Hong Yi's Blood Striped Needle turned into a red line and instantly killed seven of the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles of the Divine Arms Battalion. This sudden change shocked everyone present!
"Form the Whirlwind Saber Formation!"
The remaining six black-clothed Eagle Guards finally recovered their wits. They let out ear-piercing screams and spun the sabers in their hands, quickly forming a saber formation. The six of them formed a triangle, each protecting one side. The sabers in their hands danced in an impenetrable manner!
A red line flew up and down, clashing with the sabers from time to time. However, it was unable to penetrate the Whirlwind Saber Formation formed by the six of them!
Although the Blood Striped Needle was extremely sharp and could pierce through iron and stone, it had to be pierced by the tip of the needle. However, every saber in the Whirlwind Saber Formation could accurately strike the body of the needle when it flew over, instead of using the body of the saber to block the needle.
Although the huge killing force could not break the needle, it could obstruct the needle's flight!
In a few breaths, Hong Yi drove the needle to sneak in from all angles. However, it was unable to gather all its strength to pierce through the saber.
This Whirlwind Saber Formation was impenetrable.
After the remaining six Eagle Guards recovered, they finally displayed their exquisite saber skills. Their saber skills were so accurate that they could chop off the wings of a fly with a casual swing of their sabers! Although Hong Yi's Blood Striped Needle was small, it could still be hit and deflected.
"These people's sabers are really accurate. Unfortunately, my Yin Spirit is not strong enough. The speed of the flying needles is not faster than the arrows shot by a strong crossbow. If my Yin Spirit was twice as strong, the power of the needle would not be deflected and I would be able to kill the enemy in one move." Hong Yi lamented in his heart.
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in the field. The strong smell of gunpowder and the pungent smell of lead mercury filled the air. Then, a huge silver female warrior formed in the lead mercury vapor.
Murong Yan finally found an opportunity. She threw out the Fire Talisman Golden Pill and her soul came out of her shell!
"Rumble!" As soon as this silver female warrior took form, she didn't say a word as she swung her fists and rushed over. The huge impact caused a deep footprint to appear on the ground. Within the footprint was a layer of silver powder.
This was a pure brute force. The silver female warrior charged into the saber formation and was immediately struck dozens of times. Her body flashed with silver light and powder flew everywhere.
However, this was the Dao Sect's Soul Manifestation Technique. It had boundless strength and was impervious to swords and spears. There were no flaws on its body. It wasn't the kind of warrior who wore armor. Even if it was a warrior who wore armor from head to toe, there would still be flaws that could be pierced by swords. However, the Yin Spirit Manifestation Technique had no flaws at all!
Bang!
The silver female warrior rushed into the saber formation and withstood dozens of sabers. She punched out and hit the shoulder of a black-clothed man, sending him flying seven or eight steps away! Then, her fists danced in the air as she charged around. She displayed a set of ferocious fist techniques and completely dispersed the saber array.
Just at this instant, Hong Yi seized the opportunity. Puchi, puchi. In an instant, another four people's heads were pierced.
The remaining two men in black saw that the situation was not good. They screamed and turned around. They leaped up like big birds and were about to escape.
However, their speed of escape was slower than the flying needle. Hong Yi turned into a red line and pierced through their backs. With a thud, they fell to the ground and struggled. However, their hearts were pierced and their blood vessels ruptured. They lost the strength to move.
The Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles were all destroyed!
With the cooperation of the two Taoist masters, the 13 battle-hardened Martial Masters were annihilated in an instant.
"Miss, this is."
The two warriors by Murong Yan's side were also very courteous. They fiercely jumped out and ruthlessly cut the necks of the men in black who were still struggling, causing them to die.
At this moment, the Blood Striped Needle turned into a red line and disappeared at the end of the forest.
Seeing the invisible red thread, the two warriors scratched their heads in confusion.
After a few breaths, the silver female warrior turned into a pile of silver dust and scattered on the ground. Murong Yan's spirit returned to her body. She opened her eyes, stood up, and looked at the forest a few thousand steps away.
The sound of horse hooves could be heard. A man and a woman, with swords in their hands and bows in their hands, rushed out and stopped two hundred paces away.
"Hong Yi, it really is you." Murong Yan looked at the man and woman on the horse. She nodded with a complicated expression. "When I saw the Blood Striped Needle flying over, I knew it was you. I didn't expect you to save my life. However, these are your Da Qian Dynasty's royal guards. Killing them is equivalent to killing an official and rebelling. Why did you take such a risk to save me? "
"I heard their conversation just now. They are heartless. As soldiers of the Da Qian Dynasty, it's not a big deal to arrest and kill people. However, they raped and pillaged. Naturally, they deserve to die. This has nothing to do with Da Qian or Yun Meng. This is the righteousness of humanity and the justice of heaven and earth. "
Hong Yi said loudly on the horse.
Hearing the word "rape", Murong Yan's face turned red, and her eyes shone with hatred. Indeed, if it weren't for Hong Yi, her fate would be worse than death.
"Amon, Ajin. Clean up the bodies of our people and burn them. Let's go. " Murong Yan lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders. Obviously, her shoulder that had been shot by Hong Yi had not completely healed.
"Murong Yan, do you want to leave?" Hong Yi suddenly said.
"What do you want?" Murong Yan's face tightened when she heard this. She raised her head and looked at Hong Yi.
"I saved your life. Don't you want to repay me? Just leave? "Hong Yi said.
"What?" Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi in surprise. She opened her mouth wide enough to swallow an egg, as if it was the first time she saw Hong Yi. She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't. Suddenly, she said, "You are a scholar. Don't you say that you don't expect anything in return when you do a favor?"
"What a joke! How can a scholar not expect anything in return when he does a favor? If you don't expect anything in return, who in the world will be willing to do a favor? If you don't expect anything in return, you will be hypocritical and ungrateful. The ancient sages, when they did a favor, had to accept something in return as an example. I have been studying for many years. How can I not understand this lesson? "Hong Yi raised his head and said with a smile that was not a smile.
"What if I don't repay you?" Murong Yan was stunned by Hong Yi's words. She then said shamelessly.
"Then you are an ungrateful person. Everyone has the right to punish you!" Hong Yi suddenly shouted. He held onto his sword and shook his horse, as if he was going to rush over at any time. This made the warriors beside Murong Yan nervous. They knew how powerful the Red Thread God Needle was. They were no match for it.
"You are powerful. I can't win against you." A helpless expression appeared on Murong Yan's face. "However, you have indeed helped me greatly by saving my life today. How do you want me to repay you?"
"I see that you are being hunted. I am afraid that you are temporarily lacking a place to stay. Why don't you come with me? I will arrange a place for you to stay. It is extremely secretive. " Hong Yi thought for a while. "You said that you want to do business with me. I also have this thought. I want to discuss it with you. This is not the place to talk. "
"You want me to go with you? That's fine. I happen to lack a place to stay. "Murong Yan looked at Hong Yi. Her eyes flashed and then she agreed.
"Amon, Ah Jin, put away the blades of the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles. Take off their leather armor and bring them along. These are all valuable goods. As for the corpses, burn them and don't leave any traces. "
Murong Yan turned around and ordered.
"Brother Yi, this woman is a miser." Mu The Younger whispered into Hong Yi's ear.
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