As there were fewer and fewer people around, the battle came to an end.
Song Da died, Song Er died, Song Qi and Song Jiu all died.
Ghost Luohan lost an arm and a leg and couldn't even stand up. Mao Buer was even worse. Half of his head was chopped off. He fell to the ground screaming, but he couldn't really die … It was better to die.
These people were loyal servants of the Song clan and the most reliable people around Song Tinyun. Each of them had a high realm and extraordinary skills. However, they still died under the joint encirclement and suppression of the Supervisory Department and the City Guards.
Two fists couldn't fight against four hands, and a tiger couldn't fight against a pack of wolves.
No matter how powerful a master was, it was difficult to kill hundreds and thousands of enemies.
Song Tinyun's whole body was stained with blood, and his bridegroom's wedding dress was in a mess. He looked very embarrassed. There were countless wounds on his face and body. The heaviest sword came from his left arm, where the skin and flesh were flipped out, and the bones were visible. Blood was flowing out.
"Young Master, run … run …" Song Wuyu, who stood behind him, cried, "Go back and tell the Old Immortal what happened today, let the Old Immortal take revenge for our brothers …"
"Young Master, I will fight with them. You take the opportunity to leave …" Song Liu was blind in one eye, and blood flowed all over his face and body. But he didn't care. He still held the long sword in his hand, ready to rush out and fight with his life at any time. "Go back and ask the Old Immortal for help. Our brothers can't die in vain …"
"Yan Xiangma, do you know … your Yan family will be killed …" Zhou Wuming, the Iron Hand Scholar, who was the brains of Song Tinyun, stared fiercely at Yan Xiangma standing in the distance and roared. Even at this moment, he still wanted Yan Xiangma to wake up, to make him realize the serious consequences of killing the people of the Song clan. Because he knew that it was impossible to break out of the encirclement by relying on them. Unless Yan Xiangma took the initiative to stop or a powerful figure of the Song clan came to rescue them.
The strange thing was, what happened in the Song clan today? Why hadn't there been any movement until now? According to reason, what happened in the City Guards' camp should have been spread out.
"Where are the reinforcements of the Song enterprise?"
In the open space of the city guards' camp, corpses were lying in all kinds of ugly postures.
Dozens of Monitor Division black-robed Monitor Division officials surrounded Song Tinyun in the middle, each person bathed in blood, the Bright Ray Sword in their hands dripping countless beads of blood.
These people were not afraid of death, and their attacks were extremely cruel and ruthless. It was because of their desperate struggle that the experts by Song Tinyun's side suffered heavy casualties.
Song Tinyun's chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. He stared coldly at Yan Xiangma, pointed at those men of the Monitor Division, and said, "These people are all unfamiliar faces."
"Yeah." Yan Xiangma stood at the periphery of the encirclement and said aloud, "Although I am the chief Monitor Division official, the people inside the Monitoring Division are either from the Cui clan or the Song clan's spies. As the chief Monitor Division official, I am powerless to do anything. Therefore, His Majesty ordered me to set up a new department of the Monitoring Division, in order to avoid your infiltration and spies, and to truly share His Majesty's worries."
Yan Xiangma looked at those Monitor Division officials and said with a smile, "These people were recruited from the remote army, from the lower ranks, and from the Flying Feather Army of the Chu clan … Some of them are criminals who have committed serious crimes. They should have been dragged out and beheaded. I gave them a chance to live again and gave them such beautiful clothes. Naturally, they will do their best to do things."
"A scholar who has been away for three days should be looked at with new eyes." Song Tinyun said with a sigh. "I really didn't expect that you would board the ship of the least valued King Hui … What can he give you? Aren't you afraid that the ship will sink and you will drown with him? "
"What he gave me … is trust." Yan Xiangma said with a smile, "It's just a joke. As a superior, how can he give real trust to his subordinates? I also know that I am boarding a broken ship, and this ship may be hit and sunk by the Song family or the other warships at any time. But it is precisely because of this that I have the opportunity to take the helm. A real man holds the power of the world when he is awake and lies on the knees of a beautiful woman when he is drunk. Who would want to be under someone else? "
"I don't believe it." Song Tinyun was terrifyingly calm at this time. "I don't believe you will make such a stupid choice. You have always been a smart person. Much smarter than the other people I know. "
Song Tinyun glanced around and said, "It is difficult to break through today, I am afraid I will die here … We have known each other for a long time, how about you let me die knowing? This is the last thing I ask you to do before I die. "
Yan Xiangma's eyes flickered, pondered for a long time, and asked aloud, "What do you want to know?"
"Who gave you the confidence?" Song Tinyun asked aloud, "Who made you put all your eggs in one basket?"
Yan Xiangma waved his hand, motioning the men of the Monitor Division who had surrounded Song Tinyun to make way for him.
Yan Xiangma walked step by step to Song Tinyun, and asked aloud, "Why bother? The less you know, the happier you will be. "
"I don't want to die in vain." Song Tinyun's eyes were blood red, and he hissed. At this time, where was the glorious image of the Song family's jade tree?
Yan Xiangma sighed softly, and whispered a name in Song Tinyun's ear.
"How is this possible?" Song Tinyun's pupils widened, and he looked incredulous.
Screech — —
The dagger in Yan Xiangma's hand was stabbed into Song Tinyun's abdomen, and he said softly, "I said, the simpler you are, the happier you will be."
Song Tinyun's body fell forward, with an inexplicable and horrified expression on his face.
Yan Xiangma reached out and gently embraced his body in his arms.
"I, Jiangnan City's number one playboy — — really can do anything."
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Rumble — —
In the sky, there were three long white lightning snakes.
The three long snakes were crackling all over, and there were constantly silver sparks splashing out, like iron foams smashed out by a blacksmith's hammer. The three huge long snakes were hovering in the air, intertwining and forming a dense electric net sword formation.
Hiss — —
That long sword, no, it was a sword formation that shrouded the position of Li Muyang, with a posture to crush him into slag.
The sword formation descended from the sky, but it blocked all possible escape routes for Li Muyang.
Li Muyang's body was in extreme pain, and all the Qi activity of his body had been locked by the sword formation.
The muscles on his face twitched, and the hair all over his body stuck tightly to his body. The rainbow-cloud robe on his body was wrapped tighter and tighter, as if it was going to embed into the depths of Li Muyang's skin.
The Sword Qi was so overbearing that even the rainbow-cloud robe from Kunlun Divine Palace could not contend with it directly, and it had a feeling that it wanted to avoid the battle.
The sword was for attack, and the robe for defense.
The rainbow-cloud robe was born with a disadvantage.
The speed of the sword formation's descent was very fast, and the speed of shrinking was even faster.
The space inside was getting smaller, and the pressure on Li Muyang was also getting greater.
Li Muyang's eyes and nose were overflowing with blood, and there were countless tiny wounds all over his body. Every wound was oozing blood, as if there were countless red tiny earthworms crawling on his skin.
Li Muyang was trapped by the sword formation, and the Sword Qi within the sword formation was slicing at every single inch of his skin.
As the sword formation got smaller and smaller, it got closer and closer to his body, and he would be sliced into countless pieces by the sword formation. With a 'bang', he exploded into dust along with the explosion of the Sword Qi.
"So what if … I take another sword?" Li Muyang gritted his teeth and said.
Li Muyang moved.
He took the initiative to rush toward Ximen Zhuzhe in the room.
The Art of Traveling through Clouds and Summoning Rain was executed, and his body was extremely nimble like a ghost. He was like a flying dragon that flashed through the clouds, and it was hard to see any trace of him.
His body was like a streak of white light, a rainbow.
He tore through the seal of the sword formation and broke out.
"Shing …"
The Peach Blossom Sword in his hand was unsheathed at lightning speed.
He then pierced toward Ximen Zhuzhe's chest.
Red mist swirled around, and a fragrance assailed his nostrils.
Li Muyang took advantage of his footwork to break out of the formation, his body appearing like a bolt of lightning in front of Ximen Zhuzhe.
The rainbow-colored robe on his body sensed the fighting spirit and murderous spirit in Li Muyang's heart, and the Confucian robe instantly transformed into a heroic and extraordinary white armour.
Li Muyang instantly became wise and mighty, his murderous spirit soaring.
Song Gudu's face revealed a horrified expression when he saw this scene.
"The rainbow-colored robe is like a living thing — — All things have a spirit, but I have never heard of clothes having a spirit — — could it be that Li Muyang is really a deity that descended to earth?" Song Gudu's white hair was denser, and the expression on his face was thick with melancholy. "Otherwise, why would the Heaven reward him so generously?"
Indeed, divine weapons were a gift from the heavens. The treasures that Li Muyang had obtained were far too many, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In addition to saying that he was the chosen one of heaven, there was really no other reason to explain all this.
Ximen Zhuzhe was as calm as ever. His eyes were slightly opened, his fingers manipulating the sword formation to swiftly slash at Li Muyang.
Even though Li Muyang had already rushed in front of him, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, and not the slightest panic.
When Li Muyang's sword slashed at his chest, his left hand also moved at the same time.
His finger turned into a sword, thrusting at Li Muyang's chest.
Che — —
Li Muyang's chest was pierced by the sword in Ximen Zhuzhe's left hand, and his body was forced to fly back by the strong sword qi.
And as Li Muyang was flying back, the peach blossom sword in his hand finally found a flaw, slashing Ximen Zhuzhe's outstretched right arm.
A stream of dragon qi drilled into Ximen Zhuzhe's body from the wound, rapidly coursed through his blood vessels and organs, and then spread deeper into the body.
Bang — —
Li Muyang's body was sent flying, successively knocking down several courtyard walls, before he finally came to a stop in mid-air.
Puchi — —
Li Muyang spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling that the endlessly surging qi and blood in his chest had slightly stabilized.
The sword of the Sword God was indeed not that easy to receive.
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