Even though Yan Li had been through hundreds of battles and encountered all kinds of opponents, he had never met such a huge guy who was as fast as lightning. Putting aside the fact that he was a Desolate Man, judging from his size, no one would have thought of this.
If he suddenly burst out at the moment of life and death, he could probably decide the outcome. But he revealed his trump card as soon as the fight began. He spoke the common language fluently, but did he not learn the cunning of humans?
This was obviously out of Yan Li's expectation.
His right hand was still very swollen and painful. He was afraid that he could not hold the sword, which meant that he could only hold the sword with his left hand.
He was not a sinister and eccentric guy. Of course, he did not secretly practice using his left hand as a trump card. In fact, he was not much better than an ordinary swordsman when he held the sword with his left hand.
What he had cultivated were all sword arts that focused more on killing power. Only the [Green Lotus Sword Song] had a little supporting effect, but even the [Green Lotus Sword Song] would not be of any use at this time.
Therefore, the only thing that was useful was to lose face and dignity. Therefore, without thinking, he rolled on the roof. At this critical moment, he felt a cold wind sweep across his cheek, leaving a long bloody wound.
Boom!
A slightly smaller stone house behind the stone house collapsed with a loud bang, almost smashing into pieces.
It was just a collision with his body, but it was so powerful. Yan Li's face changed.
Not only him, but all the soldiers lying in ambush on the cliff also changed their faces. Their blood boiling morale was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water. Not only did it extinguish their desire to fight, but it also made them recall all kinds of legends of the Desolate Man.
This change was not entirely because of the Desolate Man. Although the Desolate Man was strong, it was not that no cultivator could deal with him. But Yan Li's performance was really disappointing. In the eyes of the weak, the strong were always superior. Even if their heads were cut off, they would not frown. Even if he knew that it was to save his life, and he knew that if it was him, he would not have a better way. But this also meant that Yan Li was forced into a desperate situation.
Even he was forced into a desperate situation. Was there still a need to fight this battle?
At this moment, if he said anything about killing them all, it would be a joke. Initially, when they heard the news, they thought that a miracle had descended upon them. But now, they realized that there was no miracle at all. It was just the arrogance and complacency of a fellow who had been placed on a pedestal. Furthermore, it had been too long since they had performed any meritorious deeds that they had been blinded by it.
Was the Desolate someone someone like them could deal with?
Keaton walked out of the darkness, bathed in the blazing firelight. His eyes were as cold as a knife. "Next time, you won't be so lucky." He thought that Yan Li had abandoned his dignity and face for this move of his and thought that he was lucky.
Yan Li said expressionlessly, "The next one to be smashed will be you."
Even the members of the West Mountain Camp were able to discern that Chen Xi was putting on a brave front, and they couldn't help but feel even more disappointed and want to retreat in their hearts.
Keaton moved again. His figure flashed again, but the explosion in the air was the clearest signal.
Without thinking, Yan Li jumped in the direction of the bonfire. Keaton's speed seemed to be even more terrifying. He reacted quickly this time and should have completely avoided it, but he was unable to avoid the aftershocks.
His back was swept by the aftershocks and immediately became a bloody mess. His entire body fell ungracefully to the ground, right next to the bonfire.
Keaton's figure appeared in the air, and he landed on a roof with a hideous smile. "This is the last attack, I'll send you on your way!"
At this time, Yan Li was still lying on the ground, motionless.
All the soldiers of the West Mountain Camp could not bear to watch. In their minds, Yan Li would definitely be smashed into minced meat by Keaton, just like the people that the Desolate had killed. He was just one of them. Whether he was a rising star on the Heaven's Favorite List or the young master Yanshan Robber, a dead person was not even worth a fart. A dead person was a dead person.
"Let's retreat," Hu Bugui said coldly.
It was already their limit to join forces to deal with a Desolate Man soldier. If there was another Desolate Man soldier with strange speed, there was no chance of victory.
Among the five cavalry officers, the one who made the decision the fastest was Pei Qianlai, but Hu Bugui spoke first.
Seeing that there was no benefit to be gained, Pei Qianlai immediately said, "I won't stay behind to be buried with him. Once he dies, the Desolate Men will definitely come to search. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to."
After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared. He did not even care about his own subordinates.
Zhang Donglin looked at Wang Chuan, waiting for him to make a decision.
Sun Lei still looked gentle and quiet. His skin was dark, and he looked like he had merged with the night, like a ghost. Although he did not look at Wang Chuan, he was also waiting for Wang Chuan to make a decision.
Wang Chuan frowned hesitantly. He had a bad habit. No matter what happened, he always frowned. Of course, he did not only have this expression, but whenever he was hesitating, he would always have this expression.
He suddenly looked at Ji Zhiyuan and said, "Are you his maid?"
"Yes," Ji Zhiyuan said.
It was difficult for low-level soldiers like them to see Ji Zhiyuan, so she was not afraid of being recognized.
Wang Chuan said, "I have been studying Yan Li and Yanshan Robber for a period of time. I know that he has a beautiful maid, but she is definitely not as old as you, and I have never heard of him having a subordinate like you."
"Cooking, washing, serving, and water," Ji Zhiyuan said lightly. "I only know these, of course you have not heard of them."
Wang Chuan said, "If a woman knows these, it is very impressive."
Ji Zhiyuan did not say anything.
Wang Chuan said again, "Do you think he will lose?"
"No," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"Oh?" Wang Chuan's eyes lit up.
"Do you think there is still a chance of winning or losing in this situation?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Wang Chuan froze, then his face turned pale. He understood what Ji Zhiyuan meant: in this situation, of course there was no chance of winning or losing. Everyone could see that there was only life and death.
Life and death, victory and defeat, Yan Li had experienced this many times.
But this time, it seemed to be especially dangerous.
Keaton had already moved.
But Yan Li did not die.
He somehow dodged Keaton's sure-kill attack and stood up shakily.
Leaving Cliff had appeared in his hands at some point.
He looked like he was going to counterattack.
Keaton's expression turned ugly, but then he laughed sinisterly, "Let's see how long you can last!"
Next, he launched a fierce attack, but no matter how fast he increased his speed, Yan Li would always dodge at the last moment.
Although he dodged very pathetically, he still managed to dodge.
Keaton's expression became even uglier. He felt that the surrounding clansmen were looking at him with less respect.
Although he was still in awe of her, this small difference had severely hurt his self-esteem.
Tear him apart!
He moved again.
This time, however, they discovered something that was out of everyone's expectations.
Tournu, who was originally standing in the crowd, the Desolate Man warrior with broken arms, suddenly rushed towards Yan Li, who was next to the bonfire. He pounced forward halfway and slid his feet like a pair of scissors, entangling Yan Li's legs and firmly nailing him to the ground.
Yan Li's expression changed.
Anyone could see that he was using all his attention to deal with Keaton. Who would have thought that Tournu would suddenly make a move?
Not to mention him, even the soldiers of the West Mountain Camp who were watching from the side did not expect this.
Some of them could not bear to watch anymore and turned their heads to the side.
Wang Chuan sighed. Just as he was about to give the order to withdraw his troops, something unimaginable happened.
With a muffled bang, a shadow was sent flying by Keaton.
But it was not Yan Li who was sent flying. Yan Li was still in the same place, safe and sound.
The shadow that was sent flying rolled on the ground a few times and was finally seen clearly.
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