Ye Xiwen slowly followed behind these people at a moderate pace. His celestial step had been cultivated to a very profound level, so keeping up with these people was not a difficult task at all.
Ye Xiwen followed the crowd all the way to a remote valley outside the city.
Great Qingcheng City lord Zhao Yan was leading the people of Great Qingcheng City, about 50 people, all the way at a very fast speed.
Not far behind them were the people of Black Magic Valley. Black Magic Valley lord Wen Bin was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, but his face was filled with a sinister look.
"Be careful, there are people behind us!" Great Qingcheng City lord seemed to have discovered the people of Black Magic Valley behind them.
"Ha ha ha, worthy of being the lord of Great Qingcheng City!" Black Magic Valley lord Wen Bin laughed and said. His voice was hoarse, and when he laughed loudly, it was as if his voice had cracked.
Since he had been discovered, the Valley Master of the Black Demon Valley did not hesitate and immediately led his people to attack.
"It's you, old devil Wen!" Great Qingcheng City lord Zhao Yan said while his eyes narrowed.
"Hehe, Zhao Lord, you are also a hero of your generation, single-handedly standing firm in Great Qingcheng City, I will not deceive you, hand over the Xiantian pellet and I will leave immediately. Later, our Black Magic Valley will reward you handsomely!" Wen Bin said with a hoarse smile.
"You want to declare war on our Great Qingcheng City, declare war on our Great Yue State, are you not afraid of the imperial army?" Zhao Yan indifferently said.
"You don't need to scare me, declare war on the Great Yue State? I don't have such a big heart, how can the Great Yue State pay attention to such a small character like me, moreover, do you think I don't know that you and the Great Qingcheng City's guards are already incompatible like fire and water, they can't wait for you to die as soon as possible, and you still want them to help you, humph! "Wen Bin sneered again and again, exposing Zhao Yan's words.
"Retreat, you protect the young master and retreat first!" Zhao Yan suddenly shouted, he understood that at this time, Zhao Qiyan was just a burden, he was a Xiantian master, he could come and go freely, as long as Zhao Qiyan was not here, he would be able to fight.
"Want to leave? Simple as you think! "Wen Bin sneered and shouted," Kill them! "
Wen Bin shouted loudly and the people of Black Magic Valley rushed towards the people of Great Qingcheng City on the opposite side.
It was as if two torrents had crashed into each other.
Beside Wen Bin and Zhao Yan were the elites of their respective forces. Although there weren't many of them, they were all incomparably fierce. Every move they made was vicious and fierce.
Wen Bin and Zhao Yan slammed into each other.
Zhao Yan brandished his long spear and a majestic aura burst out from his body. He was like a peerless general sweeping across the battlefield. Even a few disciples of the Black Demon Valley who were faster than him were unable to block his spear.
Wen Bin's long sword was like a venomous snake that wanted to devour people. One sword cut the throat, one move to kill. It was incomparably frightening. It was like a snake coming out of its hole, attacking Zhao Yan's neck.
Boom! Zhao Yan thrusted his long spear and fiercely collided with Wen Bin's long sword. Suddenly, a burst of terrible Qi was stirred up. Blue Zhen Qi and blood-red Zhen Qi collided violently, issuing an explosive sound that shook the air.
Both of them were Xiantian level masters, so when they fought, the terrifying Xiantian Zhen Qi wantonly wantonly created bursts of wind.
Zhao Yan was obviously stronger than Wen Bin. His long spear was like a dragon as it repeatedly attacked.
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
Sounds of gold and iron colliding could be heard. In this kind of life and death battle, neither side dared to be careless.
However, Black Magic Valley's Dean Wen Bin was obviously weaker than Zhao Yan and soon fell into a disadvantageous position.
"Bloody Hand School's friends, why don't you come out? Let's first join forces to take down the people of Great Qingcheng City. As for the Xiantian pellet, we can slowly discuss it later. "Black Magic Valley's Dean Wen Bin suddenly said.
"Ha ha ha, good, let's first join forces to get rid of Zhao Yan." Bloody Hand School's Dean An Yuan laughed and appeared with the disciples of Bloody Hand School.
At this time, Zhao Yan's complexion finally changed. He was still confident in dealing with Wen Bin, but now with the addition of An Yuan, perhaps today's situation would not be good.
An Yuan soon joined the besiegement of Zhao Yan. Under the siege of two great Xiantian masters, Zhao Yan almost immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.
Ye Xiwen did not continue to watch, but circled around and went in the direction of Great Qingcheng City's young lord, Zhao Yan.
After bypassing the canyon, there was a mountain forest. Zhao Qiyan and other people hurriedly rushed towards the mountain forest.
"Young lord, don't go, it's too quiet in front!" Suddenly, an experienced guard of Zhao Qiyan's team said. In that mountain forest, there was actually not a single sound, which was too abnormal.
"Quickly, let's go back, as long as we return to Great Qingcheng City, these rebels will die, I will personally lead the army to destroy Black Magic Valley." Zhao Qiyan said in a cold voice.
"Young lord, hand over the Xiantian pellet and I will let you go this time!" A slightly cold laughter came from a hillside, Zhao Qiyan looked and saw that it was actually the young lord of Bloody Hand School, An Yunpeng.
"An Yunpeng, your Bloody Hand School really has the guts of a leopard, you actually dare to ambush this young master!" Zhao Qiyan shouted.
"Zhao Qiyan, do you really think you are a big shot, do you think your father will come to save you now? He can't even protect himself now, hand over the Xiantian pellet, otherwise, I will not be polite! "An Yunpeng's pale face showed a slight sneer.
"Guards, listen to my order, kill all the people of Bloody Hand School!" Zhao Qiyan, who had always been arrogant, suddenly shouted in anger after hearing An Yunpeng's words.
The people of Great Qingcheng City and the people of Bloody Hand School, under the command of the young lord of both sides, strangled each other, although compared to the battlefield of Zhao Yan, Wen Bin, An Yuan and other people, but the degree of cruelty was not bad.
As soon as the two sides collided, more than a dozen people fell to the ground, blood flowed out.
Zhao Qiyan pulled out his spear and rushed straight towards An Yunpeng.
Both sides were the elites of their respective forces, all of them were masters of Houtian ninth stage, and they were less than 30 years old, but the strength of a force could be seen from the cultivation of disciples of Xiantian realm and above.
An Yunpeng's pair of bloody hands shot out, and the smell of blood instantly permeated the entire battlefield. The blood of the dead warriors made his' Bloody Hand School 'even more powerful, plus his skill was obviously higher than Zhao Qiyan's.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhao Qiyan was suppressed by An Yunpeng and fell into a disadvantageous position.
The guards around Zhao Qiyan were soon slaughtered by the disciples of Bloody Hand School, who had the numerical advantage.
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