Saint World Palace.
"Commander, we've taken down the Vermilion Bird Gate. What should we do with the captives?"
"Where's Ah Li?" Yan Shiyi didn't care about the captives.
Li Kuofu said, "Dragon Head went to take care of his wife. Wushuang went with him. He should be fine. "
Yan Shiyi said, "Send someone to look for him. If he's not here, there's no point in breaking into the Sky Hall."
"Wushuang is dead." Just then, a voice came from behind.
They turned and saw Yan Li limping over with a bloody corpse on his shoulder. They all shouted in shock, "Dragon Head …"
Yan Li walked up to them and put the corpse down. It was, of course, Yan Wushuang.
"Third Commander!" Sorrowful cries sounded. The Swordsmen Camp all knelt down.
"Find a place to bury him," Yan Li said.
"Wushuang!" Yan Chaoyang knelt beside the corpse, trembling. His eyes were red, and he was in great pain.
Yan Li said, "That old thing sent Zhang Dashan to kill me."
He looked extremely miserable at the moment. His outer clothes were gone, and his inner clothes were covered in blood. His hair was messy, and one of his feet was bare. The blood on his wound had solidified into bloody ice.
Everyone could already imagine what kind of fierce battle it was.
He was already exhausted. Carrying Yan Wushuang's corpse here was his limit. He collapsed after saying that.
Yan Shiyi reached out to support him. Expressionlessly, he channeled his qi into Yan Li's body.
With his qi, Yan Li managed to open his eyes. "Eleven, do you still remember our rules?"
"Of course," Yan Shiyi said coldly.
"Wait for me!" Yan Li sat down cross-legged.
Entering a meditative state at any time and place was a compulsory course for cultivators.
Only by entering a meditative state could one quickly recover their qi, and only then could they recover their stamina.
They didn't stay in a meditative state for long. About half an incense stick's time, someone had already carried Yan Wushuang's corpse to be buried. The people of Swallow Fort believed that one should be buried immediately after death. Only then could one's soul return to the sea of stars in peace.
Of course, he wouldn't be able to recover in fifteen minutes, especially with Yan Li's Essence Energy being extraordinary. However, his mobility was no longer hindered.
He stood up. Everyone was looking at him.
"Blood sacrifice," he said.
"Blood sacrifice!" The group of bandits roared.
There were not many people guarding the Vermillion Bird Gate. Liu Cheng had only sent a few as a symbolic gesture, so there were only a few hundred captives.
These hundreds of people were the first batch of victims. Their heads were chopped off and their blood flowed all over the ground.
"Continue to kill!" Yan Li's calmness was tinged with madness.
"The dragon heads have all been killed."
"No, the Spring Pond Gate!"
Spring Pond Sect.
Currently both sides were evenly matched; Liu Cheng and Zhang Shirong were evenly matched; Liu Chengfeng and Ma Guanshan and the generals under his command were evenly matched. Neither side was able to gain an advantage. The Guard Bureau could not take down Spring Pond Gate, and the Dragon Court Guards could not drive away the Guard Bureau.
The battle was at a stalemate when Liu Cheng suddenly stopped moving. Like a roc, he flew backwards and retreated to the top of the gate tower. Zhang Shirong retreated in the opposite direction. The two of them stood on different roofs and looked in the same direction.
The heavy snow covered the sky, and their vision was blurry. They could faintly see a limping person walking out of the snow.
Zhang Shirong frowned slightly. Why did this person's figure look so familiar?
The next moment, he recognized the person and could not help but be shocked. "Yan Li? Why does he look like this … Who's behind him? "
Yan Li walked out of the snow. Behind him was the bandit group that he had built up with his own hands. All of the elites were present.
Just the purple-haired and black blade Yan Shiyi alone was enough to make people panic, let alone Yan Chaoyang and Li Kuofu. The four strongest minor commanders were also recognized. Their appearances were too easy to recognize.
"Yan Li, you've come at the right time. Help me take down the rebels. Her Majesty will definitely remember you for your service!" Zhang Shirong yelled.
Ma Guanshan also saw it, and a bad feeling arose in his heart. He could not help but yell, "Yan Li, Her Majesty is in trouble. You won't leave her in the lurch, right? Think about how she tolerated you and trusted you. If a person does not even repay her kindness, how different is he from a beast? "
Yan Li smiled. "I'm here to kill the rebels."
Ma Guanshan's heart relaxed slightly, but he realized that Yan Li's smile had suddenly disappeared. "Yanshan Robber, kill all the rebels in front of you. Leave no one alive!"
"Let's work together!" Liu Cheng glanced at Zhang Shirong.
Zhang Shirong nodded and quickly reached an agreement. "Dragon Court Guards, listen up. Our current enemy is Yanshan Robber."
The Lieutenant Department's men did not need orders at all, because they would be the first to bear the brunt of Yanshan Robber's killing spree.
Liu Cheng's gaze fell on Yan Li, and he exchanged a look with Zhang Shirong. Both of them had the same thought: To capture the bandits, first capture the ringleader.
"How unfortunate."
The two of them suddenly heard a strange laugh. Their hearts trembled, and they quickly retreated.
Yan Shiyi was standing between the two of them. His figure was tall and slender, and he wore a black half-sleeve shirt on the inside and a purple shirt on the outside. His strange purple hair fluttered in the wind, and he was as beautiful as a painting. Even the snowflakes could not bear to land on him. It was as if they had turned into snow fairies dancing around him, making him look even more extraordinary.
"How dare you ignore my existence. Have you thought of an epitaph?"
Zhang Shirong said angrily, "Yan Shiyi, don't be too arrogant. I'll fight you!" After he finished speaking, his feet quickly touched the ground, and the snow on the roof burst out like fireworks. His whole body was like a bolt of lightning, and he pounced over at lightning speed. Then, he leaped up high, his hands crossed each other in the shape of a dragon's claw, and with a roar, he made a tearing action.
The void was actually torn apart by him, as if it was a picture scroll that was being torn apart.
"It's not beautiful." Yan Shiyi laughed softly. "Why do you like to make exaggerated roars when you attack? In my opinion, it's as unbeautiful as a beast."
He moved to the side and grabbed the hilt of his saber. The saber flashed.
Zhang Shirong grunted and fell from the sky. He took a few steps back before he could steady himself. His body trembled as he looked at the three fingers lying quietly in the snow.
"You've been tricked …" His voice trembled as he tried to find some comfort.
"Is that so?"
Strictly speaking, Yan Shiyi had indeed been tricked.
While Zhang Shirong was attacking, Liu Cheng quietly went down the tower and sneaked toward Yan Li. His cultivation method was good for the art of silence, so Yan Li didn't seem to notice his approach.
"Got it!" He turned into a whirlwind and pounced toward Yan Li.
Yan Li still didn't move, because he didn't need to.
A spear appeared in the void. The deep blue splendor faintly interweaved into a person. This person held the spear handle like a divine dragon swinging its tail, and the spear body drew an arc.
Bang!
Liu Cheng screamed and turned into a meteor, crashing into the Spring Pond Gate.
After Yan Chaoyang completely appeared, he walked over expressionlessly.
"What, what do you guys want …" Liu Chengfeng stood in front of Liu Cheng, but his expression showed that he was on the verge of collapse.
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