While everyone was excited, Xu Qi 'an suddenly took down the scroll and said, "Everyone, escort the lords and leave. Do not interfere in the battle."
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over everyone's head.
Chen Xiao was anxious. "Your excellency Xu, I am willing to fight alongside the lords and die without regrets."
The imperial guards growled, "I am willing to fight alongside your excellency Xu, I am willing to die without regrets."
If you are equipped with cannons and ballistae, I don't mind if you help me. But how are you going to fight against a muscular tyrant with just a ballista … Xu Qi 'an's face darkened and he said angrily,
"This is an order!"
The imperial guards were angry and anxious. They did not understand why he gave such an order.
Xu Qi 'an was tense, guarding against a sudden attack from the two fourth ranks. Seeing that Chen Xiao still did not obey, he became angry and said fiercely,
"If you stay, you will die. If you don't leave, I will kill you first."
Chen Xiao understood. Your excellency Xu insisted that they retreat to protect them. He did not want to see his brothers die in vain.
With tears in his eyes, he cupped his hands and said, "Your excellency Xu, take care."
The imperial guards also understood Xu Qi 'an's meaning. Their eyes immediately turned red.
"Your excellency Xu, words cannot express my gratitude. If, if I can escape this crisis, I will definitely repay you in the future." Dali Monastery prime minister walked to Xu Qi 'an and bowed deeply.
The two imperial censors bowed and said, "Your excellency Xu, take care."
It was rare for an upright official like the imperial censor to use it.
Constable Chen cupped his hands and did not say anything. But the gratitude and respect in his eyes were no less than the other two. Behind him, the constables also cupped their hands and bowed solemnly.
"Get lost."
Xu Qi 'an did not look at them. He put the scroll in his mouth again.
Tang Shanjun and Zalmuha, the fourth rank experts, did not stop them. They coldly watched as the crowd left. Their eyes were locked on Xu Qi 'an.
"His aura is not strong. He is not a fourth rank Warrior. But I understand the Vajra Divine Art very well. "
Tang Shanjun twisted his body and observed for a moment before giving his opinion.
"What he's chewing on is a Confucian book that records spells. His combat prowess hasn't reached the Fourth Stage yet. Heh, the book will run out eventually. Kill him."
Malzahar, whose body was covered in black fur, sneered.
Tang Shanjun's abdomen bulged and a 'ball' protruded. The ball rushed to his throat and suddenly spurted out.
In the blink of an eye, the sticky, fishy "rain" covered the sky and the earth, covering an area of dozens of meters around Xu Qi 'an, making it impossible for him to dodge.
A dazzling golden core rose up and blossomed with radiance. When the viscous and smelly liquid made contact with its radiance, it was all slapped away, not even the slightest bit stained.
Thud thud thud …
At this time, Zalmuha seized the opportunity to charge forward, his one zhang tall body colliding with Xu Qi 'an, taking the opportunity to snatch the scroll from his mouth.
"Pa!"
Xu Qi'an snapped his fingers and ignited the paper between his fingers, as well as a strand of black hair in the paper.
Zalmuha, who had been madly sprinting, suddenly stopped. It was as if he had been hit by a wooden club, and he fell to his knees in pain.
The Killing Curse Technique!
Xu Qi 'an was just thinking of taking this opportunity to beat the drowning dog when the wind whistled past his ears. Tang Shanjun's dragon head brazenly crashed into him.
It was as if a great bell had rung between heaven and earth. Xu Qi 'an flew upside down into the mountain, causing rocks to tumble down.
In the next moment, he rushed out unscathed. He tore off a few pages of paper and held them in his hand, coldly staring at the two fourth-level experts.
Apart from the spellbook, his strongest attack was the Single Blade Cleave of Heavens and Earth. However, due to his cultivation, it was impossible for him to cut through the defenses of a fourth-level expert's body.
Instead, he would enter a weakened state.
Therefore, apart from the defense of the Vajra Divine Art, he did not intend to use the Single Blade Cleave of Heavens and Earth. Instead, he used the Confucian spellbook to restrain the enemy.
However, as the two fourth-level experts had said, the spellbook would eventually run out.
And the fourth-level Warrior and demon race were famous for their endurance. Xu Qi 'an did not believe that he could rely on the spellbook to kill people. Unless he used the innate skill of the Confucian School: Verbal Compliance.
However, the aftereffects of Verbal Compliance were too great. During the Battle of Heaven and Man, his soul had almost flown away and scattered because his Primordial Spirit had been strengthened by ten times. It was Li Miaozhen who had helped him recall his soul.
Yang Yan, this crude Warrior, clearly did not possess such a high-end and imposing skill as summoning souls. It would be more appropriate to call him a gravedigger … Xu Qi 'an muttered in his heart.
Therefore, the key to the outcome of this battle was not whether or not he could kill the enemy, but when Yang Yan could kill the enemy.
Turning his head to look, he found that although the woman in the red dress was at a disadvantage in every aspect, she was still able to withstand Yang Yan's spear. No matter how Yang Yan stabbed her, she did not cry out and even did her best to respond.
Among fourth-level martial artists, there were strong and weak, but it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short time. This woman was not only coquettish, but also more durable than expected … Xu Qi 'an sighed helplessly.
He did not reveal an anxious expression. He spat out the scroll in his hand, shook it a few times, and laughed. "The spells in the book are indeed limited, but it is enough to deal with the two of you."
As he spoke, he tore off another page, burned it, and wiped the ashes on the blade of the black-gold longsword.
In an instant, the black-gold longsword seemed to be endowed with life. With a "whoosh", it pierced through the air, nimbly coiling and flying, attacking Tang Shanjun from different angles.
Taoist Level Seven Qi Eating. Taoists of this realm could control magic tools, and their signature skill was the flying sword.
A large body meant an advantage in terms of strength, but the corresponding disadvantages were also revealed. Tang Shanjun lacked other effective methods besides vibrating his Qi to attack the "flying knife".
If it was an ordinary weapon, it would be fine. It would not hurt or itch, but this knife was incomparably sharp. When it chopped on the scales, it actually caused incomparable pain.
"Whoosh …"
Zalmuha picked up a boulder and threw it at Xu Qi 'an.
Boom, boom, boom!
One boulder after another came crashing down. Xu Qi 'an ran wildly on the mountain, dodging the meteorite-like boulders.
Tang Shanjun, on the other hand, was furious because of the pain brought by the "flying knife". He wandered in the forest, chasing after Xu Qi 'an. Trees were broken one by one, and boulders rolled down, becoming Zalmuha's weapons.
"Boom!"
After blocking the road with a boulder, Tang Shanjun caught up to Xu Qi 'an. Its huge dragon head looked down from above, and it let out a deafening roar.
"Got you."
Its body shrank rapidly, turning into a body that was two feet long and as thick as an arm. It tightly bound Xu Qi 'an.
Taking advantage of the other's hands and feet being bound, Tang Shanjun opened its mouth and bit Xu Qi 'an's face, trying to take away or destroy the scroll.
It bit empty air. Xu Qi 'an's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared a hundred meters away. He raised his hand and gently blew away the ashes in his palm.
A warlock's teleportation circle.
"You have all kinds of abilities?" Tang Shanjun roared.
A cooked duck had flown away just like that. It almost couldn't suppress its anger and wanted to wreak havoc.
It was too difficult to deal with.
The scroll in the hand of this silver gong contained many spells and covered a wide range, far beyond Tang Shanjun and Zalmuha's imagination.
A scroll like this was more precious than most magic tools.
Who was he to have such a treasure?
Because Xu Qi 'an was a Warrior, the two didn't think that he was a scholar of the Confucian Academy. They guessed that he had another true identity.
Suddenly, the red-dressed woman in the distance let out a shrill scream. She left Yang Yan and fled north.
This was the signal to retreat.
Tang Shanjun and Zalmuha looked at Xu Qi 'an with reluctance, then retreated with the red-dressed woman.
"Phew, they're finally gone …" Xu Qi 'an breathed a sigh of relief.
If this went on, the "magic book" given to him by Dean Zhao Shou would really be used up. Even so, he had used a quarter of it. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.
"Warrior is really difficult to deal with. Unless there's a huge difference in rank, it's impossible to win in a short period of time … Hmm, if I was a fourth-rank Warrior, I might be able to become a maverick warrior, forever only using one blade. Either you die, or I die …"
With this thought, he tilted his head to look at Yang Yan and raised his voice. "Boss, follow the plan. You go find the diplomatic mission, I'll go save the princess."
Yang Yan nodded. He hesitated for a moment and replied, "Can you?"
Xu Qi 'an grinned. "I haven't used the Confucian spell yet. I was just warming up. Don't worry, boss, don't worry about me.
"With my current level, even a fourth-rank Warrior can't stop me if I want to leave."
His Vajra Divine Power had a defense that surpassed even that of an ordinary fourth-rank Warrior.
After parting ways with Yang Yan, Xu Qi 'an communicated with Shen Shu in his mind. "Master, remember not to destroy your Primordial Spirit when you kill someone."
Shen Shu's gentle voice echoed in his mind. "This poor monk knows."
Ever since he decided to kill the northern demons last night, Xu Qi 'an had been communicating with Shen Shu, trying to wake him up. His attempts were futile. In his anger, he shouted in his mind.
Shen Shu NMSL.
Shen Shu had woken up …
Shen Shu agreed to Xu Qi 'an's suggestion without hesitation. The blood of a fourth-rank master was like a great tonic to Shen Shu.
He didn't have such prey on normal days, but now he had a rare opportunity.
Shen Shu was even more anxious than Xu Qi 'an. If it weren't for Yang Yan's presence, Tang Shanjun and Zalmuha would already be dried corpses.
"Maybe there are more than three fourth-rank masters. They must have helpers. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let Chu Xianglong escape." Xu Qi 'an said as he tore off a piece of paper that recorded the Qi Observation Technique.
Looking at one's Qi could sometimes be used as a tracking method.
"For this poor monk, the more the better." Shen Shu's gentle voice carried a hint of a smile.
…
Chu Xianglong crossed the mountains, carrying the fake princess as he ran for his life.
He was a fifth-rank Peak Strength master. Among the generals under King of Zhenbei's command, he could only be considered above average. Of course, leading an army to war couldn't be based on individual strength.
Chu Xianglong's leadership ability was outstanding, and he had a lot of experience on the battlefield. An army of fifty thousand people. King of Zhenbei felt more at ease handing it over to him than handing it over to a fourth-rank Warrior.
'If I escape with the' princess', I'll definitely become the target of everyone. I'll become their primary target. When they catch up, I'll throw the woman on my back out.
'When they realize that I'm a fake, they'll at most send one person to chase after me. They might not even chase after me, but gather their manpower to intercept the others.
'If I didn't make a mistake in my cultivation, I could run even faster … I hope Yang Yan can hold on for a while longer. Xu Qi' an's Vajra Divine Skill is no weaker than a fourth-rank master's. Even if they want to kill him, with Yang Yan's help, it won't be a problem for them to hold on for an hour against three fourth-rank masters …
'If Xu Qi' an still had some Confucian magic scrolls, I could still hold on for a while. Heh, how can I have so many of them? They're definitely gone. That's not important. As long as I can stall for time, I can escape.
'I'm afraid the people of the diplomatic mission are in danger. It doesn't matter if they die. After all, they're just some insignificant people. How can their lives be compared to the princess's and my own? Especially Xu Qi 'an. He's always going against me. Death cannot wipe out his crimes.'
Chu Xianglong, who was thinking as he ran, suddenly heard the sharp sound of something cutting through the air.
A martial artist's instincts told him that he didn't need to think. The miraculous Rank-Five Transcendent Force allowed him to ignore the inertia of running. He nimbly leaped to the left and dodged the attack from the air.
A white thread-like object appeared where he originally stood. It looked like a ball of silk spat out by a spider.
Chu Xianglong raised his head and looked at the sky. Then, his expression suddenly changed.
In the blue sky, a monster that looked like a spider but had a pair of wings was flapping its wings and floating in the air.
On its back stood a man dressed in tiger skin. He was tall and sturdy, with rough facial features. He had the appearance of a typical northerner. However, unlike ordinary barbarians, he had a vertical eye on his forehead.
This person was called Sky Wolf, the leader of the Golden Wood Tribe, one of the Twelve Barbarian Tribes.
The Golden Wood Tribe was the winged cavalry of the Twelve Barbarian Tribes. Every adult member of the tribe kept a winged spider, which was a natural scout.
In the war with the barbarians, the Golden Wood Tribe had always been the most troublesome existence for the northern garrison. As everyone knew, before the Rank-Four, a Warrior could not fly in the air.
Even a Rank-Four could only fly for a short period of time, and there was a limit to how high they could fly.
However, the real reason why Chu Xianglong's expression changed was not because he was surprised that the enemy had a Rank-Four, but because there were thin threads hanging from the protruding fangs of the winged spider. At the end of each thread, there was a servant girl bound by the thread.
The real princess was among them.
Chu Xianglong thought that when the two fought, the fisherman would benefit. In fact, the other party was the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Sirius took off the hard bow on his back, took out an arrow, and pulled the string. The huge hard bow was instantly bent into a full moon.
Bang … Amidst the vibrating sound of the zither, the arrow turned into a stream of light. Chu Xianglong gritted his teeth and raised the woman on his shoulder, using her as a shield.
Poof!
The arrow suddenly turned and sank into the soil beside him, avoiding the princess.
Bang, bang, bang …
Sirius, who had a vertical eye between his brows, kept drawing his bow. The arrows were either shooting straight or turning, attacking Chu Xianglong from all angles. However, as long as he used the princess as a shield, the arrows would automatically avoid him.
Chu Xianglong lowered his head and ran wildly. He did not need to use his eyes to see, and only used the instinct of a martial artist to sense danger to catch the arrows.
Deep holes were constantly blasted on the ground, caused by the arrows falling beside him. Occasionally, an arrow would break through the princess's shield and hit Chu Xianglong, but it only made him stagger slightly.
However, intense anxiety surged in Chu Xianglong's heart.
"Sirius is a fourth-grade warrior, and his arrows contain 'intent'. At most, my bronze skin and iron bones will be broken by ten arrows. If I am not careful and two arrows hit the same spot at the same time, three arrows will break through my defense …"
What should I do, what should I do …
The development of the situation was out of his control. The real princess was already trapped, and he would not be able to escape. This was because the enemy would no longer split their forces to chase after the escaped maidservants. Instead, they would turn to surround and kill him.
Suddenly, Chu Xianglong saw that the dense forest in front of him was covered with a layer of white frost, as if it was covered with snow.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was actually a bundle of spider silk. These spider silk were not poisonous, but they had a strong stickiness.
If he were to recklessly barge in, his body would definitely be covered with spider silk, and his movements would become sluggish.
Sirius deliberately drove me here. He had already set up a trap … While thinking, Chu Xianglong discovered that there was a plain on his left and a mountain range on his right. He immediately chose the mountain range.
Ignoring the inertia, he turned to the left and tried to escape into the mountains.
The best way to deal with the winged cavalry was to hide in the dense forest and avoid being noticed.
At this moment, Warrior's intuition for danger allowed him to capture the arrows that Sirius had predicted. Without thinking, he jumped to the side to avoid them.
Ding … Puff … Two different sounds could be heard. One of the arrows hit Chu Xianglong's back and broke. The second arrow followed closely behind and hit the same spot.
The second arrow penetrated his back.
"Hehe …"
Chu Xianglong did not die. There was still a trace of life left.
Sirius controlled the winged spider to descend and walked in front of Chu Xianglong. He looked him in the eye and said faintly, "You're lucky. The two arrows just now weren't aimed at you.
"Don't trust Warrior's intuition too much. It can only detect malicious attacks, and only for a split second. During this split second, it won't be able to warn you if there are other attacks."
"All of this was planned by you …" Chu Xianglong stared at Sirius with a face full of unwillingness.
"Isn't it natural for a hunter to set up a trap?" Sirius's tone was indifferent without the slightest bit of complacency.
He carried the "princess" who was trembling in fear and returned to the winged spider's side. He placed her together with the other maidservants.
Then, he stood beside the winged spider, stroked its back, and waited silently.
After a quarter of an hour, the woman in the red dress, the giant Zalmuha, and Tang Shanjun, who had transformed into a human, came together. The air beneath their feet exploded, propelling them into the sky.
The three of them landed not far away.
"You look very miserable. The three of you couldn't kill Yang Yan even after joining hands?" Sirius asked expressionlessly.
His gaze paused on the woman in the red dress for a moment. Then, he glanced at the waists of the three of them and didn't see Yang Yan's head.
"We stumbled. There's a tough guy in the envoy group," Hong Ling explained gloomily.
"A tough guy?" Sirius frowned.
"My injury was caused by Yang Yan, and the other two were entangled." Hong Ling snorted.
Sirius cast a questioning look at Tang Shanjun and Zalmuha.
"A silver gong. His own strength isn't much, but he has the Buddhist Vajra Divine Art to protect his body. He seems to be a martial monk," Zalmuha said.
"He has a Confucian book on him that records the spells of various major systems. He's extremely difficult to deal with. The two of us combined couldn't subdue him." The black-robed Tang Shanjun had a feminine temperament, and his vertical pupils were cold and emotionless.
Sirius nodded and didn't take it to heart. He turned to look at the hooded princess and said, "This is fake. The real one should be among these maidservants."
Hong Ling lifted the curtain hat of the fake princess, revealing a delicate and pretty face. The fake princess's face was pale, and her eyes flashed with great fear. Her shoulders were trembling.
"Slurp …"
Hong Ling's small mouth stuck out a long, forked tongue and licked the fake princess's cheek. She said with a smile, "Tell me, who is the real princess?"
Her voice was soft and charming, but the official language of Daibun wasn't very accurate.
"I, I don't know …"
The fake princess shivered, and her pretty face lost all color. She stuttered, "I am a maidservant who serves the princess. The real, the real princess is not here."
The red dressed woman sighed, "I am very dissatisfied with this answer. I will give you a kiss."
She lowered her head and sucked on the fake princess's lips. In front of the three males, she passionately kissed her.
The fake princess's eyes suddenly widened, and her limbs violently twitched, as if she had encountered something extremely painful. Her cheeks quickly shriveled, and her flesh melted away. She became a dried corpse that was all skin and bones.
The red dressed woman let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and her face glowed.
Seeing this scene, the maidservants who were bound by the spider web paled. Some of them trembled as if they were spasming, and some of them broke down and cried, afraid that they would be next.
The princess was among them. She stared blankly at the tragic death of her personal maidservant. Apart from grief and sorrow, her heart was actually a little envious.
Because she knew what kind of ending she would face. Falling into the hands of the barbarians, even death might be an extravagant hope.
No one can save me, no one can save me from the hands of the four northern experts, unless Duke Huai comes personally … The princess thought in fear.
In the end, she still ended up like this. When she left the capital, she was filled with worry. She was afraid that she would meet the King of Zhenbei soon, but she was also confused and worried about the road ahead.
Until that day when she saw the little silver gong on the deck, her heart suddenly calmed down, and she felt that the road ahead would be smooth sailing.
This feeling was very strange. In the end, it was probably because of that brat's valiant battle record, which made her feel safe from the bottom of her heart.
Then, when the official ship was ambushed at Flowstone Beach, her worries became reality, and her heart instantly tightened.
That was why not long ago, she carefully probed Xu Qi 'an, and asked him if he would abandon the princess.
At that time, for the first time, she felt like a weak woman, and what it felt like to depend on a man.
His answer was disappointing.
Until now, the princess no longer held any hope. In Daibun, there were only a few people who could single-handedly save her from the hands of the four fourth rank Warrior. No, probably only the King of Zhenbei.
And he was currently in the north.
From the sound of it, the diplomatic corps seemed to be fine. They couldn't do anything to Xu Qi 'an, but he, he actually forced two fourth rank Warriors to retreat … The princess' eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was slightly comforted.
"Vice General Chu, why don't you tell me, who is the princess?" Hong Ling carried the dying Chu Xianglong and threw him in front of the servant girls.
Chu Xianglong's eyes flashed past the servant girls, and he grinned, "Who told you that the princess is here? The princess didn't even leave the capital, you all fell into a trap. "
The princess' heart was filled with sorrow. Although this vice general was annoying, he was indeed loyal to Duke Huai.
Tang Shanjun said darkly, "Then I will eat all of these women."
"Eat, eat quickly!"
Chu Xianglong panted and sneered.
The princess' heart sank. Chu Xianglong wanted her dead. What Duke Huai couldn't get, even if it was destroyed, it couldn't fall into the hands of the northern barbarians.
"He's lying."
A voice came from the forest. Everyone turned to look, and a young man in white walked out with his hands clasped behind his back and a faint smile on his face.
"You came at the right time."
"Giant" Zalmuha said in a muffled voice, "Use your aura observation technique to see who is the princess."
"I can't see." The Warlock in white shook his head.
"An aura-shielding artifact?" Sirius was deep in thought.
"Use your brains to think. Princess Consort is a beauty that can topple a nation. How can these common women compare to her? She must have an aura-shielding artifact. "
The Warlock in white raised his chin, as if he was disdainful of the intelligence of the barbarians and demon experts present.
He sneered, "Use your not-so-smart brains to think, if we strip them of their clothes and jewelry, we will know who the princess is."
"Good idea!" Hong Ling giggled.
"You Warlocks are all so arrogant that it's annoying, but I like your idea. Tsk tsk, rumor has it that the princess is Daibun's number one beauty, graceful and luxurious. I want to see how noble she can be after stripping her clothes, and see what's the difference between her and us common women. "
The princess bit her lips, her eyes filled with despair.
At this time, another laugh came from afar, responding to the woman in red dress.
"Probably, the difference between one with diamonds and the other with glass?"
Who is it … Hong Ling, Sirius, and the others suddenly turned around and saw a young man wearing a mink hat and a long blade at his waist standing in the grass dozens of meters away.
When did he appear?
The moment she saw Xu Qi 'an, the princess' dark and watery eyes suddenly lit up. An unprecedented light, as if there were stars in them.
But in the next moment, it turned into anxiety and worry.
What did he come here for, to die?
"So it's you."
Hong Ling looked at him in bewilderment, then looked around and said sweetly, "Where's Yang Yan, where's Yang Yan hiding? You two really aren't afraid of death, you even dared to come to me. "
"Who is he?" Sirius frowned.
"He's the silver gong you mentioned just now. His cultivation isn't high, but with the Confucian scroll, he's extremely difficult to deal with." Tang Shanjun's vertical pupils were cold, and his tone was cold.
Sirius, who had a vertical eye between his brows, sneered, "The Confucian scroll is good stuff. With it, it'll be very effective against the enemy."
The giant Malzahar nodded. He and Tang Shanjun knew this the best, and their greed was even stronger.
Hong Ling raised her hand, raised three white fingers, and licked her lips. She smiled, "Finish him in three breaths, don't give him the chance to cast spells. Otherwise, even if we get the Confucian scroll, it won't be enough. "
Tang Shanjun sneered, "Whoever kills him gets half of the page."
The giant Malzahar, Sirius, and Hong Ling nodded slowly. "No problem."
Tang Shanjun added gloomily, "I don't know if there are any spells of raising ghosts in the scroll. I want to raise him into a ferocious ghost and keep him by my side to torture him so that he can never be reincarnated."
This kid had made him lose face just now.
The four masters looked at him as if they were looking at their prey, a rare and desirable prey.
"Don't worry, let me see what's strange about him." The warlock in white smiled, "Since he dared to come here alone, he must have something to rely on. Maybe this is just a clone. "
After saying that, he used the Qi Observation Technique to examine Xu Qi 'an.
Listening to the conversation of the northern masters, Wang Fei's heart trembled, and she screamed, "Xu Qi 'an, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, you bastard, get lost …"
Her voice was suddenly interrupted by a scream.
The warlock in white raised his hands and covered his eyes. Blood seeped out from between his fingers.
Wang Fei looked at the warlock in white blankly, not knowing what had happened to him.
"Run, run, take me with you …" The warlock in white used all his strength to squeeze out these words from between his teeth.
Hong Ling, Tang Shanjun, Sirius, and Zalmuha, the four masters' expressions changed drastically.
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