"Those bandits actually used demonic arts to break into the city! How hateful! How hateful! "
"I want nothing more than to go back and fight those bandits!"
"Fight them to the death!"
Dozens of riders were covered in blood and most of them were covered in wounds. Although they had abandoned their helmets and armor, they wanted nothing more than to turn around and fight their pursuers and reunite with their brothers, wives, and children!
But they were afraid. They were afraid to turn around and see the fire rising into the sky. They were afraid to remember their comrades falling one by one like harvested wheat …
What had happened before tonight was not a battle of equal strength!
The enemy had suddenly attacked, but before the two sides had clashed, black smoke had spread out. The soldiers that had been caught in the black smoke all fell to the ground, black blood flowing out of their orifices as they died.
The city had been breached, and the enemy hadn't lost a single soldier. The Marquis of Shangde had led his generals to fight to the death, but they had also attracted a monstrous demonic fire …
All of this hadn't taken too much time. Thinking about it now, it was like a terrifying nightmare.
This group of soldiers had been the personal guards of the Marquis of Shangde. When the city had been breached, the Marquis of Shangde had been ordered to take the Little Princess and open a bloody path …
The Marquis's daughter couldn't actually be called a Princess because of the Marquis of Shangde's hard work. However, the Imperial Family didn't allow the Marquis of Shangde to give the Princess the title of Princess.
Now, the Princess seemed to have lost her mind. She was tied to the saddle with a rope and carried by the flood of people towards the mountains.
But behind her, there were still over a thousand elite riders!
At the entrance of the mountain, the captain of the guards shouted a few times. The twenty riders at the back pulled on the reins and faced the flood of people several dozen zhang behind them.
"We'll bring up the rear! Defend this place! "
"We can't lose the Princess! Quickly take the Princess and continue forward! Don't turn back! "
"Hurry!"
The Little Princess's empty eyes now had a bit of light in them. But in that light, there was despair, confusion, and sorrow.
She turned her head and shouted in a shrill voice, "Everyone, hurry! Not there! "
"Princess!" The burly guard captain turned his head and looked in the direction of his young master. He was originally a Death Warrior of the Marquis's Mansion and was entrusted with the duty of protecting the Princess 16 years ago by the Marquis. He was conscientious and never slacked off day and night.
When the Marquis of Shangde had died on the city walls, he had not shed a single tear.
When his parents, wife, and children were burned by the demon fire in the city, his eyes were red.
Now, when he turned his head and saw the familiar figure being protected by his comrades as they rushed up the mountain path, his tiger-like eyes were filled with tears, and he roared a few times towards the sky.
Survive! The princess! You must survive!
"Block the mountain pass! Not one step back! "
"Kill!"
More than twenty guards covered in blood were like more than twenty Asuras exuding ferocious killing intent. They lined up in a row and blocked the mountain pass.
Not all of them were willing to face death with equanimity. Even the guard captain's eyes were filled with despair, reluctance, and flickering.
But more than that, he was resolute.
Due to the terrain, the majority of the enemy cavalry began to slow down. However, the dozens of cavalry at the very front did not slow down and rushed towards the personal guards blocking the way.
"Charge! They are already at the end of their rope! "
"Come on!"
"Kill!" The guard captain raised the long saber in his hand. More than twenty cavalry charged in the opposite direction, and their shouts became more and more shrill …
These people did not notice that in the forest on the side, a figure was running quickly. With a few soft sounds, he had already disappeared, leaving only a soft sigh.
Yang Jian knew that he could not save those people.
It was not that he was willing, but that he was not in the position to save them, nor did he have the leisure to do so.
With the strength of nearly ten thousand kilograms in one arm, he could throw a few mountain rocks and naturally intimidate this group of mortal guards.
However, to save the weaker side, he would definitely have to kill more people from the stronger side. What did these people have to do with him? What hatred did they have?
In Yang Jian's opinion, taking people's lives was a big deal, and he could not reach the realm of indifference to human lives for the time being.
The bravery of the more than twenty cavalry stirred his heart.
Their determination in the face of millions of people made him respect them.
However, that was all.
The only person he wanted to save was that Xiao Junzhu. He probably couldn't bear to see this kind of beautiful and delicate person perish. It was just a little bit of selfishness.
The soldiers on both sides were just "tools" of the people in power. Although they were tainted with negative karma, they were not different from each other.
On the other hand, if Yang Jian had the chance, he would definitely kill the old demon from Burnt City.
Negative karma …
Yang Jian frowned and kept thinking about what his master had said to him that day.
His master said that doing good could accumulate merit, and doing evil would increase negative karma. He might be fine normally, but when the calamity came, he would naturally settle it.
If there was too much merit, the power of merit would be added to his body and he would be protected by the Heavenly Dao. On the other hand, if there was too much negative karma, he would naturally be punished by the Heavenly Dao.
How vicious was that old demon? He had sacrificed his Dharma treasure and actually destroyed a city of living beings. However, why didn't the Heavenly Dao punish him?
Could it be that the so-called Heavenly Dao is just a joke? Can cultivators be unscrupulous in their actions!
Yang Jian clenched his fists. He still could not let go of that old demon and pursed his lips.
He followed the group of people who were protecting the little princess. They were galloping on the mountain path while Yang Jian was leaping in the forest on both sides.
Yang Jian suddenly thought of the young cultivator who came with a sword and repelled the demon. The words that the other party shouted, "The world will fall and the demons will run rampant", seemed to be the answer to his current problem.
"I was sent here to cultivate by my master only because the power of the Heavenly Dao is weak and will not suppress my Xuan skills. Is there any difference between me and that old Daoist?"
No, it was completely different.
He cultivated alone and never had the intention to harm others!
Even when the Marquis of Shangde tried to use his daughter to rope in Yang Jian, it was also a scheme. However, Yang Jian turned around and left. He was not angry, nor did he kill or set fire.
Perhaps it was because his soul had transmigrated and he had always maintained the heart of the mortal world from his previous life. He felt that human life was not noble or cheap, and that life and death were important matters. He was also a little shy and could not really be aloof.
He smiled. How long had he been cultivating …
Yang Jian stopped beside a mountain stream and suddenly thought of what would happen if the spiritual energy in this world completely disappeared.
The world would fall?
Would this world wither and die?
Then what would happen to the billions of living beings that lived here?
Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back and thought quietly. His eyes were always on the silver white armor that was still conspicuous in the night.
The group of people was divided into two groups. One group had about a dozen people. They brought the little princess down from their horses and headed towards the dense forest nearby.
The other group continued to ride and lead the horses, continuing along the small path, pretending to be a diversion.
Perhaps, there was no need for him to save her.
Yang Jian shook his head and was about to retreat when he suddenly heard a few screams coming from the forest. The screams were mixed with an indescribable fear.
In the forest under the cover of the night, a cloud of grey smoke floated by. The mountain wind seemed to carry the wailing of ghosts.
Oh no!
Yang Jian directly jumped down from the mountain and rushed towards the forest like the wind.
He was very fast. More than a dozen guards followed the little princess. At this time, they had bought some time for Yang Jian to arrive.
Although these guards had exchanged their lives for this period of time, before they fell, their eyes were full of despair. They could not see any possibility of the person they were protecting escaping.
"Hurry up, princess!"
"Take the princess away!"
Yang Jian rushed to a distance of a thousand feet. The last guard who stood in front of the delicate figure slowly fell to the ground. He did not shout for the princess to leave, but only a shrill scream.
Yang Jian could see in the night. At this time, he saw the figures in the open space in the forest. He could not help but clench his iron fist!
If he had followed them all the time and did not want to leave … These people …
But Yang Jian immediately took a deep breath and expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind.
He did not feel any danger. The magic did not give him any warning. This made Yang Jian no longer have any doubts.
"No … Ah …"
After all, the little princess was young. At this time, she had already collapsed. She fell helplessly on the grass covered with dead leaves. Her hands touched the muddy blood.
In front of her, there was a pale-faced young cultivator in a light grey Daoist robe. He looked to be in his twenties, and he had a sinister smile on his face as he approached the young princess step by step.
"I didn't expect that Master would leave me here and not let me share any benefits. Instead, he gave me a great fortune."
The man's eyes were filled with lust. He walked towards the little princess step by step. The blood-red wooden sword in his hand rippled.
"Pearl of the northwest, you are a beauty that many high officials and nobles yearn for day and night. Today, you are mine! Hahaha! Hahahaha! "
The young cultivator raised his head and laughed crazily.
In the midst of his laughter, a question suddenly appeared. His voice was low and carried some kind of irresistible power.
"The one who burned the city is your master?"
"Who … is it!" The man suddenly turned his head. But before he could do anything, he felt an iron hammer hit the back of his head. The hit scattered the Spiritual Qi all over his body. His eyes rolled back and he directly passed out.
"Humph! Then it will be difficult for you to die! "
Yang Jian grabbed the young cultivator's belt and lifted him like a chick. Then, he looked at the little princess with a somewhat complicated look.
If Little Chan 'er suffered like this, she …
"It's okay. Don't be afraid."
Unexpectedly, Yang Jian's voice was so gentle that even he did not expect it to be.
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