Chapter 869

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 speak, 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, Yin Gong did not say anything. He cupped his fists at Jiang Lüzhong.

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 sound as a sharp arrow shot out.

Bang, bang, bang …

The rest of the night watchmen raised their crossbows and shot.

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.

Zhao Yinluo leaped high and flew in front of the magistrate.

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.

Yinluo jumped high and flew for dozens of feet.

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.

Yinluo's attacks. They dashed forward, leaving shadows behind them as they worked together to kill the Yinluo.

Yinluo, and the four Yinluo Gong 'Yman.

Due to the occasional conflicts between Daibun and the Witchcraft Sect, the information about wizards below Rank Four and Rank Four was very detailed in the night watchmen's office.

Rank Nine wizards could turn living people into puppets and use secret spells to stimulate their potential. By burning their blood essence, they could give an ordinary person great combat power. The more powerful they were, the faster their blood essence would be burned until they ran out of energy.

At the same time, Rank Nine wizards could also stimulate the potential of their companions at the cost of burning their blood essence. That was why they were called Blood Spirits.

The ability of a Rank Eight Sorcerer was to cast a curse. Based on the eight characters of birth, personal items, blood, and bodily fluids as a medium, the curse could kill the target. Therefore, an Eighth Rank Wizard was known as a "Spell Master".

Their advantage was that they were unpredictable and hard to defend against.

Their disadvantage was that they could only curse targets that were lower than their own level.

Rank Seven wizards were called Spirit Mediums. They could manipulate corpses and ghosts. Both Daibun and the demons in the north had suffered from Spirit Mediums on the battlefield.

Rank Six wizards were called Diviners. They were good at divination and could avoid calamity. A Magus of this realm could only be described with two words: stable and passive!

They could be described with one word: stable as an old dog.

They didn't need to look at the almanac when they went out. They only needed to do a divination to know whether the day was good or bad.

Rank Five wizards were called Zhu Ji. They could summon the War Soul of their ancestors through a ceremony and possess them. If the War Soul was a Warrior, then Zhu Ji would be a Warrior. If it was a Taoist, then Zhu Ji would be a Taoist, and so on.

The limitation was that they could only summon War Souls of the same level.

Rank Four wizards were the level of the magistrate. Dream Witchcraft. They walked in dreams and killed people without a trace. The most effective way to deal with a Dream Witchcraft was not to sleep.

"I won't give him a chance to set up a ceremony or ask for a War Soul to possess me!" Zhao Yinluo encouraged himself.

At that moment, he heard a murmur. He turned his head and saw a neglected official. He cut his wrist and used his blood to draw a strange and complicated array pattern on the ground.

He muttered some cryptic and profound syllables under his breath.

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 above 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 above 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 Witchcraft, 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 hall, like the roar of an old beast at the end of its rope.

It was the incompetent and furious Jiang Lüzhong. His eyes were red, and his face was twisted with anger.

The surviving 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. Being bad at close combat was only relative to other systems of the same rank.

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhao Yinluo shouted, causing the gongs to quiver.

At this moment, the 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 shouted.

"Noisy."

However, reality was cruel. Dream Witchcraft, who was disguised as the magistrate, raised his hand. His Qi gathered in his palm and pressed down hard.

A shockwave was born in the air, and the ripples spread.

The night watchmen, including Zhao Yinluo, felt as if their chests had been hit. They spat out blood and flew backward.

One move was all it took to cripple the night watchmen.

Jiang Lüzhong 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 Witchcraft clenched his fist again. The time for the Fighting Soul to possess him was limited. He did not want to waste time talking to Jiang Lüzhong.

After all, the main event was to take control of the City of White Emperor, gather the bandits, and attack the prefectures and counties. They had to conquer Yunzhou before the imperial court could react.

The Witchcraft Cult had been plotting for years. Today was the day to harvest the fruits of their labor.

He punched out. His Qi rubbed against the air and let out a deep roar. It hit the hall.

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 hall, and the whole hall shook.

Jiang Lüzhong was also shocked. He hurriedly crawled over and held his dying subordinate in his arms.

The moment he touched Zhao Yinluo, Jiang Lüzhong 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 the Warrior's stubbornness.

Zhao Yinluo had always been a stubborn man. He always acted in his own way and repeatedly disobeyed Jiang Lüzhong's orders, like how he flung his hand away just now.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Lüzhong 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 have another 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, not to extort more than 10 copper coins from the peddlers, and not to extort more than 3 copper coins from the restaurants.

"Do you know, we all laugh at you in private. You even have to make rules for corruption. You are the only one in the world. We silver gongs, on the surface, listen to you, but in fact, we are still as greedy as we should be. Otherwise, how can you afford so many concubines … Sorry, boss, I've let you down.

"So, don't be sad for people like us. According to the rules set by Duke Wei, I should be dragged to the market to be beheaded.

"Old Tang likes to drink. If you can survive, remember to pour two 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 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 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 troops 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 the problem with the account book, according to our plan, we only pushed Yang Chuannan to be the scapegoat.

"I didn't expect the Qi Gang to be so stupid and expose the secret of their cooperation with us. It brought you here.

"What surprised me even more was that a mere gong was able to do this. It completely messed up my plans. 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 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. In its hand was 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 I keep calling him 'that copper gong'?"

There was blood on him, 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 city 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.

She asked in a low voice, "Why did you close the gate?"

Number three … Xu Qi'an that bastard was right. The gate was indeed closed, but Li Miaozhen did not recklessly break into the city and kill people. She did not personally come to the top of the city to question them.

"Clang …" A general pulled out his sword and pointed it at Li Miaozhen. "Kill without mercy."

She did not explain and directly attacked.

Then there was nothing more to say. Li Miaozhen's gaze turned sharp.

Twang, twang, twang … Amidst the crisp sound of bowstrings, dozens of arrows shot towards Li Miaozhen.

She did not dodge. Instead, she patted her pouch and a gust of chilly wind came out, entangling the arrows and changing their flight pattern.

The arrows brushed past Li Miaozhen. The archers became masters of body painting.

"Clang!"

The flying sword on Li Miaozhen's waist was unsheathed and turned into a silver lightning. It flew past the necks of the soldiers and took their lives.

Clip-Clop, clip-clop, clip-clop … The Flying Swallow Army galloped over, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Four centurions of the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm led the sergeants of the Spirit Refinement Realm to the top of the city wall. They cooperated with Li Miaozhen's flying sword to kill the soldiers.

"Master, you haven't used the flying sword for a long time …" The female ghost Susu landed on the spear and hugged Li Miaozhen's waist from behind.

This flying sword was a magic instrument given to Li Miaozhen by the Tenzō of Taoism. She did not usually use it, 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 governor's assassination?"

"No, it's because of a bitch."

"…"

Susu frowned. She wanted to say something but stopped. Did she forget that she was the Tenzō Shōnin? The Tenzō's motto was to forget emotions and not be happy or sad. However, after leaving the mountain for a few years, Li Miaozhen became more and more impulsive. She hated evil more and more.

She had forcefully turned herself into the righteous Flying Swallow Heroine.

The title of Flying Swallow Heroine was mainly due to her flying sword, which was as light as a swallow and could kill people without leaving a trace. Secondly, she was a righteous and righteous person. Wherever there was injustice, she would fly there.

The Flying Swallow Army once again displayed their invincible strength. They quickly eliminated the guards on the top of the city wall. Then, a Warrior of the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm smashed open the city gate.

Li Miaozhen leaped up and descended. She grabbed the spear and pulled it out. Then, she 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. Instead, you came to hell." Dream Witch laughed after a short moment of shock.

Clatter! Xu Qi 'an leaped down from the top of 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.

Indeed, he couldn't leave because Dream Witch had locked on to him. Dream Witch was slowly clenching her fist. The black smoke above her head surged slightly as if she was accumulating strength.

"Ningyan, you …" Inspector Zhang closed his eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

Xu Qi 'an didn't panic at all. He communicated with Shen Shu in his mind.

"Great Master, help me kill this person."

"Great Master?"

"F * ck, Great Master, are you still there? Don't play with me. "

"Great Master, I f * ck you …"

Fist energy rushed toward him. 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. The sound of the explosion was deafening. The green bricks on the ground were lifted up immediately. It was a terrifying scene.

Half of the main hall of the administrative envoy collapsed with a rumble.

After a long period of tinnitus, Xu Qi 'an heard Jiang Lvzhong's angry roar. "Yang Qianhuan, you are 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. His back was facing them.

He wasn't surprised at the appearance of Yang Qianhuan. He only 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. It was highly likely that it was Yang Qianhuan.

Just as he 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 at the scene when the silvery gongs were killed.

"I'll take you away." The formation pattern under Yang Qianhuan's feet spread out and covered 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 beard 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 his feet hard and the formation pattern spread out rapidly. 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 two silvery gongs' bodies into the hall and placed them beside Jiang Lvzhong's feet. "I'm 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 with some relief in his eyes. 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 eyes 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 and walked to the doorstep.

"Ning Yan, leave now. 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 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 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 noisy battle cries, 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. Live and die together. 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.

In front of this long knife made by the Supervisor, the armor was as fragile as a piece of paper, 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.

In the rebel army, most of them 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 more than three hundred rebels, but in the face of this unexpected army, they were no better than chopping chives. Lives were harvested one after another, and 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. She looked a little lonely.

Li Miaozhen, who was originally 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 startled, and quickly said, "I am the official of the Flying Swallow Army. Li Hu, you are saved."

Flying Swallow Army?!

The people who were responsible for the night watch 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.

They were saved from a desperate situation.

"Phew …" 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 is Ning Yan …" Imperial Inspector Zhang asked, "The one outside, where is the copper gong?"

The people who were responsible for the night watch who had escaped from death all looked over.

The official suddenly avoided their gazes. He did not dare to look at their eyes. Their eyes were filled with hope, with the desire to hear good news from his own mouth.

"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. His entire body was pierced with arrows and full of knife wounds. There was no sign of life at all.

For no reason, the young man's last words echoed in his ears.

The young man's chivalrous spirit made friends with the heroes of the five capitals. His liver and gallbladder were hollowed out, and his hair stood on end. In a promise, we will 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 on the floor, tears rolling down his face.

…

Outside the city.

Rows of crossbows were fired. The clear sound of bowstrings reverberated. Cannons were fired one after another. The booming sound was deafening.

Lines of runes lit up under Yang Qianhuan's feet. They all had different functions. Sometimes, it was a strong wind that carried the arrows, increasing their penetrating 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 runes. Among them, 20 are killing techniques. Killing an ant like you is as easy as snapping my fingers." Yang Qianhuan scoffed coldly.

"But if you take back what you said just now …"

"What did I say?"

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 Rune.

"You said just now 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 gathered in the mountains arrives, you can only run back to the capital with your tail between your legs."

Dream Shaman suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He frowned as he retreated while pinching his fingers to calculate.

To a diviner, palpitations were a sign of foreboding.

"How is this possible …" Dream Shaman exclaimed.

He had calculated the danger. The danger came from Jiang Lvzhong. However, he should have died right now, without any signs of life.

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 sign of great misfortune.

Who blocked the heavenly secrets?

"Boom, boom, boom …"

At the end of the horizon, a figure dashed 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.

His violent Qi activity was like a surging tide, showing off his master's boundless rage.

…

In the hall of the courier station.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were guarding the hall. Only Copper Gong was left upstairs to look after the prisoner.

Both of them placed their sabers on the table. Neither of them spoke as they sat in silence. This atmosphere had lasted for an hour.

Suddenly, both of their ears twitched. They heard the sound of wheels rumbling as they 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, Copper Gong, 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 colleague.

"Outside," a Copper Gong said in a low voice.

Song Tingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He rushed out recklessly. 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 that was different from the others.

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 sent him flying with a kick.

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?"