【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】65

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Author: firstwarrior 　　Published:
2016/8/02 　　Chapter 65: Bloody Battle and Shared Destiny (Final Chapter) 　　Upon hearing that Miyamoto Ying had voluntarily abandoned her martial arts, Yan Feiyun immediately became anxious, "Sister Ying, this is absolutely unacceptable!" 　　Miyamoto Ying turned to look at him, "Brother Feiyun, as the saying goes, 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.' My martial arts and my 　　swordsmanship are my crime." 　　She reached out and grasped Yan Feiyun's large hands, "Our martial arts are the biggest obstacle to our desire to leave the martial world 　　. Besides, since we are going to retire, we will no longer need to use martial arts. What's the use of keeping them?" 　　Although Yan Feiyun couldn't refute her, he still felt uneasy, so he just shook his head repeatedly. 　　"Let's fight him!" 　　Miyamoto Ying shook her head. "Even if we win today, the Emperor will still send experts to hunt us down. 　　It'll never end... It's better to use this method to completely withdraw from the martial world and live a peaceful 　　life from now on." 　　She turned and walked towards Jin Balong. "I'll cripple these hands; I'll never be able to hold a knife again. Are you 　　relieved now?" 　　Jin Balong's lips curled slightly. "Alright!" 　　Miyamoto Ying raised her hands, preparing to use her internal energy to break her finger bones. Jin Balong stared coldly at Miyamoto 　　Ying, his gaze no different from that of a vulture watching its prey struggle for its life. 　　Just as Miyamoto Ying slowly closed her eyes, about to channel her inner energy, Yan Feiyun suddenly shouted, "Let's 　　fight our way out together!" Before he finished speaking, the Qinggang Sword had already struck, a lightning-fast thrust towards Jin Balong. 　　Besides him shouting, Shui Youlan, who had been coldly observing, also yelled at Miyamoto Ying, 　　"Don't be stupid! Even if you cripple your martial arts, Boss Jin won't leave you alive!" 　　Upon hearing this, Jin Balong's aged eyes flashed with a chilling light. He swung his left hand, 　　and a gust of wind struck Shui Youlan's chest. The water magician had no time to dodge, and a mouthful of blood immediately 　　spurted from her mouth. 　　At this moment, Yan Feiyun's Qinggang sword was already in front of Jin Balong, but he ignored it, simply reaching out and 　　grabbing the blade. Then, with a casual twist, he broke the fine steel sword in two. 　　Jin Balong swung his right hand, and Yan Feiyun felt a palm wind rush towards him, almost suffocating him 　　. He had no choice but to use all his strength to resist the attack. He felt an indescribable pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Seeing her lover injured, Miyamoto Ying had no choice but to abandon her self-harm. She picked up 　　a katana 　　left behind by one of Tiger Earth's subordinates and silently brought it down on Jin Balong's head. Seeing the ferocity of her attack, Jin Balong dared not be careless 　　. He clasped his large, golden hands together, managing to catch the katana at the last second. 　　Although the katana was caught, Miyamoto Ying's momentum didn't stop; she continued to strike. At that moment, Jin Balong 　　's true power was revealed. The katana rapidly melted in his hands, transforming from a piece of refined steel 　　into a molten substance, dripping from his palms onto the ground. 　　Miyamoto Ying hadn't expected Jin Balong's internal energy to be so overwhelming. Watching the katana gradually disappear from her hand, she had no choice but 　　to abandon the weapon and retreat. 　　Although Yan Feiyun was further injured, he knew the situation was critical. Enduring the pain in his chest, he picked up 　　another katana from the ground and threw it to Miyamoto Ying. "Ying-mei, catch!" 　　Miyamoto Ying stretched out her right hand, caught the sword, and with a delicate cry, slashed at Jin Balong's waist with the katana. Jin Balong 　　calmly swung his hands to his waist, and the katana was once again melted by his supreme internal force. Miyamoto Ying threw away the hilt 　　and caught the sword thrown by Yan Feiyun again, but the attack was immediately countered by Jin Balong's same trick, and in the blink of an 　　eye, the katana melted again. 　　With her sword repeatedly melted by Jin Balong, Miyamoto Ying had no choice but to retreat. But as she retreated, the enemy advanced; as she 　　retreated, Jin Balong's palm strikes came at her. In an instant, the sky was filled with Jin Balong's golden palm shadows, and 　　Miyamoto Ying was enveloped by his palm attacks. 　　Seeing the situation was dire, Yan Feiyun quickly swung the katana he had originally intended to throw to Miyamoto Ying, 　　slashing at Jin Balong's lower back from behind. Jin Balong coldly snorted, catching Yan Feiyun's katana with a backhand palm strike, while Miyamoto Ying seized the opportunity 　　to escape from his palm's shadow. Although she wasn't hit, her robe had been torn open by Jin Balong's palm wind, 　　revealing several holes and her flawless, snow-white skin. 　　Yan Feiyun and Miyamoto Ying exchanged a glance, both secretly alarmed, realizing that Jin Balong was indeed 　　the strongest enemy they had encountered since their debut. They were completely at a loss against him, and after several exchanges, they were only able to 　　defend themselves. Continuing the fight would be difficult unless they changed their tactics; otherwise, victory seemed unlikely. 　　Jin Balong didn't pursue, but instead squinted at Miyamoto Ying and said, "Now you should understand 　　why I've been watching your battle with Hu Tu Nitian from the sidelines, right?" 　　Miyamoto Ying nodded. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. To put it bluntly, you wanted to figure out my swordsmanship." 　　Jin Balong chuckled. "You're truly a clever samurai. It's a pity..." He shook his head repeatedly, "It's a pity 　　you refuse to pledge allegiance to the Emperor. I had no choice but to send you on your way!" 　　Miyamoto Ying thought to herself, "It seems that no matter which method I use..." Metal weapons are futile against this man. 　　So how should we deal with him? 　　Yan Feiyun shared the same thought as her, "Unless we lure him into the water? Unfortunately, this area is all forest, 　　there isn't even a river, and the torrential rain has stopped..." 　　Jin Balong continued, "The Emperor hates those who refuse to listen to reason. Miyamoto Ying, you have repeatedly 　　violated his taboos. He gave you opportunities, but you didn't cherish them. What can we do?" 　　Yan Feiyun couldn't think of a solution for a moment, wondering if he should just sit and wait to die. Just then, he inadvertently 　　noticed the two ribbons left behind by Murong Meier after she was injured and fled. A thought struck him, "Jin Balong 　　's golden palm is truly the hardest of hard; we must use softness to overcome hardness!" 　　With this thought, he leaped up and picked up the ribbons. He swung his left hand, sending one ribbon flying with a powerful gust 　　of wind to attack Jin Balong's lower body, while simultaneously swung his right hand, throwing the other ribbon at Miyamoto Ying. Miyamoto Eiichi

Seeing Yan Feiyun pick up the ribbon, she immediately understood. With a swift movement, she grabbed the ribbon, and together with Yan Feiyun, they each held one
end.
Jin Balong hadn't expected the attack to come from such a soft ribbon, but being a peerless master, he reacted with
lightning speed. He immediately swung both hands downwards, intending to destroy the ribbon with his superior internal energy. Yan Feiyun, quick-witted and agile,
saw Jin Balong raise his hands and immediately swung her left arm, changing the ribbon's direction. Jin Balong's palms struck ineffectively,
only scattering sand and gravel on the ground.
Taking advantage of Jin Balong's downward-facing hands, Yan Feiyun, along with Miyamoto Ying,
charged towards the leader of the five martial arts masters from the left and right. Before Jin Balong could react, the ribbon was already wrapped around his neck. He felt a sudden tightening around his neck
; if not for his profound internal energy, he would likely have suffocated.
Yan Feiyun and Gong Benying circled Jin Balong relentlessly, wrapping ribbons around his neck layer upon layer
. Suddenly, they both dashed in opposite directions, tightening the constriction around Jin Balong's neck.
Even a master like him could only react instinctively, grabbing the ribbons and desperately trying to tear them away.
Gong Benying seized the opportunity, picking up a katana from the ground as Jin Balong struggled to free himself .
She raised it high above her head and slashed down at Jin Balong's head. She knew this was her only
chance to kill him, and she couldn't afford to miss it; this strike truly incorporated the essence of her years of swordsmanship.
Jin Balong, realizing the blade was coming at him, could only dodge to the left. "Ah…!" With a scream
, Jin Balong's right arm was severed at the shoulder, blood gushing from his broken arm like a fountain. But even a centipede
doesn't die easily; although Jin Balong lost his right hand, he still had his left.
Jin Balong struck with all his might with his left hand, hitting Miyamoto Ying squarely in the chest, sending her flying
. Her katana fell from her hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth like an arrow.
Miyamoto Ying was sent flying several meters before her back slammed into a tree. Jin Balong had truly used
all his strength in that palm strike; she had even broken the tree, and after spitting out another mouthful of blood, she collapsed to the ground, her face deathly pale
.
Although Yan Feiyun saw Miyamoto Ying being struck, with a formidable enemy at hand, he couldn't afford to be distracted. As soon as Miyamoto Ying was knocked away,
Yan Feiyun released the ribbon, rolled behind Jin Balong, picked up Miyamoto Ying's katana from the ground, and
thrust it upwards, the katana immediately piercing Jin Balong's abdomen.
Jin Balong stared in disbelief at his severed arm and the blood streaming down his abdomen. He slowly
raised his left hand, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Yan Feiyun, but his strength gave out halfway up, and his whole body went limp. This unparalleled
hero finally collapsed.
"The two of you combined are no match for my martial arts... How could this be...?" These were Jin
Balong's last two words before he died. Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, clearly filled with resentment, feeling that he
shouldn't have died at the hands of two people whose martial arts were inferior to his own. With
the formidable enemy gone, Yan Feiyun rushed anxiously to Miyamoto Ying's side, only to find her eyes closed, her face ashen
, unconscious.
"Sister Ying..." Yan Feiyun managed to utter two words when a sudden pain shot through his back. He had been ambushed from behind with a knife
. Fortunately, his martial arts skills were exceptional, and he managed to lunge forward in time, preventing his immediate demise. Even so, he now
had a knife wound on his back, the blood on his body mixed with that of Miyamoto Ying, making it impossible to distinguish whose
blood it was.
He turned around and saw that the person behind him, though still smeared with blood at the corner of her mouth, was still smiling sweetly. It
was none other than Murong Meier, who had been injured and disappeared earlier. He struggled to fight Murong Meier, but his injuries were compounded
, and he was almost covered in blood. He collapsed after taking only one step.
Murong Meier chuckled, her allure enhanced by the blood, "Feiyun, Feiyun, the world
is truly wondrous! I never expected you to defeat Jin Balong with Meier's unique weapon! You should really
thank Meier!"
Yan Feiyun was powerless to resist. He sighed inwardly. He had overcome
countless difficulties, even eliminating the leader of the Five Arts Masters, only to find that they couldn't escape their fate and the clutches of this female demon.
Murong Meier raised her sharp knife. "Feiyun, your martial arts are so high, Meier has no choice but to dismember both your arms before I
feel a little more at ease..."
Yan Feiyun ignored her, focusing his gaze on Miyamoto Ying. "Ying-mei, it seems the three of us will only
be reunited on the road to the Yellow Springs..."
Murong Meier giggled. "Feiyun, don't worry! Meier won't let you die together! You will
have to watch these two women suffer to death after losing your arms..."
Yan Feiyun was furious. "Murong Meier, you're so vicious!"
Murong Meier's smile became even more charming. "Feiyun, you people are all cunning. Meier won't waste any
more words. I'll just cut off your arms now! You'd better bear the pain!"
Murong Meier raised her knife high, her smile radiant. She was indeed a peerless beauty. Just as she was about to bring down the knife,
her smile suddenly froze, and her eyes revealed a look of utter terror. Yan Feiyun also noticed at this moment
that two bloody blades were protruding from Murong Meier's heart and lower abdomen. It seemed
the saying "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" was truly true; Murong Meier had ambushed Yan Feiyun from behind, and she herself had been attacked from behind as well
.
Murong Meier maintained that stiff smile until her last breath. The two stabs were precise; she
died almost instantly, without ever knowing who had done it—a true pity.
As Murong Meier fell, Yan Feiyun finally saw that the person who had saved his life was Shui Youlan. Shui
Youlan said calmly, "I've disliked this woman for a long time."
From Shui Youlan's eyes, Yan Feiyun knew she meant him no harm. He breathed a sigh of relief, then everything went black,
and he fainted.
Three months later, in a quiet valley, a man was fishing by a stream. He saw the fishing line moving
and thought a fish had taken the bait, so he immediately raised his fishing rod. But instead of a fish leaping from the water
, the fishing line brought forth a naked, bronze-skinned girl.
The girl somersaulted in mid-air before landing in front of the man, displaying her...
A flawless, delicate body.
The man sighed, "Hongmei, with you causing such a commotion, we probably won't have any fish to eat tonight!"
"Who said that?" Another naked girl jumped out of the stream, clutching two
large, live fish, which she deliberately brandished in front of the man.
The man sighed again, "Lanmei, don't let Hongmei corrupt you and make you as mischievous as her." The
two girls said in unison, "We're going to be mischievous, what can you do about it?" They
weren't just talking; they physically pushed the man to the ground and stripped him naked.
These three were naturally Yan Feiyun and Sakuragi Hongshui Youlan, the survivors of the ordeal.
The two Japanese women split up; Sakuragi Hongshui and Yan Feiyun kissed, while Youlan went straight for Yan Feiyun's
penis, taking it into her mouth and cherishing it. Yan Feiyun, naturally, wouldn't let the two of them manipulate him, and he too stretched
out his large hands to roam over Yingmu Hong's delicate body.
The three of them were busy caressing each other, and the fish that Shui Youlan had caught earlier hadn't even been put into the fish basket yet
. The two fish were still throbbing on the ground, and Yingmu Hong was no different,
writhing her body under Yan Feiyun's caresses.
Yan Feiyun's penis, carefully sucked by Shui Youlan, was already erect. Seeing that the time was ripe, Shui Youlan
climbed onto Yan Feiyun and slowly placed her body on his head.
"Ah..." The three of them groaned simultaneously. Yan Feiyun and Shui Youlan groaned because they had intercourse,
while Yingmu Hong groaned because Yan Feiyun had pinched her breasts hard with both hands.
In the heat of their passion, the three of them made love openly by the stream, under the open sky. Shui Youlan adopted a woman-
on-top position, relentlessly thrusting against Yan Feiyun, while Yingmu Hong offered her breasts to him, allowing
him to pluck her nipples. Simultaneously, she kissed both Yan Feiyun and Shui Youlan.
Once aroused, Yan Feiyun's member was like a tiger, relentlessly matching Shui Youlan's movements,
using his waist strength to deliver powerful thrusts, making the female warrior tremble all over, completely devoid of
the bearing of a top-tier Japanese female warrior.
Unwilling to be merely pleasured from the waist up, Yingmu Hong resolutely lay on Yan Feiyun's chest, her buttocks
raised high towards Shui Youlan. Shui Youlan, experienced in many battles, understood Yingmu Hong's intentions and immediately buried her face in her
buttocks, licking them with her tongue.
As Sakuragi Niji changed positions, the three formed a chain, each striving to
bring pleasure to the other. A chorus of ecstatic moans rose and fell, making even the flowers by the stream blush.
Finally, with a long, soft cry, Mizuyuran lay on Sakuragi Niji's back. Her face was flushed,
her eyes brimming with desire; she had clearly reached her climax and achieved supreme satisfaction.
Seeing that Mizuyuran was satisfied, Sakuragi Niji moved her away. After Mizuyuran and Yan Feiyun separated, Sakuragi Niji
discovered that his penis was still erect, and he couldn't help but smile with delight. Sakuragi Niji originally wanted to adopt the same
position as Mizuyuran, but Yan Feiyun had other ideas. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Sakuragi Niji, turned her around,
and began thrusting into her from behind. Sakuragi Niji, caught off guard by his sudden thrust, lost her balance and fell to the ground. Yan Feiyun
naturally followed suit, falling down with her and pressing his full weight against her back, thrusting into her forcefully.
The two of them entwined passionately for a while before finally releasing their pent-up emotions. The three of them embraced each other,
lying together under the azure sky.
After the passion subsided, Yan Feiyun regained his composure, a hint of melancholy creeping onto his face.
Sakuragi Niji, having known him for a long time, naturally understood his thoughts. "Brother Feiyun, don't worry, Yingyi
will definitely wake up."
Yan Feiyun sighed, "It's been three months, and Yingyi is still unconscious. If it weren't for us channeling
our inner energy into her every day, she probably wouldn't have survived..."
Shui Youlan interjected, "Boss Jin's inner energy is arguably one of the best in Japan! It
's a miracle Yingyi didn't die on the spot."
Yan Feiyun said, "For now, we have no choice but to retreat here and wait for Yingyi to recover. No matter how long it takes, we
will persevere to the end."
Shui Youlan Smiling, he said, "Luckily, Sister Hong is resourceful. She put our clothes on some corpses,
creating the illusion that we all perished with Boss Jin. The Emperor thinks we're all dead. As long as we don't show ourselves,
no one should come looking for us."
Yan Feiyun nodded, "I hope so..." He got up from the ground and put the two
fish that were still rolling on the ground into the fish basket. "I'll go back and cook some fish soup for Ying-mei first."
Sakuragi Hong and Shui Youlan replied together, "Let's bask in the sun for a while longer before going back!"
So Yan Feiyun walked slowly back alone to the thatched hut where the four of them lived. Unbeknownst to them, the four of them
had been living in seclusion here for three months and were very familiar with every plant and tree in the area. For them, who had experienced the dangers of the martial world
, this was undoubtedly a dream retreat. The only regret was that Miyamoto Ying
had not yet regained her senses.
"Ying-mei, we will always protect you," Yan Feiyun vowed to himself.
Yan Feiyun pushed open the door of the thatched hut, placed the fish basket in the kitchen, and then went to the room where Miyamoto Ying lived.
He was worried about Miyamoto Ying and wanted to see her before cooking the fish soup. However, when he entered the room,
he found it empty; the unconscious Miyamoto Ying was not in bed.
Yan Feiyun was stunned, wondering where Miyamoto Ying had gone.
He quickly turned around and saw a girl in a white robe leaning against the door. Her pale face
couldn't hide her beauty—it was Miyamoto Ying.
Miyamoto Ying gazed at Yan Feiyun, and her cherry lips uttered four words, "Brother Feiyun…"
For a moment, Yan Feiyun didn't know if he was dreaming; he was completely stunned and could only murmur
in response, "Sister Ying…"
In that instant, time seemed to stand still for them; their lives were complete.

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