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EPISODE 117 DEFIES THE DESTINY OF THE HEAVENS

The sword in Jiu Fei's hand flashed, attacking without waiting. The leader of the archers, greeted him with a sharp sword drawn in his hand.

Jiu Fei held each swing directed at him nimbly, the other two masked men pulled the sword from its sheath, attacking simultaneously from the right left side of Jiu Fei.

This girl was not an arbitrary person, although being attacked from three directions, did not necessarily make her overwhelmed.

The sound of the clanking of weapons clashed, breaking the silence of the night. A black veiled girl moved nimbly welcoming each attack.

The leader of the wooden masked assailant retreated a few steps giving space for his other two friends to advance.

Jiu Fei did not let down the resistance even though he was urged by four attackers who also mastered swordsmanship with abilities that were also not just a figment, he was able to keep moving offsetting even attacking and fending off with his sword. It was strange, how lightly he swung the weapon without a burden, behind the veil, there was no implied a girl who had fear anymore.

His heart was so cold, as cold as the night that it was getting through half its journey.

The moon above hides half of its body behind a gray cloud.

Within a drink of tea, the fight began to slow down, not because Jiu Fei was about to lose but his four attackers had already started to lose steam. Even two of the masked assailants had already been injured by Jiu Fei's sword slash, one of them nearly dying of losing a lot of blood.

Their leader let out a small beacon. Pull the cover, and something glowing like fire shot into the air. It was a secret call sign.

In just a few minutes, dozens of people came jumping up and down to lock Jiu Fei up, some wielding swords and machetes, and other hordes with bows ready to release their cubs.

Jiu Fei chuckled, as if he was meeting with an old joke.

"Bas a coward!" To him, watching his surroundings.

"Take off your veil, female intruder! So that when we chop up your body, your spirit won't be curious." The leader of the assault force rebuked him.

Jiu Fei laughed even harder.

"I don't have to show my face, if I'm only facing masked cowards like you." Jiu Fei pushed her feet, hovering above the head of the attacker closest to her, her hands stretched out like flying her movements lightly like doing a dance.

Without even a chance to blink, his sword had grabbed his opponent's face, making the mask on the assailant's face split in half, Jiu Fei's sword tip hurt until his cheek made a long scratch to the chin.

A black lotus flower engraved tattoo on his temple, making Jiu Fei pull the corner of his lips.

"Black lotus squad..." Jiu Fei hissed, he knew, this was a group of secret troops that the queen mother had secretly formed all this time, to match the elite army of the king's personal guards.

Jiu Fei was a little off guard, while observing the painting, until he realized the group of archers released arrows at him, without a sound of cueing. Jiu Fei twisted his body, sword-wielding, but the blasting of the sword from his left side made him unable to twitch.

This woman did not give up, but she knew it was impossible to survive the dozen arrowheads that were pointing at her body, while she held back the sword of her nearest attacker.

Jiu Fei's eyes were closed, how death was already too close, wouldn't it be honorable if he accepted it without looking.

Its smooth skin brushed, becoming ice-cold in a split second, waiting for how many arrows would pierce through it.

I will stand on the land of Yanzhi, though perish as an enemy as well as a comrade to the country where I pursue and pay off my love destiny.

I, no longer in debt, am deserving of my blood between his lands. If I die, no one waits and no one cries. Then what do I regret?

Jiu Fei gripped his sword tightly, without wanting to sigh again. For him death is the friend he is waiting for.

With a rumbling chest he opened his eyes, finding a body figure that was hugging him in a soft purple robe.

His jaw was hardened with dense black eyebrows like sword carvings. Without even looking at Jiu Fei, he broke the sword attack on the right left of the girl.

"Juren..." Jiu Fei's lips trembled, mentioning the name of the man who had spent dozens of nights with her in the dark caves of Yanshan Mountain.

How long time passed, it felt like centuries had just passed.

This man's embrace was still as warm as it used to be, even though he had never loved this man properly, but he had spent half his time in the arms of the owner of this black jade-like eye.

Zhao Juren pushed Jiu Fei's body behind her.

"Go...!" His sharp voice, drove Jiu Fei away to immediately leave the place that let out a fishy smell of blood in the air.

Jiu Fei fell on one of his knees, while the other leg bent ready to rise. He only held on to the headwaters of the sword whose eyes were stuck with a reflex above the ground.

In the past, he heard the same thing, after Yan Yue's army was massacred by Niangxi's troops, for his betrayal.

"Go! Go home..."

Zhao Juren always told him to go and return to Niangxi, he said,

Jiu Fei observed the purple-robed man, who was agilely dropping almost half the masked army in front of him with a sword held in his hand.

The two of them used to swap styles, fighting for half a day, and when Zhao Juren crippled him, he was taken to a niche behind a waterfall, on one part of the Yanshan hill.

Jiu Fei, the brave female spy of the great Niangxi, gave up on losing in the arms of the young Zhao Juren. The age of those who were a dozen years at that time, could not resist the warmth offered by the night in between the coldness of the cave behind the waterfall.

The first time, he felt the touch of a man that young prince Yan Yue could not offer him. The young king candidate, so stiff, just enjoyed his massage as a servant and when they became lovers His Majesty only felt quite happy just by hugging him.

Yan Yue the inexperienced king-to-be treated the woman, fell in love with her and considered it so noble to keep her lover's chastity up until the time she married him at the altar of Guangli hall. Until when he uncovers the red curtain of the bride. An absurd principle, considering he was a prince, a future king who even if wanted a thousand women for him, was commonplace.

Jiu Fei loved the king of Yan Yue but handed his body to Zhao Juren, it was his greatest idolatry that made him unable to look at His Majesty's face, if the king married him.

When the Queen Mother called out to her, and threatened to expose her dark relationship with her nephew Zhao Juren, that was when Jiu Fei realized, one way to go from Her Majesty's side on the grounds was not in vain.

He had saved Yanzhi from the possible upheaval between the two great powers, a friend who could also become an enemy due to his presence, namely Zhao Juren and Yan Yue.

Prince Yan Yue, in being destined to become a king, he did not want the queen mother to use her existence to make the people hate Yan Yue.

She really knew her love was so white for Yan Yue, but she didn't know where her heart really was?

"Go, Afei..go!" Zhao Juren's voice was so loud that it resuscitated from her daydream. The man had been in front of him, standing with pleading eyes. While there were about five people who were still attacking Zhao Juren.

Unfortunately, as Zhao Juren divided his attention from the fight, the leader of the black lotus army charged forward, thrusting the sword eyes from behind the handsome young commander's back.

(Two people from the past, reunited by fate, but love can call them back together? Or did one indeed have to abandon the other, once again could they oppose the destiny of the heavens? Follow the story that is approaching this final round, do not forget Vote, like and comments, yes 🙏😊)