in his right, and once again forced the twelve assassins to retreat.

"You shouldn\'t have come in." Xie Xuan sighed.

Li Fansong said solemnly, "Senior, although my swordsmanship may not be considered good, I will never be a coward who runs away!"

"You two could have left me behind and gone after Li Hanyi. They need your help there even more," Xie Xuan said.

Li Fansong smiled and said, "Senior. Leave me behind and you two go first. I will be fine. In the novels, all the heroes who said this line end up dead. You can’t use this line to deceive us young people."

Xie Xuan shook his head and didn’t bother to explain further. He was the Confucian Sword Immortal. If he said he’d be fine, then naturally, he would be fine. He couldn’t be bothered arguing with these juniors.

He released Li Fansong, stood in place and used his sword to make a circle. Suddenly, he yelled out loud again!

"The drumbeats sounded like thunder in the sky, eight thousand lonely souls have come on stage!" Xie Xuan leaped up, and he was still one man with one sword, but behind him, there seemed to be an army of a thousand men and ten thousand horses galloping forth in a wild clamor! He held his sword in midair and closed his eyes. His white robes billowed in the night wind, giving off an indescribable style. Then, while he didn’t stop his loud singing, he paused for a moment before coming back with a domineering aura, "Who ever thought of meeting others in this life, I will charge in on my own! And I will not let down my lord!"

"Break formation!"

Xie Xuan swung a sword.

He landed.

He withdrew his sword.

Right after that came the sound of weapons breaking and falling onto the ground. The weapons in the hands of the twelve assassins were instantly destroyed.

The lead assassin’s wound on his chest reopened and his blood began to spread again. He looked down at his own chest in disbelief, and slowly asked, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Three hundred years ago, the Yue Kingdom in the west was destroyed. The last three thousand armored warriors were besieged by an army twenty thousand strong. The last three thousand light cavalry fought to their deaths, but one person rescued the five-year-old crown prince and carried him as he broke through the army." Xie Xuan walked slowly to Fei Xuan\'s side, and lifted the bookcase next to Fei Xuan onto his back. "What I just used was not swordsmanship. It was a spear technique."

"Break Formation Spear. The spear is considered the king of soldiers. Your formation could absolutely cut off all opportunities but the spear is the best weapon at seeking life from death." Xie Xuan ignored them and walked forward on his own.

The lead assassin of the formation finally collapsed onto the ground without a sound. The other eleven assassins slowly retreated and disappeared into the darkness. Li Fansong and Fei Xuan were stunned for a while, then immediately followed.

"Mister, the two poems you chanted earlier were so heroic. Did Senior write them?" Li Fansong followed behind Xie Xuan with his own bookcase on his back. From a distance, the two of them were indeed somewhat alike.

"That\'s the war song of the western Yue Kingdom. The first half is called the song to enter formation, which talks about the soldiers who would not hesitate to go to battle for their master. The second half is called the song of broken formation. It calls for the entire army who died in battle so that one man and eight thousand souls could charge into the final battle together," Xie Xuan replied slowly.

"It\'s really eye-opening, but why does Mister feel so indifferent?" Fei Xuan asked in confusion.

Xie Xuan smiled. "I’m different from other people. If I draw my sword to fight, I must be prepared. So, at the moment when I picked up my sword and prepared to break their formation, I knew that I would win. So little Li-xiong, I didn\'t lie to you earlier."

Li Fansong, who saw Xie Xuan\'s ultimate sword, scratched his head with embarrassment. He quickly changed the subject. "Where did those assassins go?"

"I have broken the Earthly Branches and Twelve Hours. The remaining eleven people knew they couldn\'t stop me, and if they stayed, they would definitely die. So, they should be like us, heading over to join the rest of their comrades," Xie Xuan replied.

Li Fansong curled his lips. "What a bunch of troublesome fellows. So, when we meet shiniang later, we’ll have to fight with this bunch again?"

"It’s been hundreds of years. Even the country has been destroyed several times, yet the Hidden River has persisted," Xie Xuan said worriedly. "They are not opponents that can be easily resolved."

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