At the entrance of the main hall, there was a row of Iron Tiger Gang experts with bows and arrows, firmly sealing off the entrance.
"Don't worry, Young Master. I'm fine!" Ye Jianzhong replied in a deep voice.
"You're fine now, but that might not be the case later!"
A steady and deep voice sounded, "The Ye Family actually sent a Perfect Spirit Body expert to deal with me, Zhao Tiehu. They really think highly of me! However, I, Zhao Tiehu, am not a pushover! "
"Hmph! A mere Seventh Level Spirit Body martial artist dares to spout nonsense. What a joke! "Ye Jianzhong snorted coldly as he prepared for battle.
Zhao Tiehu was dressed in silver armor with a bull horn helmet on his head. He held the hilt of his saber as if he was a general.
The dozens of subordinates around him were also wearing armor. Their eyes were cold and they were silent. They had the style of well-trained soldiers.
"Whether I'm spouting nonsense or not, you'll know soon! Do it! "
He waved his hand, and the three ballistae immediately shot huge arrows at Ye Jianzhong in the cage!
Wu Wu Wu — —
The sound of the arrows piercing through the air was ear-splitting.
The spear-like arrows shot into the cage and greeted Ye Jianzhong's body.
Ye Jianzhong's expression was incomparably solemn. These huge arrows contained ten thousand kilograms of force and were difficult to block. He roared, and the phantom of the Burning Sky Lion King appeared behind him, emitting a scorching aura and tyrannical pressure.
He dodged while his palms danced wildly, slapping away the arrows.
Every time he blocked an arrow, his face would turn paler. However, the space in the cage was too small, and the speed of the arrows was too fast. After a few breaths, an arrow had already pierced through his thigh, causing his speed to plummet and he was in danger.
Outside the main hall, Ye Jianxiao couldn't watch anymore. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Archers cover, the rest of you follow me!"
Seven or eight of the Ye Family's martial artists quickly took out their bows and shot at the main hall. The rest followed Ye Jianxiao and charged forward with full firepower.
After paying the price of seven or eight lives, the Ye Family finally killed their way into the main hall and engaged in close combat with Zhao Tiehu's men. Sabers flashed, swords flashed, and battle cries rang out.
Ye Jianxiao unleashed his Earth Ranked Martial Skill, Moon in the Well. Sword lights flickered around his body, and the Iron Tiger Gang's experts who were close to him all had their arms and legs cut off. They fell to the ground, dead.
Zhao Tiehu was also very tyrannical. The horse-chopping long saber in his hand was emitting a scarlet radiance, surrounded by blood Qi. It was actually a powerful spirit weapon. Killing the Ye Family's martial artists was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. Even martial artists of the same level would find it difficult to block its edge.
The battle was extremely intense. In less than a quarter of an hour, the Ye Family's martial artists and the Iron Tiger Gang's martial artists were either dead or injured. Only a few of them were still standing.
Only Ye Jianxiao and Zhao Tiehu were fighting valiantly. One of them had an astonishing martial skill, while the other had an unhindered saber Qi. It was hard to tell who was superior in this short period of time. The aura they emitted caused the surrounding martial artists to retreat.
At this time, Ye Jianzhong had already been hit by five arrows, and two of them had pierced through his chest, causing him to suffer heavy injuries. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood and had practically lost his ability to fight.
Lin Xuan crouched on top of the high wall, looking at the scene in the main hall. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
This Zhao Tiehu was truly unfathomable. No one would have thought that this guy actually hid three military ballistae and so many sets of armor in his lair.
Was Zhao Tiehu not afraid of violating the imperial court's ban?
Or was Zhao Tiehu really related to the Longbow Battalion?
Furthermore, could Zhao Tiehu be a puppet of some small leader of the Longbow Battalion?
There was also one thing that Lin Xuan could not see through, and that was Ye Jianzhong. Ye Jianzhong had been hit by several arrows, and two of them had even pierced through his chest. The injury looked very frightening.
But what Lin Xuan could not understand was that Ye Jianzhong was an expert at the Perfect Spirit Body realm! Could it be that he was so poor that he did not even have a single life saving pill?
This was illogical!
One had to know that even Zhao Kun, a trash at the Fourth Layer Spirit Body realm, had a single life saving pill on him.
Before these questions were answered, Lin Xuan decided to just watch from the sidelines. Although he coveted the Iron Fan Token in Zhao Tiehu's hands, he cared more about his own little life.
Moreover, Zhao Tiehu's Violent Blood Bat King had not been released yet.
After making up his mind, Lin Xuan hid himself even more inconspicuously. Even his breathing stopped.
At this time, there was a change in the main hall.
Zhao Tiehu raised his blade and roared. Suddenly, a huge blood-red blade shadow appeared behind him. A fierce aura spread out in all directions. It was so strong that it could almost suffocate anyone who saw it.
"Blood Demon Nine Slashes! Open for me! "
Following Zhao Tiehu's movement, the giant saber behind him suddenly chopped down, as if it could split mountains and seas, unstoppable.
Boom!
A loud sound rang out.
The sword intent water around Ye Jianxiao suddenly shattered, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He involuntarily flew back, and his eyes were filled with shock, "Blood Demon Nine Slashes? You actually obtained the inheritance of the Blood Demon Saber Venerable? Damn it! "
"Hahaha, if I, Zhao Tiehu, did not have this ability, how could I keep an Iron Fan Token? Go and die! "
Boom!
The second slash instantly fell, as if a giant mountain was pressing down, and as if a divine saber was punishing the heavens, as if it could split everything in the world.
Ye Jianxiao was shocked, and hurriedly used all his strength to block!
Bang!
A violent collision sound rang out.
Ye Jianxiao's long sword broke, and his entire body was sent flying, falling to the ground and sliding forty to fifty meters away, directly rolling out of the main hall. Who knew how many bones were broken, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, then fainted.
"Young master!"
"Young master!"
The few surviving Ye Family martial artists were shocked, and hurriedly rushed over to save him.
"Hahahaha, the direct descendant of the Ye Family is only this much! You can't even block two slashes from me, and you dare to steal my whiskers, how ridiculous. "Zhao Tiehu laughed disdainfully.
"Is that so? You seem to be happy too early. "A low voice came from behind him.
Zhao Tiehu did not seem surprised. He slowly turned to look at Ye Jianzhong, who was in the cage, and sneered, "I thought you were going to keep pretending."
"Hmph, if I keep pretending, how can I get the Iron Fan Token?"
Ye Jianzhong snorted coldly and slowly got up.
The wounds on his body quickly healed, and his aura rose steadily. Soon, it reached the peak, and he released the strong pressure of a Great Perfection Spirit Body.
With a shake of his hand, a Silver Snake Nine Bends Sword with shining spiritual inscriptions appeared, and he casually slashed twice.
Chi!
Chi! The sword light flashed, and a few thick pillars suddenly collapsed, causing the entire main hall to shake.
A gap appeared in the cage, and Ye Jianzhong walked out calmly.
"You, you, you … Ye Jianzhong! You could have escaped earlier, but why did you watch Young master get severely injured by Zhao Tiehu? What are your intentions? "
An injured Ye Family martial artist on the ground angrily pointed at Ye Jianzhong and questioned.
Chi!
The sword light flashed, and the martial artist's head instantly flew up, dying with his eyes wide open.
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