Battle cries rang out as the Stalwart Tiger Guards and the traitors of the Five City Warden's Office engaged in battle. The sounds of bowstrings, muskets firing, and weapons clashing …
The sounds were clearly heard by everyone.
The rebels were far away, and the dream witchcraft was close at hand. This desperate situation made the night watchmen's faces pale, and their hearts sank to the bottom.
Fortunately, they were experienced night watchmen who were used to seeing blood and killing. They were determined.
"Protect Jinluo and the Inspector into the inner hall," Zhao Yinluo shouted as he drew his saber.
Jiang Lvzhong grabbed the man's sleeve and wanted to say something, but before he could, the Yin Gong said, "Don't worry.
"Boss, I understand. Dream witchcraft isn't good at close combat. As long as we don't let him get his hands on our hair or flesh, he won't be able to use the killing curse."
Tang Yinluo grinned. "Yes, boss. We can't beat the Fourth Grade Warrior, but we can't beat the Fourth Grade Dream Witchcraft? That'll be too embarrassing. "
Seeing that their boss was so confident, the Copper Gongs felt relieved.
Dream witchcraft had strange methods and wasn't good at fighting head-on. As Copper Gongs, they only knew a little about it.
To the Copper Gongs' surprise, Jiang Lvzhong didn't let go. The Golden Gong, who was usually like a god, couldn't even stand stably, but he still held on to the Silver Gong's sleeve.
"Let's go!" Jiang Lvzhong said.
Zhao Yinluo turned around and said with a grin, "Boss, you want us to take Sir Inspector away? That won't do."
Jiang Lvzhong shook his head. "You can't leave with the Inspector. I'm asking you to leave."
"Jiang Jinluo, how do you know you'll lose if you don't fight?" One of the Copper Gongs said, as if to encourage himself. He spoke very loudly.
Zhao Yinluo pulled back his sleeve, causing Jiang Lvzhong to stumble.
Tang Yinluo supported him and sighed. "When we get back to the capital, boss, you'll treat us to a drink."
In the end, Yinluo didn't say anything. He just cupped his fists at Jiang Lvzhong.
Zhao Yinluo raised his saber with one hand and took the military crossbow from his waist with the other. He pulled the trigger, and the bowstring made a "bang" sound.
Bang bang bang …
The rest of the night watchmen raised their crossbows and shot in unison.
The coroner, who had been turned into a puppet, roared and stood in front of the magistrate, allowing the crossbow bolts to pierce into his body. The tips of the bolts pierced through his back.
"Die for this daddy!"
Zhao Yinluo leaped high. Amidst the cracking sounds of bricks, he flew more than a hundred meters away. The standard long saber in his hand burst out with an aura that distorted the air.
Pu.
The coroner puppet was cut in half on the spot. Bloody lines danced about crazily as it tried to piece him back together, but to no avail.
Magistrate Dream Shaman nimbly avoided the blade light. The sharp blade energy tore through the ground and spread all the way to the steps at the entrance of the lobby, making a loud "bang" sound.
The attacks of the other two gongs followed closely behind. They bent over and ran, leaving afterimages behind them as they coordinated with each other to attack Dream Witch.
While attacking, the information of the wizard system appeared in the minds of the two silver gongs.
Due to the occasional conflicts between Daibun and the Witchcraft Cult, the information on wizards below Rank Four, including Rank Four wizards, was very detailed in the night watchmen's office.
A Rank Nine wizard could refine a living person into a puppet. With the help of a secret technique, they could stimulate their potential and burn their blood essence, allowing an ordinary person to instantly possess extremely strong combat power. The more they improved, the faster their blood essence would be burned until they ran out of energy.
At the same time, a Rank Nine wizard could also stimulate the potential of their companions at the cost of burning their blood essence. Hence, they were called "Blood Spirits".
The ability of a Rank Eight wizard was to cast a curse. Based on the eight characters of birth, personal items, blood, and bodily fluids as a medium, they could curse the target person to death. Hence, a Rank Eight wizard was called a "Curse Master".
The advantage was that it was unpredictable and impossible to guard against.
The disadvantage was that it could only curse a target whose realm was lower than the wizard's.
A Rank Seven wizard was called a "Spirit Medium". They could manipulate corpses and ghosts. Be it Daibun or the demons in the north, they all suffered greatly from the Spirit Medium on the battlefield.
A Rank Six wizard was called a "Diviner". They were proficient in divination and could seek good fortune and avoid calamity. A wizard of this realm could be described in two words: stable!
To be described in one word: as stable as an old dog.
There was no need to look at the almanac when going out. One only needed to do a divination to know whether the day was good or bad.
A Rank Five wizard was called a "Priest". They could summon the War Soul of their ancestors through a ceremony and possess them. If the War Soul being summoned was a Warrior, then the Priest would be a Warrior. If it was a Taoist, then the Priest would be a Taoist, and so on.
The limitation was that they could only summon War Souls of the same level.
A Rank Four wizard was the realm of the magistrate in front of him. A "Dream Wizard". They walked in dreams and killed people without leaving a trace. The most effective way to deal with a Dream Wizard was to not sleep.
"I won't give him the chance to set up a ceremony or ask for a War Soul to possess him!" Zhao Yinluo encouraged himself in his heart.
At this moment, he heard a murmur. He turned his head abruptly. It was a neglected official. He had cut his wrist and used his blood to draw strange and complicated array patterns on the ground.
He was mumbling some obscure and profound syllables.
Zhao Yinluo's heart sank.
In the next moment, a strong Qi was born from the magistrate's body. A wisp of black smoke floated up from the top of his head, and a blurry figure could be vaguely seen.
At the same time, two silver gongs slashed at him with their blades.
The long blades cut through the magistrate's clothes and landed on his body. There was an ear-piercing sound of metal colliding. The black smoke on top of his head shook.
Copper skin and iron bones.
"Who told you that the ceremony can only be set up by the wizard himself? Actually, puppets can do it too. "
The Dream Wizard, who was wearing the magistrate's face, sneered. He raised his hand and grabbed the necks of the two silver gongs.
With a "kacha" sound, the two silver gongs instantly perished.
For a Rank-4 martial artist to kill two silver gongs, it would be as easy as crushing two ants.
"Bastard!"
A heart-wrenching roar came from the main hall. It was like the roar of an old beast at the end of its rope.
It was the incompetent and furious Jiang Lvzhong. His eyes were red, and his face was twisted with anger.
The surviving bronze gongs were scared out of their wits. They finally realized that the silver gongs were just trying to boost morale.
Wizards were not good at close combat, but a Rank-4 was a Rank-4. The gap between them was like a chasm. The so-called "not good at close combat" was only relative to other systems of the same rank.
"What are you afraid of?"
Zhao Yinluo yelled, causing the bronze gongs to tremble.
At this moment, this silver gong, who was good at eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, was still holding his saber, like a warrior who was ready to die.
"Two hours. We have to buy two hours for Jiang Jinluo. It's still early," Zhao Yinluo yelled.
"Noisy."
However, reality was cruel. Dream Wizard, who was disguised as the magistrate, raised his hand. Qi gathered in his palm, and he pressed down hard.
A shockwave was born in the air, and the ripples spread.
All the night watchmen, including Zhao Yinluo, felt as if their chests had been hit. They spat out blood and flew backward.
It was only one move, but it had crippled all the night watchmen.
Jiang Lvzhong seemed to be aware of all this. He closed his eyes. At this moment, he was not angry, because they would soon meet in another world.
Dream Wizard clenched his fist again. The time he could use the Fighting Soul to possess him was limited. He did not want to waste time talking to Jiang Lvzhong.
After all, the main event was to take control of the White Emperor City, gather the mountain bandits, and attack the prefectures and counties. He had to conquer Yunzhou before the imperial court could react.
The Witchcraft Cult had been planning for years. Today was the day to harvest the fruit.
He punched out. His Qi rubbed against the air, making a deep roar, and hit the lobby.
A figure stood in the middle. It was Zhao Yinluo. He held his long saber with both hands, lowered his waist, and slashed out with a roar.
This should be the best slash of his life.
The saber Qi collapsed, the long saber exploded, and the magic gong on his chest cracked. The terrible Qi pushed Zhao Yinluo into the lobby, and the whole lobby shook with a "boom".
Jiang Lvzhong was also shocked. He hurriedly crawled over and held his dying subordinate in his arms.
The moment he touched Zhao Yinluo, Jiang Lvzhong knew there was nothing he could do. None of his bones were intact, and so were his internal organs.
The Celestial Commissioner might have a miraculous elixir that could bring the dead back to life, but Yunzhou did not.
The reason he did not die immediately was probably because of the Warrior's stubbornness.
Zhao Yinluo had always been a stubborn person. He always acted in his own way and disobeyed Jiang Lvzhong's orders many times, like how he flung his hand away just now.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Lvzhong asked in a low voice.
Zhao Yinluo forced a smile on his blood-stained face. His gums were full of blood, and he said intermittently, "Boss, I actually kept a concubine this year. She's 18 years old, very young.
"But I was afraid that you would know, so I didn't dare to keep her at home. You often called us silver gongs for secret meetings and repeatedly ordered us not to take more than 500 taels of silver every year. Extortion from the peddlers and servants should not exceed 10 copper coins every time. Extortion from the shops and restaurants should not exceed 3 copper coins every time.
"Do you know, we all laugh at you in private. You even have to make a rule for corruption. You are the only one in the world. We silver gongs listen to you on the surface, but in fact, we are still as greedy as we want to be. Otherwise, how can you keep so many concubines … Sorry, boss, I've let you down.
"So, you don't have to be sad for people like us. According to the rules set by Duke Wei, I should be dragged to the market and beheaded.
"Old Tang likes to drink. If you can survive, remember to pour two more cups of wine for him every year during the Qingming Festival …
"Last, last request … I, I don't want to die in a foreign land. Take me back to the capital …"
The light in Zhao Yinluo's eyes faded.
"Ai!" Inspector Zhang heaved a long sigh and blamed himself, "I was too careless, I was too careless …"
"What's the use of saying all this now?"
Jiang Lvzhong said this with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden. It flowed out violently and turned into rolling hot tears.
Meng Wu walked over slowly and laughed happily, "To be honest, we didn't intend to divide Yun Province. Supporting the mountain bandits and amassing the army was just a hidden pawn in case of trouble. It should be used when we need it the most, not now.
"Although Zhou Yinluo found a problem with the account book, according to our plan, it was just to push Yang Chuannan out to be the scapegoat.
"I didn't expect the Qi party to be so stupid and expose the secret of our cooperation. It brought you here.
"What surprised me even more was that a mere copper gong could actually do this. It completely messed up my plan. I had no choice but to attack you and occupy Yun Province in advance. If you want to hate someone, hate that copper gong Xu. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have to die.
"Now, all of you leave first. I will find that copper gong and kill him."
Just as he finished speaking, two strong gusts of wind suddenly came. Meng Wu raised his hand and shattered the two arrows.
On the wall stood a tall and proud copper gong, holding a magic crossbow given by the Celestial Commissioner Song Qing. However, it had become an ordinary weapon now.
It could only shoot three times in its life.
"Am I, Xu Qi'an, so undignified that you keep calling me that copper gong?"
He was covered in blood, but it was the blood of others. He had killed his way in.
After Xu Qi 'an finished speaking, his gaze fell on the two dead Silver Gongs and the heavily injured Bronze Gong that could no longer fight. His frivolous and carefree temperament suddenly disappeared.
His eyes were dark and his face was expressionless.
…
At the west gate, a silver light descended from the sky and nailed itself on the wall. Broken bricks flew everywhere and dust rose.
Li Miaozhen, who was wearing a soft armor made of fish scales and had her hair tied into a high ponytail, stood on the shaft of the spear and stared at the soldiers who were nocking their arrows.
"Why did they close the city gates?"
Number three … Xu Qi'an, that bastard, was right. The city gate was indeed closed, but Li Miaozhen did not recklessly break into the city and kill people. She did not personally arrive at the top of the city wall to question them.
"Clang …" A general drew his sword and pointed it at Li Miaozhen. "Kill her without mercy."
To think that he would make a move without explaining himself.
Then there was nothing more to say. Li Miaozhen's eyes instantly sharpened.
"Twang, twang, twang …" With the clear sound of bowstrings vibrating, dozens of arrows shot towards Li Miaozhen.
She neither dodged nor dodged. She patted the brocade pouch and a gust of chilly wind came out, entangling the arrows and changing their flight pattern.
The arrows grazed past Li Miaozhen, and the archers became masters of body tracing.
Clang!
The flying sword on Li Miaozhen's waist flew out of its sheath and turned into a silver bolt of lightning, whizzing past the necks of the city guards and reaping their lives.
"Clip-Clop, clip-clop, clip-clop …" The dense sound of horse hooves could be heard. The Flying Swallow Army galloped over, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Four centurions of the Copper Skin and Iron Bones realm led the Spirit Refinement realm ten-man squad to the top of the city wall, cooperating with Li Miaozhen's flying sword to reap the lives of the city guards.
"Master, you haven't used the flying sword for a long time …" The female ghost Susu landed lightly on the spear shaft and hugged Li Miaozhen's waist from behind.
This flying sword was a magic tool given to Li Miaozhen by the Taoist Tenzō. It was rarely used, but every time it was unsheathed, it meant that Li Miaozhen was in a bad mood.
"I'm very angry." Li Miaozhen said.
"Is it because of the Imperial Inspector's assassination?"
"No, it's because of a bitch."
"…"
Susu frowned and wanted to say something, but stopped. Did she forget that she was the Tenzō Shōnin? The principle of the Tenzō was to forget emotions, to be neither happy nor sad, but after leaving the mountain for a few years, Li Miaozhen became more and more impulsive, and hated evil more and more.
She forcefully turned herself into the righteous Flying Swallow Heroine.
The title of Flying Swallow Heroine was mainly due to this flying sword, which was as light as a swallow and could kill people without leaving a trace. Secondly, she was righteous, and would fly to wherever there was injustice.
The Flying Swallow Army once again displayed their unstoppable strength, and quickly cleared the city guards. Then, a Warrior of the Copper Skin and Iron Bones smashed open the city gate.
Li Miaozhen leaped up lightly and descended. She grabbed the spear, pulled it out, and fell to the ground with it.
Under her lead, the Flying Swallow Army killed their way into the city.
…
"You refused to take the road to heaven, and came to hell." After a short moment of shock, Meng Wu laughed.
Clatter! Xu Qi 'an leaped off the wall, holding the Black Gold Saber given to him by the Supervisor. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're the one who should go to hell, you son of a b * tch."
"Xu Ningyan, what are you doing here?" Jiang Lvzhong's expression changed. "Are you trying to die? You can't save us. Leave, leave now."
"Can I still leave …" Xu Qi 'an thought.
He really couldn't because Meng Wu had locked on to him. Meng Wu was slowly clenching his fist, and the black smoke above his head surged as if he was accumulating strength.
"Ningyan, you …" Inspector Zhang closed his eyes. "Why do you have to do this?"
Xu Qi 'an didn't panic at all. He communicated with Monk Shen Shu in his mind.
"Grandmaster, help me kill this person."
"Grandmaster?"
"F * ck, Grandmaster, are you still there? Don't play with me. "
"Grandmaster, I f * ck you …"
The fist aura came at him, and the wind and thunder roared in his ears.
At that moment, a sigh was heard. "Holding the moon and plucking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."
Under Xu Qi 'an's feet, a formation pattern lit up, and a translucent barrier rose.
"Boom!"
Qi Ji exploded on the surface of the barrier, and the sound of the explosion was deafening. The green bricks on the ground were lifted up immediately, and the sound was terrifying.
Half of the main hall of the administrative envoy collapsed with a rumble.
After a long period of ringing in his ears, Xu Qi 'an heard Jiang Lvzhong's angry roar. "Yang Qianhuan, you're also in Yunzhou. Why did you just stand by and watch? Why didn't you make a move just now?"
Xu Qi 'an suddenly turned around and saw a figure in white standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
He wasn't surprised at the appearance of Yang Qianhuan. He just wanted to say, "You bastard, you're finally here."
Xu Qi 'an had long suspected that the warlock who kidnapped Liang Youping was one of the senior brothers of the Celestial Commissioner, and it was highly likely that it was Yang Qianhuan.
Just as expected.
Why do I need to explain to others what I do in my life? This thought appeared in Yang Qianhuan's mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
He sighed and explained, "I came to Yunzhou on my master's orders, that's why I wasn't here just now."
The task given to him by the Supervisor was to keep an eye on Xu Qi 'an.
He would be wherever Xu Qi 'an was.
He wasn't there when the Silvery Gongs were killed.
"I'll take you away." The formation pattern under Yang Qianhuan's feet spread out, covering Xu Qi 'an, Inspector Zhang, and the others.
"Humph!"
Meng Wu stepped on the formation pattern and cracked it. "Yang Qianhuan, you're not qualified to save people from my hands."
Yang Qianhuan's reply was, "Holding the moon and plucking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."
"Arrogant!" Meng Wu's goatee trembled, as if he was angry.
"Are you leaving or not?" Yang Qianhuan's voice sounded in Xu Qi 'an's ears. "I can only take you away. If there are too many people, the formation pattern won't be able to form and will be destroyed."
Xu Qi 'an smirked. "You have another way. Take this guy away."
"There are hundreds of rebels outside," Yang Qianhuan warned.
"I know," Xu Qi 'an answered.
After a short silence, Yang Qianhuan said, "Okay."
He stomped hard, and the formation pattern spread out quickly. This time, it only covered Meng Wu. When he reacted, the two disappeared.
"Bring them out of the city to fight," Xu Qi 'an shouted at the sky.
There was no reply.
Xu Qi 'an brought the bodies of the two Silvery Gongs into the hall and placed them beside Jiang Lvzhong's feet. "Sorry, I'm late."
"You shouldn't have come," Jiang Lvzhong said in a low voice.
"I still came …" Xu Qi 'an wanted to tease him, but the words turned into a bitter smile.
The Bronze Gongs helped each other into the inner hall to meditate and heal their wounds.
Jiang Lvzhong glanced at the surviving Bronze Gongs, his eyes filled with relief. However, the sounds of fighting outside were coming to an end, which made him realize that they were not out of danger yet.
"What's the situation outside?" Inspector Zhang looked out of the hall.
"There are about four to five hundred rebels left. When I came in, the Stalwart Tiger Guard had already been wiped out."
The Bronze Gongs opened their eyes. Their gazes were the same, full of despair.
"Forget it, forget it …" Inspector Zhang laughed bitterly. "Looks like I can't escape this disaster. I've failed the emperor and Duke Wei's trust."
"You won't fail them. You'll fail the three dead Silver Gongs." Xu Qi 'an glanced at him, stood up, and walked to the doorstep.
"Ning Yan, just go. With your combat capability, you can escape from the back hall." Jiang Lüzhong urged with red eyes, urging, "Don't worry.
"Get out of here. Hurry up. I'll die here with my subordinates today. You're the one that Duke Wei favors. If you die here, Duke Wei will dig my grave. "
"There's hope. As long as we hold on, we'll have reinforcements." In Xu Qi 'an's sight, he could already see the figures of the rebels. They had broken in.
He looked back and cupped his hands to Inspector Zhang. "Inspector Zhang is a good official. Although you're full of evil tricks, you always put the people first. I hate this world, but I'm very happy to see such a good official like you. So I don't want you to die. "
He then cupped his hands to Jiang Lvzhong. "Jiang Jinluo is a good superior. He's good at drinking with prostitutes in the Musical House. If there's a chance in the future, I'll invite you to the Musical House again. Just tell me which Top Courtesan you like.
Fu Xiang won't do. "He looked at the corpses of the three Silver Gongs." No matter what kind of people they were when they were alive, at least when they died, they didn't fail to live up to the name of the night watchman. "
Finally, he cupped his hands and raised them above his head. "Duke Wei has treated me with great kindness. There's no reason for me to rush to the front when I'm enjoying the benefits and hide behind when I'm in danger."
After that, he closed the door of the hall.
Jiang Lvzhong was slightly moved. He shouted hoarsely, "Ning Yan!"
One of the Bronze Gongs' lips trembled. He murmured, "No, no, he's trying to break through to the Spirit Refining Realm. He can't hold on …"
Inspector Zhang stood up shakily. He was so weak that he would be blown down by a gust of wind. But he still stood up firmly and bowed deeply to the back of Xu Qi 'an.
They couldn't see what was happening outside. But in the sound of shooting crossbows, the sound of weapons colliding, and the noise of fighting, they heard the young man's passionate chanting.
"Young chivalrous spirit, befriending the heroes of the five capitals. Liver and gallbladder, hair standing on end. Life and death are the same in this conversation. A promise is worth a thousand gold. "
…
Xu Qi 'an guarded the entrance of the courtyard. He raised his knife and chopped it … He killed one rebel soldier when they came. If there were two, he would kill a pair.
Armor was as fragile as paper in front of this long knife made by the Supervisor, not to mention flesh and blood.
At first, he felt uncomfortable and was full of fear for his hands stained with blood. But after killing a lot, he became numb.
Most of the rebel soldiers were ordinary people. Occasionally, there were a few masters in the Spirit Refining Realm. For Xu Qi 'an who had a strong Qi and was half a step into the Spirit Refining Realm, there wasn't much of a difference.
But he couldn't fight against the sea of people. Plus, his condition was really bad. After killing more than ten people in one go, Xu Qi 'an gradually became exhausted. His stomach was churning. His arms were numb and he lost feeling.
The most troublesome thing was still the crossbows. These things were fired in a concentrated manner. It wasn't something that a knife could handle.
Luckily, he had the bronze gong tied to his chest. Normal knives, spears, swords, and crossbows couldn't hurt him. Xu Qi 'an tried his best to deflect the arrows that were shot at his face.
After killing fifty people in one go, Xu Qi 'an reached his first limit. The Qi in his body was exhausted. His vision turned black. His spirit was like a dried up pond. He would faint in the next moment.
When he reached this limit, he was surprised to find that a new spring had gushed out from the dried up pond and nourished his Primordial Spirit.
The scenery around him became clear. The ferocious expressions of the soldiers, their bulging muscles, the trajectory of their swords … All the details were accurately captured and imprinted in his mind.
… This was the Spirit Refining Realm. The Spirit Refining Realm that could see through everything around him?
No, he hadn't reached his limit yet. He could still continue to break through.
Life toward death!
Xu Qi 'an suddenly understood what Monk Shen Shu meant.
Squeezing the Primordial Spirit without rest was a kind of life toward death in itself. But it wasn't enough. If the Primordial Spirit was compared to a metal embryo, an ordinary martial artist reaching the Spirit Refining Realm would be like smashing a hammer once.
What Xu Qi 'an was doing now was to repeatedly hammer and refine his Primordial Spirit. He broke through his limit again and again at the edge of life and death.
After killing a hundred people, he faced his limit again. After enduring it, a new spring gushed out, and his spirit improved by leaps and bounds again.
"I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore … Stupid monk, my life is in your hands. Don't mess with me … I still have a bunch of girls in the capital who have thought it through …"
After killing two hundred people in one go, the new spring stopped gushing out, because Xu Qi 'an had died of exhaustion.
The rapid growth of the Primordial Spirit had nothing to do with the physical body. He squeezed the Primordial Spirit again and again, but in fact, he was squeezing the physical body again and again. The Primordial Spirit had new springs, but the physical body did not.
This god of death finally stopped swinging his sword and stood upright. But the rebels didn't continue to attack. They held their swords with ferocious expressions. They were vigilant and fearful. They had been killed so many times that they were terrified.
"Shoot him with a crossbow," a voice shouted from the crowd.
The bowstring vibrated, and the crossbow arrow shot out. It was unknown whether it was due to exhaustion or nervousness, but the crossbow arrow that was originally aimed at the center of Xu Qi 'an's brows missed. It flew past Xu Qi' an's scalp.
But the rebels cheered.
"He's dead, he's dead … Hahahaha, this son of a b * tch is finally dead."
"Chop him into pieces, chop him into pieces to avenge our brothers."
They swarmed forward.
But at this moment, a flying sword pierced through the air, circled around the crowd, and killed a few soldiers at the forefront.
Then, four God-like Warrior broke through the wall and led a group of armored soldiers to kill their way in.
At this time, there were still about three hundred rebels, but in the face of this unexpected army, they were no better than chives. Lives were harvested one after another, and the soldiers fell one after another. The thick smell of blood was nauseating.
The Flying Swallow Army, who had finished cleaning up the rebels, saw a scene that they would never forget.
At the entrance of the courtyard, a young man stood proudly. His body was full of arrows, and beneath his feet were corpses. He stood on a mountain of corpses, leaning on his sword.
There was no sign of life.
Li Miaozhen, who was wearing a scarlet cloak, stood in front of him. Her back looked a little lonely.
Li Miaozhen, who was full of resentment and anger, imagined that she would teach him a lesson when they met again. But at this moment, she felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in her throat.
Li Miaozhen's eyes were red. "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"Miaozhen …"
A centurion walked over, but his eyes were fixed on Xu Qi 'an.
"Clatter." He stood up straight, and his scales collided. He cupped his fists at Xu Qi 'an.
"Clatter …" The sound of scales colliding could be heard. More than four hundred soldiers of the Flying Swallow Army cupped their fists at the same time.
They did not even know who the young man standing at the entrance of the courtyard was, or what his name was. But they respected him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Go in and see if the Imperial Inspector is dead or alive."
Li Miaozhen's voice was a little hollow.
"Yes!"
The centurion walked past Xu Qi 'an and ran into the courtyard.
Behind the crowd, the devastatingly beautiful Susu stood quietly in a corner, staring at Xu Qi 'an in a daze.
"Are you an idiot …"
…
"Clang …"
The centurion pushed the door open and saw the people sitting cross-legged on the ground. He also saw the Imperial Inspector Zhang, who was unharmed, but his face was pale.
Everyone had a look of despair on their faces.
The centurion was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly said, "I am a Baihu of the Flying Swallow Army. Li Hu, you are saved."
Flying Swallow Army?!
The night watchmen looked at each other. Although they did not understand why the Flying Swallow Army would appear here, the battle cries outside had indeed stopped.
They were saved.
Escape from a desperate situation.
"Hu …" Imperial Inspector Zhang staggered. His tense nerves finally relaxed. He used all his strength to hold onto the table to prevent himself from falling.
"Where's Ning Yan …" Inspector Zhang asked, "The one outside, the copper gong?"
The night watchmen who had just escaped from death all looked over.
The official suddenly looked away, not daring to look into their eyes. There was hope in their eyes, a desire to hear good news from their own mouths.
"He … died in battle."
…
Imperial Inspector Zhang stumbled out of the main hall, passed through the courtyard and arrived in front of Xu Qi 'an.
But what he saw was only a broken human figure, covered with arrows and knife wounds. There was no sign of life.
For some reason, the teenager's last words echoed in his ears.
The chivalrous spirit of a young man befriended the heroes of the five capitals. Liver and gallbladder cavity, hair standing erect. In a promise, live and die together. A promise is worth a thousand gold.
A promise is worth a thousand gold …
At this moment, the Imperial Inspector sat paralyzed on the ground, tears rolling down his face.
…
Outside the city.
Rows of ballistae fired, the clear sound of bowstrings reverberated. Cannons fired one after another, the rumbling sounds were deafening.
Lines of formations lit up under Yang Qianhuan's feet. They all had different functions. Sometimes, it was a strong wind that carried the arrows, increasing their penetrative power. Sometimes, it was a change of direction to chase after the enemy.
Sometimes, it was to summon flames to increase the explosive power of the cannons. Sometimes, it was to simply summon lightning to kill the enemy.
"I am proficient in 36 types of formations, 20 of which are offensive techniques. Killing an ant like you is as easy as snapping my fingers." Yang Qianhuan snorted coldly.
"But if you take back what you said earlier …"
"What words?"
Dream Shaman who had already summoned his fighting soul several times was in a sorry state. Even though his fighting power was unparalleled, he could not touch Yang Qianhuan who had mastered the Teleportation Formation.
"Just now, you said that I am not qualified to save someone from your hands. Man, you have succeeded in provoking my anger. "
"So what if I take it back? So what if I don't?"
"If I take it back, I will leave your corpse intact. If I don't, I will turn you into ashes. You sorcerers are not good at killing. A battlefield with mountains of corpses is the sorcerers' home ground. As for this place, I have the final say. "
"You can't stop me if I want to leave."
Dream Shaman slapped the air and the cannons exploded. He was pushed back by the frenzied airwave and blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
"Now that Inspector Zhang and Jiang Lvzhong are dead, when the army from the mountains arrives, you can only escape back to the capital city."
Speaking of this, Dream Shaman's heart suddenly palpitated. He frowned and retreated while pinching his fingers to calculate.
To a diviner, palpitations meant an omen.
"How is this possible …" Dream Shaman exclaimed.
He had calculated the danger, which came from Jiang Lvzhong. However, he should have died without any chance of survival.
Before the operation, he had made a divination. The divination showed that everything would go smoothly today. But now, everything was different.
The divination showed that it was a bad omen.
Who blocked the heavenly secrets?
"Boom, boom, boom …"
At the end of the horizon, a figure rushed over. He was still far away in the sky a moment ago, but in the next moment, he was right in front of them.
It was Jiang Lvzhong with a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes.
The violent Qi dynamic was like a surging tide, showing the owner's boundless rage.
…
In the hall of the courier station.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao stood guard in the hall. Only a copper gong was left upstairs to look after the prisoner.
Both of them placed their sabers on the table. None of them spoke. They just sat there in silence. The atmosphere had been like this for an hour.
Suddenly, both of their ears moved at the same time. They heard the rustling of wheels and stopped at the entrance of the courier station.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao grabbed their sabers and ran out. In the courtyard, they saw Inspector Zhang, the copper gongs, and Li Miaozhen with her high ponytail.
Their faces were engraved with sorrow. They were silent.
"Where's Ning Yan? Where's Xu Ningyan? "Song Tingfeng looked around the crowd but did not see his colleagues.
"Outside," a copper gong said in a low voice.
Song Tingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He rushed out regardless of everything. Then, he saw Xu Qi 'an in the horse carriage outside the courier station.
His face was covered by a robe. Song Tingfeng could recognize him because of the saber in his hand.
Song Tingfeng stretched out his trembling hand and tore off the robe.
An hour ago, his comrade was still full of vigor. Now, he was expressionless. He was gone forever.
Song Tingfeng stood there with his head lowered for perhaps five or six seconds. Suddenly, "Ah …" He let out a heart-wrenching howl.
"Restrain your grief …" A copper gong walked over with tears in his eyes.
"Get lost!" Zhu Guangxiao kicked him away.
Song Tingfeng was still howling there. "F * ck your grief. My brother is gone, and you want me to restrain my grief … Give me back my brother, give me back my brother … Argh argh argh …"
…
In the dusky world, Xu Qi 'an saw the small temple again. There was a handsome young monk sitting cross-legged in the temple.
"Master …" Xu Qi 'an said in grief and indignation, "I think I'm dead. I want to send my regards to all the females in your family. I wonder if it's convenient?"
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