Countless life and death battles had caused Yan Li's body to react faster than his mind. His body suddenly lay flat on the ground, dodging the driver's palm blade. At the same time, his hands slapped downwards, his legs bouncing up like a bowstring. With a "bang", he hit the driver's chin.
The driver was in pain, his whole body involuntarily rising into the air.
Yan Li took advantage of the situation and somersaulted backwards, landing on the roof of the carriage. He lowered his body slightly and made a sword-drawing gesture with his right hand to the left. There was no sword at his waist, but the sword slipped out of his sleeve.
With a thought, the thin vitality stored in the middle dantian in his chest suddenly rushed to his right arm. His right arm felt as if it had gained a thousand catties of strength. Vitality was also injected into the long sword, which emitted a faint white light.
Vitality could be freely controlled. As long as it was spread to a certain meridian node in the body, that location would be greatly strengthened. The same principle applied to the long sword.
A few movements were completed in one go.
The corner of Yan Li's mouth rose slightly. With a "clang", the long sword moved at lightning speed, drawing a cold semicircle in the air.
Swoosh!
The driver's head flew into the air. Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain and fell to the ground.
The street was instantly filled with screams, like an exploding ant's nest.
At this time, the overturned carriage split into pieces with a "bang". From inside, several black-clothed people shot out, holding different weapons, fiercely pouncing over.
If a cultivator did not activate their vitality, it was difficult to distinguish their identity.
Although there was no fluctuation of vitality on these people, they were not necessarily ordinary people.
Take Yan Li for example. He was a Level Six martial artist who had just opened up the middle dantian. He could store a small amount of vitality, but as long as he did not activate it, he looked like an ordinary person.
However, his eyes were naturally different from others. He could see things that ordinary people could not.
With a glance, he quickly determined the strength of the six assassins. Among the five in front, there was only one Level Seven martial artist. The rest were ordinary people who had not even awakened their real names. Their moves were also very crude, but they were fierce enough, like desperadoes. The last one was a Level Six martial artist. He seemed to be quietly activating his vitality, waiting for Yan Li to reveal a flaw.
At this moment, the podao in the first person's hand had already chopped down.
Yan Li did not know how he moved and turned around, causing his podao to hit empty air. At the same time, he controlled his vital Qi to gather on his right shoulder and struck backwards.
That person let out a 'wa' sound, but did not vomit anything out. His chest felt increasingly heavy, and for a moment he felt dizzy.
Yan Li sneered. His left hand reached behind him, grabbed the man's shirt, and swung him around as if he was a puppet. "Bang! Bang!" Using the man's leg, Yan Li sent three people flying.
That Level Seven martial artist also used a blade, but it was a thin and long miaodao.
Just as the three men fell to the ground with miserable cries, he had already grasped the saber with both hands and seized the opportunity to rush in, stabbing straight at Yan Li's heart.
Without thinking, Yan Li used the puppet in his hand as a shield.
That Level Seven martial artist's eyes were ruthless, and he showed no mercy to his companion. He directly pierced through his companion's body, its momentum not decreasing, and its target was still Yan Li's heart.
However, he had greatly underestimated Yan Li. As soon as his saber pierced through his companion's body, Yan Li's sword had already pierced through the shield's armpit under the shield's cover.
That Level Seven martial artist's eyes were suddenly pierced by a cold light, and before he could react, his heart was pierced first.
At this point, of the seven assassins, three were dead, three were unconscious, and only the last Level Six martial artist remained.
That Level Six martial artist was like a hunter, waiting for Yan Li to reveal a flaw, so when Yan Li struck, he also moved.
He used a sword, and it was not ordinary. It could cut through iron like mud. In the midst of the dense vital Qi, it was like a bolt of white lightning, piercing straight at Yan Li's head.
He thought he had seized the opportunity to kill in one strike, but he did not know that the situation between the hunter and the prey was often reversed in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, just as the shield was about to fall, Yan Li's left index and middle fingers suddenly pressed together, clamping onto the blade of the miaodao that had already pierced through his body. With a crisp "ping" sound, the blade of the miaodao broke, and like a hidden weapon, it turned into a cold light and shot out.
With a scream, that Level Six martial artist's right shoulder suddenly bled, and his longsword fell from his hand.
He fell to the ground, glared hatefully at Yan Li, and then fled without looking back.
He could not understand. They were both Level Six martial artists, but why was the difference in strength so great?
In fact, in addition to his rich experience in fighting, Yan Li also had the ability to see through opportunities.
Only by knowing oneself and knowing the enemy could one see through the situation. Yan Li first determined the enemy's strength at first glance, then formulated a countermeasure, and invited the opponent step by step into the trap.
Yan Li spared his life naturally because he wanted to see who would use this method to welcome him.
He pulled out his longsword, shook off the bloodstains, and hid in his sleeve like a spirit snake. His body fell, his feet hanging upside down. He reached into the carriage, took out his bag, and chased after.
Not long after Yan Li caught up with him, two women got off a carriage that was parked behind him. They followed him and also chased after him.
The Level Six staggered into a narrow alley. At the end of it was a beautiful woman in her early forties who had been waiting for a long time. Seeing him, her face lit up, and she hurriedly took two steps forward, saying, "He's dead?"
The Level Six knelt in front of the beautiful woman, took off his mask, and said in shame, "Madam, this subordinate is useless …"
The beautiful woman's face was full of resentment. Ignoring the blood flowing from his right shoulder, she slapped him, "Trash! You can't even kill a little bastard, what use do I have for you? "
After saying that, her face was full of sorrow, "That goddamn little bastard killed my Shao 'er and Rong' er, and even the master died in his hands. If I can't avenge them, what face do I have to live in this world!"
"So it's Madam Chai."
The Level Six reflexively looked up, but it was too late. He felt a pain in his neck, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
"You … who are you …" Seeing a person fall from the sky and twist her guard's neck halfway, the beautiful woman couldn't help but turn pale with fright and take a few steps back.
The newcomer was, of course, Yan Li. He had a playful smile on his face, "You sent someone to kill me, but you don't know who I am. Isn't that funny?"
The beautiful woman's face instantly paled, and she screamed involuntarily, "My brother is the capital governor. If you kill me, he definitely won't let you go!"
Yan Li approached her step by step. He sighed and said, "You are the sister of the Governor of the Capital, but you chose to meet your guard here. It means that the Governor of the Capital didn't know that you hired assassins to kill me. How could he know that you were killed by me?"
The beautiful woman's face was filled with despair.
"If you don't want people to know, then don't do it." At this time, two women suddenly appeared from the corner behind the beautiful woman.
The one walking in front was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She had two braids, white teeth, bright eyes, and a round and rosy face. She giggled and said, "This is what my family's young miss said."
The young miss she mentioned should be the woman behind her.
This woman was about twenty years old. Her steps were calm and steady, and her landing was almost silent. She wore a white robe without any decorations, and there was a snow white jade flute at her waist. Her black hair was casually tied behind her head, and there was no makeup on her fair face. Her simple appearance revealed a noble aura.
Her appearance was slightly inferior to Li Xiang Jun, but she had a kind of indifferent and tranquil temperament, like a transcendent master. As long as one looked at her, their impetuous heart would calm down.
What was especially attractive was her pair of eyes. They were spotless, like pure and flawless glass amber, causing people to exclaim in their hearts. This was the purest place in the world.
However, this pair of almost perfect eyes lacked the intelligence that ordinary people should have. If one looked carefully, they would find that her line of sight was not focused at all.
In other words, she was a blind person.
Yan Li only needed a glance to know that she was not only blind, but also a first rank martial artist with the same cultivation as Yan Chaoyang. For some reason, the aura of a first rank martial artist could never be concealed from him.
With this kind of age and this kind of cultivation, no matter how stupid she was, she should know that her background was not ordinary.
The woman held the Nirvana Scroll in her hand. Her mouth opened slightly and said, "Willow Forest Monastery's disciple, Buddha of Wisdom, greets the two benefactors. The world of mortals is already full of troubles, so why must there be a need for revenge? For the sake of the Buddha of Wisdom, why don't you stop now?"
When one first heard the voice, it was as faint as mist, as if it had drifted over from the nine heavens, causing one's heart to be at a loss. But if one carefully savored it, the lake of one's heart would be like a gentle breeze, or like orchids in an empty valley. It would echo over and over again, becoming more and more pleasing to the ear.
The Willow Forest Monastery was located in the northwestern Youzhou. For generations, it had been close to the imperial family. Although it was not the state religion, it possessed an extremely lofty status within the imperial family.
The beautiful woman's face lit up and she hurriedly rushed over, saying, "So, so it's Little Bodhi. Please save my life. My older brother is the capital governor. I'll definitely reward you handsomely after this!"
Buddha of Wisdom, this name could be said to be like thunder piercing the ears.
This girl had lost her sight and could not see the filth of the world. Instead, she had developed a heart of glazed glass. She had awakened her true name at the age of five and broken through the three realms of Brahman at the age of thirteen. She was the most talented disciple in the history of the Willow Forest Monastery, and also the only person in the past hundred years who could cultivate the "Great Brahman Heart Sutra". Starting in the ninth year of Emperor Qi, she traveled the world alone with her flute. Wherever she went, she used the compassionate palm technique to personally mediate more than a hundred disputes. She had even persuaded seventeen groups of vicious bandits to disperse. But these were still not the most astonishing things.
What really made her famous was in a small village in the Yuan Prefecture. At that time, the village was in danger of being massacred by the Desolate Men. The nearby garrison was weak and was still waiting for reinforcements. Seeing that the village was in danger, the Buddha of Wisdom entered the village alone. An hour later, the Desolate Men, who had always been known for their cruelty and bloodthirstiness, had completely retreated.
When the reinforcements rushed in, they only saw the unharmed Buddha of Wisdom and the villagers who worshipped the gods.
This almost godly feat had completely formed the Buddha of Wisdom. From then on, she had the elegant title of "Little Bodhi" and was also known as Bodhi Buddhist.
"Who cares about your reward?" The round-faced girl blocked the beautiful woman and glared at her. "Don't taint my young lady with vulgar things."
"Yes, yes …"
"Xiao Chun, don't be rude," the Buddha of Wisdom said softly.
"Young lady, this woman is vulgar. I won't let her near you!" The little girl was as fierce as a tigress protecting her cubs. She put her hands on her hips and glared at the beautiful woman who was trying to hide behind the Buddha of Wisdom.
Yan Li stopped about nine feet away from the beautiful woman and said leisurely, "Is Bodhi Buddhist coming to Yongling at this time for the Academy's inner courtyard examination?"
The young girl grunted from her nostrils when she heard this, and her disdain revealed a strand of pride as she said, "How could my Young Miss participate in such a tacky test? His Majesty has personally written a letter to invite my Young Miss to become an instructor in the inner court."
Hearing this, the beautiful woman's eyes flashed. She turned around and shouted fearlessly, "Little bastard, do you dare to kill someone in front of the instructor?"
Yan Li smiled slightly and did not speak.
With the identity of a first-grade martial artist and an instructor, probably no one would think that he would dare to make a move. Even the Buddha of Wisdom herself did not think so.
But suddenly, Yan Li moved.
Just as the beautiful woman's voice fell, he did not move the Qi in his body. Using only his physical strength, he suddenly reached out and the sword in his sleeve almost slid out at the same time.
Swoosh!
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