The empress happily sprayed perfume all over her body, took off her gas mask, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
She looked at Ren Baqian with an unfriendly gaze and asked, "Why do I smell like braised pork?"
Ren Baqian was dumbfounded.
Sniff!
"It's obviously night glory …"
"It's the smell of braised pork. I've eaten it before!" The empress's face darkened as if she was being bullied by his ignorance.
"But I smell a strong fragrance …" Ren Baqian felt that he had been wronged. Besides, the person who delivered the perfume had clearly said that it was the smell of night glory.
"Oh … It smells even worse!" Lin Qiaole couldn't stop crying …
"Perhaps Your Majesty's sense of smell is more sensitive than mine? After all, those perfumers are just ordinary people, and their sense of smell is definitely not as good as yours. " Ren Baqian applied what he had learned on the spot. If it was a single smell, then everyone could smell it very similar. However, it was entirely possible for two different smells to be mixed according to one's sense of smell.
However, there was a huge difference between braised pork and night glory …
The empress's face darkened again and again, and she heaved a sigh of relief after a long time.
In any case, braised pork smelled better than before, but she was a little hungry …
…
Clang! Xi Wanya's saber struck like a gale, and his opponent's weapon almost flew out of his hand, leaving his chest wide open.
Xi Wanya's body spun and struck three times. With the help of his body's twisting force, each strike was faster and stronger than the previous one. The third strike was half as fast as the first, and the force was almost twice as strong.
The Spirit Wheel experts on the other side were directly struck into the city.
Qingyun Sword was just about to rescue them when he suddenly felt an imposing aura soaring into the sky from afar and frowned.
It was the aura of Qi Zixiao.
She knew that Xi Wanya was here.
Xi Wanya put his saber behind his back and looked into the distance. He then said coldly, "Let's call it a day. Wait for me tomorrow after you've washed up, lest you dirty my saber."
"Trying to leave? No way! " Qingyun Sword roared. His face turned red, and his body grew bigger. The sword in the air suddenly turned into thousands of swords that rained down from the sky and covered the entire city. The power of each Flowing Light Sword was equivalent to the power of a casual blow from him.
The empress wasn't dead. If they allowed her to meet up with Xi Wanya, they wouldn't stand a chance.
As soon as he used this sword, he immediately became like a deflated balloon. His entire body emitted the smell of defeat, and the wrinkles on his face increased. It was as if he had aged twenty years, and his body was on the verge of collapse.
"This is interesting!" Xi Wanya laughed out loud and dragged his long saber diagonally to the side of his body. The aura on his body surged as he violently waved his saber toward the sky.
A huge snow-white saber light suddenly lit up the entire sky. This saber light seemed to split the sky in half.
The people near the city walls could even hear the sound of cloth tearing. That was the sound of the saber tearing through the air.
The sword rain in the sky collided with the huge saber light. The sword light shattered one after another, and the saber light seemed to have encountered some kind of obstruction. A strong wind swept out in all directions, and some people couldn't stand still and retreated.
However, when the hundreds of sword lights shattered, the saber lights became dimmer and dimmer. Finally, they suddenly cracked open like glass.
The remaining hundreds of sword lights swarmed down and headed straight for Xi Wanya.
Subsequently, the saber lights clashed with the sword lights in the sky.
After a loud bang, the entire city wall was forcefully smashed down by a five-meter-wide section.
When the dust settled, Xi Wanya was seen standing there with traces of blood seeping out of his body.
"Not bad." Xi Wanya looked in the direction of Qingyun Sword with a look of admiration. This was the greatest reward he could give to his enemy.
However, when Qingyun Sword saw this scene, he spat out another mouthful of blood and looked even more defeated.
Even this sword couldn't do anything to the other party. Qi Zixiao was so powerful, and so was Xi Wanya. The talents of the aboriginals were really enviable, to the point of despair.
"Retreat and follow me to welcome Her Majesty into the camp," Xi Wanya said in a clear voice.
At this moment, he felt a trace of warning in his heart. He turned his head and saw an old man holding a paper umbrella standing there and looking at him. The old man's aura was faintly discernible, but that paper umbrella made him feel a little frightened.
Chang Tian looked at Xi Wanya and smiled. "It seems like I have learned a lot in this lifetime, but I have actually only learned one move. Come and take a look."
"Alright!" Xi Wanya nodded. The long saber in his hand was no longer dragged by his side, but slanted in front of his chest. He also had a solemn look on his face.
"I'm afraid I can't fulfill my promise to you," Chang Tian said as he turned his head and looked at an old woman in the distance.
I remember that you like beautiful flowers. They are yellow and have a very pleasant smell. Chang Tian thought to himself but didn't say it out loud.
"Chang Tian!" The old woman's expression changed.
Chang Tian smiled at her and turned his head to look at Xi Wanya. His expression became solemn as he stared at the paper umbrella erected between his eyebrows. His heart was calm and devout, as if he was doing the most solemn and solemn thing to the gods. He poured all his attention into the umbrella, and then his whole body flashed and leaped hundreds of meters.
He was still holding a paper umbrella in his hand, but in everyone's eyes, it was a long spear. Everyone could only see this spear, as if there was nothing else in the world except for this spear. It was as if this spear had existed since the beginning of the world and was only seen now.
This was a spear that could pierce through the world.
As fast as a meteor?
Even faster than a meteor.
It was so fast that Xi Wanya only saw a figure flash before the tip of the spear appeared in front of him. The tip of the spear occupied his entire vision. His heart was beating wildly. This was an extreme crisis.
All Xi Wanya could do was block this spear with his saber and block this sure-kill spear.
Ding! When the spear and the saber collided, there was only a soft sound, as if a nail had fallen to the ground.
Pfft!
Xi Wanya looked down and saw that a paper umbrella had pierced through the saber and his body. Fresh blood dyed the white surface of the umbrella red, just like a painting of a red plum blossom in the snow that he had once seen.
"Protector General!" the crowd in the distance shouted. The other two Spirit Wheel experts rushed over but were entangled by others.
"Not bad! It's a pity that it's still a little short. "Xi Wanya raised his head and grinned at Chang Tian. His smile was full of the smell of blood.
"What a pity." Chang Tian was slightly regretful and disappointed.
Just now, when Xi Wanya's saber came into contact with the spear, he lifted it slightly to the side, which caused Chang Tian's spear to miss.
It was precisely this slight deviation that allowed Xi Wanya to avoid a vital point.
"What's your name?" Xi Wanya asked seriously. This spear strike was worth remembering.
"Chang Tian, which means' everything is impermanent 'and' Tian 'which means' lawless'," Chang Tian replied softly.
"I remember." Xi Wanya nodded and asked, "Does this spear strike have a name?"
"Nameless, this spear strike shall be named Nameless!"
"Chang Tian and John Doe!" Xi Wanya laughed as he spat out blood from his mouth and retreated. When he pulled the umbrella out of his body, blood spurted out from the wound on his back.
"Retreat!" Xi Wanya shouted.
The aboriginal army left behind some corpses and dispersed like the tide.
"Chang Tian!" The old woman in the distance rushed to Chang Tian's side. He maintained his previous posture with a smile on his face and his eyes looking into the distance as if he was looking at the world that he was born and raised in.
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