Divine Sword Cuts Water

The Divine Sword Cuts Through Water

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The sun was setting, casting a mesmerizing sunset glow on the distant mountains. A profound silence enveloped the world. A group of people,

about a hundred in number, walked across the wilderness. They carried bundles, pushed carts, the old and young supporting each other, women and children helping

each steps were heavy, their faces etched with sorrow. The beautiful sunset could not diminish their grief.

A war had separated them from their families, forcing them to leave their homes. Most of the able-bodied men had been conscripted,

their fates unknown at the front. The remaining majority—the elderly, women, and children—had to flee to distant lands to escape the war. Exhaustion and illness along the way

were unbearable; many elderly had died on the journey. They could only bury their loved ones in the wilderness before

wiping away their tears and continuing their journey.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rose from behind, and whistles grew louder. The refugees immediately tensed, their expressions uneasy

as they turned to look.

In a short while, dozens of horses arrived. The riders, dressed in coarse cloth, had ferocious faces and wielded large knives

and spears , circling around the refugees. The refugees knew that bandits had arrived. They dared not utter a sound, huddled

together, and stared in terror at their surroundings.

"These people have nothing to offer, they just rob women!" shouted a bearded leader. The bandits

dismounted, carrying knives, spears, and ropes, and began binding any young women they saw. Although the refugees were numerous,

most were elderly, weak, women, and children. The few able-bodied men were no match for these vicious bandits and

were overpowered. The bandits seemed unwilling to kill; they only used their fists and feet

to knock down resisting men and the elderly, at most slashing them a couple of times with the back of their knives. The young women, however, were tightly bound with ropes, some

struggling fiercely, and were bound securely by the horses' hooves. A cacophony of cries and curses filled the air.

Within the time it takes to eat a meal, twenty or thirty young women from the refugees had been tied up. The bandits threw

them onto their horses and rode off, leaving the refugees behind in their grief and lamentation.

The horses galloped swiftly, the women on their backs struggling helplessly, the sound of hooves mingling with the bandits' laughter and

the women 's cries echoing across the desert under the setting sun.

"Haha, quite a haul this time!"

"But it's still not enough. We have over fifty brothers, so we'll have to share one, right, brother?"

"Same old rule. The brothers who fancy one and are willing to follow us can be sent to the old village as a wife. Those who aren't, we'll

just have sex with them and then throw them away. Haha, I picked the prettiest one," said the one called "brother."

The leader of the bandits, a burly man with a thick beard and a wide, menacing grin, chuckled. A woman lay bound and gagged on the horse before him , her large hands caressing and kneading her breasts. Her struggles seemed futile in his presence. "But so far, no woman has wanted to be with us,"

one of the bandits said . "That's fine, much more enjoyable. Having a wife is such a hassle," another added . "We can divorce our wives anytime, hahaha..." As the bandits laughed, the bearded man's gaze was drawn to a figure in the distance. "There's someone there," he said . "Let's go see. " A figure dressed in white, carrying a sword, wearing a straw hat and a veil that concealed his face, his black cloak billowing slightly, moved hurriedly, as if in a rush. He quickly approached the bandits' galloping horses. The bandits on horseback circled the man in white, who stood motionless. "Another woman delivered to our door, nice figure," the burly, bearded man said, staring at her chest. "Hey, you there, take off your veil and let me see." The newcomer was a woman; although her clothes weren't particularly tight, the rise and fall of her breasts were still clearly visible. The woman in white snorted, "A bunch of bandits. Come and take it off," her voice sweet and melodious, arousing the burly man's desire. "Alright, I'll take off your veil," the burly man said, tossing the woman on horseback to one of his men, then galloping towards the woman in white. He bent down and grabbed her with ease and agility, clearly showing his skill. The woman in white shifted slightly, her delicate hand reaching out to grab the burly man's wrist. She pulled back her shoulder and cried, " Get down ! " The burly man, caught off guard by the woman's agility, reacted too late and nearly fell off his horse. Only his skill in horsemanship and his robust physique prevented him from falling. The woman in white, however, found the man to be incredibly strong. Instead of pulling him off, she caused him to lurch to the side. She quickly released her grip, her sword flashing as it was drawn. Her melodious voice, like the tinkling of a silver bell, rang out: "Such skill, yet you've become a bandit. What a pity." The bearded man was even more astonished. He had relied on his exceptional martial arts skills to take the woman first, hoping to keep her if she was beautiful . Although bandits were ruthless, they also needed to unite. They had a rule: whoever took a woman got to enjoy her first, and only if they didn't want her could someone else have her. If two or more people captured a woman together, they would discuss how to handle her, perhaps by playing rock-paper-scissors or arm wrestling. The burly, bearded man knew the woman before him was no easy opponent and he couldn't take her down alone. He grabbed the long sword hanging from his horse , gave the bandits a signal, and spurred his horse towards the woman in white, shouting, "Brothers , be careful! Capture her alive! This woman looks good, but she's not easy to deal with!" The bandits swarmed forward, those with women on their horses first placing them on the ground, then binding the four horses upside down before joining the fray . The woman in white wielded a gleaming silver sword, her movements swift and agile, keeping the bandits at bay for a moment. Only the burly, bearded man and another man with a long spear, a slightly sallow complexion, and a scar between his brows, were able to fight her. The woman in white fought with increasing ferocity, suddenly slashing her sword at the leg of the bearded man's horse. The bearded man reined in his horse and parried with his sword bearded man ducked and spurred his horse, narrowly dodging the attack; the sword tip tore through his back. "Brothers, let's get serious!" the bearded man shouted, knowing that if he hesitated any longer, he would only be able to capture the man alive.

Her life was likely in danger.

The bandits scattered, throwing iron pellets, darts, and various other hidden weapons rained down on the

woman sword danced around her, creating a flurry of silver light, the clanging of the weapons filling the air. Some were

deflected, but their force was weakened, unable to harm the bandits. The bandits, on horseback, had the upper hand, and the few weapons they threw

missed only struck the ground.

After a flurry of projectiles, the bearded man and the yellow-faced man mounted their horses, and the woman in white raised her sword to meet them. In the midst of the fierce battle

, a hidden weapon came from behind. The woman in white deflected it with her sword, and the bearded man seized the opportunity to slash down with his blade, while the yellow-faced man

's spear thrust from the side. The woman in white slightly shifted her body, the spear passing in front of her. She reached out and caught

the spear , then used her sword to deflect the bearded man's oncoming blade. The sallow-faced man strained his hands, causing the

spear The woman in white

lost her grip and hastily released it, leaping backward. At the same time, two more hidden weapons flew from behind. Unable to dodge in time, one iron spike struck her shoulder.

"Ah!" the woman cried out in pain, her movements slowing slightly. The sallow-faced man seized the opportunity, sweeping

his spear across her wrist, striking her sword-wielding hand. The sword fell from her grasp to the ground.

The bearded man gave her no chance, spurring his horse forward and delivering a swift blow. The woman in white, unable to retrieve her sword, rolled to the ground.

Just as she rose and regained her footing, a noose flew towards her and ensnared her. She frantically tried to grab

the noose , but before her hands even touched it, the noose tightened, and she was dragged sideways.

A bandit on horseback, holding the other end of a noose, spurred his horse into a galloping circle. The woman in white, unable to

rise in time , was dragged for several dozen feet in circles. Her bamboo hat and veil fell, revealing a head of beautiful black hair.

The bandit holding the noose reined in his horse, and several bandits pounced on her, pinning her down,

binding her hands behind her back, tearing off her cloak, and tightly tying her up with ropes.

The woman in white struggled desperately, but although her martial arts skills far surpassed those of the bandits, her strength was limited, and she was

held down firmly by several men, unable to use her fists or feet. In a short while, her upper body was tightly bound, unable to move,

her hands were tied high behind her back, and her legs were bound together at the knees.

Two bandits lifted her up and stopped her. The burly, bearded man chuckled as he approached. "Hahaha, this little wench is quite

something..." he began, then suddenly stopped, his mouth agape, unable to speak, his eyes

fixed on the white-clad woman's face.

The white-clad woman's hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands of black hair falling in front of her eyes. Her beautiful, clear eyes, black and white,

held a hint of fear and defiance. Her flawless, fair face had a few beads of sweat on her small nose.

Her cherry-like lips were slightly parted as she breathed heavily, her chest heaving. Her hands were bound behind her back, the ropes digging into her clothes, causing her chest to rise and fall slightly

, making her appear even more alluring. The sun had already set, the evening glow on the mountaintops painting the vast plains crimson, and the earth was utterly

still. The sunset glow reddened the girl's fair and beautiful face, making her incredibly charming and alluring. Her delicate body, bound by

ropes appeared even more frail and helpless, evoking pity.

The burly, bearded man stared blankly for a long time, drool almost dripping from his mouth.

"With such skill, why did you two become bandits?" Seeing the burly man

remain enduring the pain in her shoulder, spoke first.

The burly, bearded man, regaining his composure, said smugly, "We were originally vanguards under General Xiao,

but we're tired of fighting. Who wants to serve a dog emperor these days? Heh heh, back in the day, I rampaged through the Western Xia army like a whirlwind,

slaughtering those bird-men until they cried out in terror..."

The burly man, spitting as he boasted to the beautiful girl,

seemed to have forgotten that if it weren't for the help of the others, he would have been sent to meet the King of Hell long ago.

"Oh, no wonder," the woman in white said, "General, you are indeed incredibly powerful. With your skills, you could easily make a living even in this chaotic world.

Why choose such a dangerous profession?" Knowing she was now a prisoner and in a

precarious situation, the woman in white offered a few words of flattery, then explained the dangers, trying to break him down with a psychological maneuver.

The burly, bearded man laughed loudly. Without a word, he walked up to the woman in white and began to fondle her breasts

. The woman, her face flushed with shame and anger, struggled and twisted her body, but was held firmly down, powerless against the large hand

roaming .

"You… robber, bastard…" the woman's angry curses and struggles only further aroused the burly man's nerves. He

went behind the woman, took a hemp rope, and tied it twice around her

breasts making them bulge. The remaining rope was wrapped twice around her waist, tied

tightly at her lower back, and then pulled forcefully between her legs to bind her waist as well. As the burly, bearded man's large hand passed

between , he grabbed her crotch hard. The girl's body convulsed. "Ah... robber...

villain...

" The rope tightened around her private parts, making her face even redder, her beauty enhanced by the sunset. The burly,

bearded man stared lewdly, then reached out and began to fondle the girl's breasts.

"Let go...you...let go," the girl cried out, unable to do anything but shout. The burly, bearded man, still

groping obscenities, "This little wench's breasts are really nice

." The burly, bearded man fondled her for a long time, until the sunset faded and the sky grew dark. The burly, bearded man took

another long rope, tied it to the rope around the girl's waist, and with a single stroke, severed the rope binding her legs. He then

mounted his horse, shouting, "Brothers, let's have some fun tonight! Hahahaha..."

He spurred his horse forward slowly. The others grabbed the women from the ground, mounted their horses, and followed the burly man.

The woman in white was led along like an animal, the rope constantly rubbing against her most intimate

parts, sending waves of itchy pleasure through her. Her expression of shame, humiliation, and unbearable sorrow only made her more alluring.

The moon rose, and the woman in white had been led for over an hour, the rope tormenting her

for just over an hour. Beads of sweat dripped continuously from her beautiful, ashamed face. The burly man with the beard occasionally turned around to look,

his smug expression evident. He couldn't help but hum a little tune: "My sister's breasts are soft and tender, her buttocks are white and round...

" The woman in white felt both ashamed and angry, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

Reaching the edge of a grove of trees, the burly, bearded man finally stopped. "We'll spend the night here!"

The woman in white immediately knelt on the ground, her buttocks touching her heels, her legs tightly clamped together, her breathing rapid,

her lips clenched, trying to suppress the urge in her lower body. The burly man jumped off his horse, laughing loudly, "You were just

a brave and unyielding heroine, and now you're kneeling before me, hahahaha..."

The woman in white didn't look at him, turning her head to the side, tears finally streaming down her face.

The burly man became even more excited, "You little pity, still a virgin, aren't you? I'll treat you well, I

'll make you feel like a god later, hahaha..." With that, he beckoned several men to come and hold down the

woman in white. The burly man took a rope and spread the woman's legs, binding her calves around her thighs

.

The burly, bearded man waved his hand, "Go ahead and have your fun," and then grabbed the white-clad

woman , pulling her up by her breasts. He kneaded her breasts with his large hands, kissed her neck, and then

held her head, gently biting and licking her ear. The woman was aroused, her body burning with desire,

and she was about to lose control.

A campfire was lit, and around it, the women's voices rose and fell; the bandits had already begun their act.

The yellow-faced man approached, "Old Kui, this isn't right. Didn't we agree that whoever captured the woman got to keep her?

This woman was captured by everyone together, why are you getting to taste her first?" The yellow-faced man smiled. Everyone else

called the burly, bearded man "Big Brother," but only the yellow-faced man called him "Old Kui."

The burly, bearded man stopped what he was doing, raised his head, his hand still clutching the girl's full breasts, and said with a stern face

, "What do you suggest?" He still held this yellow-faced man in high regard.

"The usual rules, let's play rock-paper-scissors this time," the yellow-faced man said.

"No, let's have a contest of strength," the burly, bearded man said.

The yellow-faced man shook his head, "That's not fair. Everyone knows you're strong; rock-paper-scissors is more reasonable."

"No, you know I'm stupid; you'll have an advantage playing rock-paper-scissors," the burly, bearded man shook his head again.

The two argued back and forth, unable to reach a conclusion for a long time. The woman in white,

listening intently from within the burly, bearded man's arms, interjected, "Let me choose; that's fair." The two looked at each other for a moment, then

nodded one after the other; they knew they couldn't reach a conclusion through argument.

"Young lady, this is a good idea! I've already touched you; you felt great just now, didn't you? I

'll make you feel even better later," the burly, bearded man chuckled, his hand kneading the girl's breasts again. The sallow-faced

man watched the woman in white silently.

The woman in white looked around; she knew tonight was her fate, and a hint of sadness appeared in her beautiful eyes. She

tried her best caresses. After a while, she gestured to the side with her mouth, "Him."

The burly, bearded man and the sallow-faced man looked in that direction. "Who is it

?" "Over there, the furthest place," the woman in white said.

A young bandit sat in the distance, head bowed, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless loneliness.

Oblivious to the scene of the gang rape beside him, he was engrossed in drawing lines on the ground with a twig. Though disheveled

, his handsome features were undeniable.

"Him? Little girl, you've chosen the wrong person. This kid's a good-for-nothing; he can't satisfy you,"

said the burly, bearded man.

"Yeah, he hasn't touched a woman since he came here. He says he's a castrated man," echoed the sallow-faced man.

"It's him, unless you back out," the woman in white said firmly. She had

noticed the young bandit when she was tied up and standing. At first glance, she sensed he was different from the others—his

face lacked the ruthless arrogance of the others. While the other bandits were busy raping women, this young bandit

sat quietly to the side, making the woman in white feel that he was different from others. She

had an .

The bandits who were nearby and had no women to rape had heard their conversation and turned to watch.

The bearded man and the yellow-faced man stared blankly for a while, then looked at their brothers around them, somewhat resentful. "

Why did you have to compete with me? This time neither of us got to try anything new," the bearded man complained to the yellow-faced man.

Although this bandit was fierce, he also valued loyalty.

"That kid is a eunuch, isn't he? If he can't do it, you can go first," the yellow-faced man knew that arguing might

not benefit either of them, so he did them a favor.

"Han Lei!" the bearded man roared irritably.

The young bandit looked up, quickly stood up, and ran over. "Brother, what's the matter?"

"This woman is for you to do first. If you can't, just say so," the burly, bearded man said, not giving up hope. He still

held the white-clad woman's breast, hoping Han Lei would refuse so he could have his turn.

"I...I can't. I already said that," Han Lei stammered.

Seeing his refusal, the white-clad woman quickly said, "I want you. If you...I'll die."

Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, her fair face slightly flushed in the firelight, whether from shyness,

burning desire, or the reflection of the firelight, it was hard to tell. Han Lei looked at the girl; her beautiful face was as delicate as a flower, and the tears in her eyes glistened

in the firelight . Han Lei was at a loss.

He knew that stealing his older brothers' food might get him

into trouble, but the girl's expectant eyes and her bound body filled him with pity.

Her sweet voice made his heart tremble, and her stunning beauty captivated him.

"She said she'd die if I didn't come. Hey, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda," Han Lei encouraged himself

, finding a good reason.

"Okay... alright," Han Lei said timidly.

The burly man with the beard glared at Han Lei, then squeezed the girl's breasts a few more times before reluctantly removing his hands. "

Here," the burly man said, pushing the woman in white towards Han Lei. Han Lei quickly bent down to support the girl's body.

His hand landed squarely on her breast. Han Lei jerked as if electrocuted, then lifted the woman in white onto her back,

squatting beside her, his arms supporting the back of her head and neck. A delicate fragrance wafted into Han Lei's nostrils, sending another wave of

dizziness and excitement through him. He gazed at the girl's beautiful face, momentarily captivated. The woman in white looked at Han Lei, closed

her eyes, and awaited his violation.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle," the burly, bearded man shouted.

Han Lei shuddered, quickly untying the rope around the girl's waist and removing the shackles that had tormented her for over an hour

. Han Lei's trembling hands slowly loosened the girl's belt; he felt the girl's body trembling slightly in his arms.

"This is too direct. This is probably her first time. I should be gentler," Han Lei thought, bending down

to kiss the girl's lips. One hand caressed her soft, full breasts. He didn't even consider

whether she would bite him. The moment their lips touched, the girl's body trembled, shaking even more violently

.

With Han Lei's kisses and caresses, the woman in white's cheeks gradually flushed, her breathing became rapid, and she unconsciously began to moan

softly . "Mmm...mmm...

" Han Lei pulled down her pants and caressed her private parts with his hand; they were already somewhat wet. Under Han

Lei's teasing, the woman in white became increasingly excited, her body gently twisting, and her juices flowing more and more freely.

Han Lei pulled down his own pants and slowly entered the girl's body...

The woman in white closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Han Lei felt a pang of guilt and comforted her, "Miss, try to think more positively."

The woman in white opened her eyes and looked at Han Lei, saying, "From now on, you are my husband, and you must protect me.

" "I..." Han Lei was speechless. He knew he couldn't protect this girl.

"Kid, looks like you're not a castrated child, you're quite experienced," the burly, bearded man said irritably.

"Alright, enough arguing, this is a waste of time. It's my turn now," he said, shoving Han

Lei aside, pulling down his pants, and forcefully entering her. A series of rough thrusts seemed to vent his pent-up frustration…

The burly man, panting heavily, ripped open the girl's blouse, revealing her full, high breasts.

The snow-white breasts and rosy nipples were breathtakingly beautiful in the firelight; any man

would drool at the sight.

The burly man fondled and kneaded her soft, full breasts. "Little lady's breasts are really nice,"

he said, then kissed, bit, rubbed, and pinched them. The woman in white closed her eyes, overwhelmed with shame and indignation, as if

enduring immense grief.

After a long while, the burly, bearded man stood up, glared at Han Lei, and shouted, "Everyone come on, don't

dawdle ! There are over fifty brothers here!"

The bandits, not expecting to get a turn, pounced like wolves, taking turns ravaging the girl

. Han Lei watched silently, enduring indescribable pain.

It wasn't until the next morning at dawn that all fifty-odd bandits had finished their turn, while the burly, bearded man

slept soundly .

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