Yang Jian's face suddenly darkened and he shouted: "Stop! The truth is that I am watching the battles from a distance. Guo Yunsong is guarding the battle in a hurry but as steady as a mountain. Who are you? How dare you falsely convey military information?"
The eunuch was stunned, raised his head and said: "Prime Minister, I am not..."
Before he finished speaking, the other person had disappeared from the same spot. When he reappeared, he was already at the top of Yang Jian's head, pressing down with his palms in the air!
Yang Jian was born in the troubled times and was a warrior, and in terms of martial arts, he was definitely one of the first-class masters in the world.
Faced with this fierce palm force, he was not afraid, and faced him with a palm. It seemed that he was repelling him, but in fact he used his palm movements to stick to the opponent, waiting for Bi Xiuxin and You Chuhong next to him to join forces to kill the opponent.
However, something strange happened. Although his seemingly strong and soft palm stuck to the opponent, the force of the palm seemed to be absorbed by the opponent, and then suddenly struck from an unpredictable angle within the invisible aura.
Not only has he never seen this kind of magical power, he has also never heard of it!
Yang Jian's palms struck out not only failed to have any effect, but were instead sucked into the opponent's body. He immediately lost the initiative and fell into an extremely disadvantageous situation.
His expression changed drastically, and he immediately lowered his back and sat on his horse, intending to gather his strength and resist with all his strength.
Unexpectedly, the opponent struck with his palms, and within half a foot of Yang Jian, countless palm powers came, fused with his own palm powers, and all struck at him.
His choice of sitting on the horse with a low waist made him unable to dodge at this moment, and he could only passively catch it!
The assassin's skill is no weaker than his, so choosing to fight him forcefully is tantamount to committing suicide!
At this moment, a sword light seemed to fly out from the vast mist, dissipating into endless brilliance, blocking this endless energy for him.
At the same time, an extra hand appeared on Yang Jian's vest, quickly pulling him back and finally avoiding the fatal blow.
When Yang Jian came to his senses, he realized that it was Bi Xiuxin from Cihang Jingzhai who had saved his life just now, and it was You Chuhong who was pulling behind him.
Yang Jian was shocked and shouted: "Who are you!"
Bi Xiuxin looked solemn and extremely nervous, and said: "He is the Evil King Shi Zhixuan!"
Shi Zhixuan took off the eunuch's hat, took off his human skin mask, and said regretfully: "Xiuxin, you shouldn't have stopped me. You know, I don't want to hurt you."
Bi Xiuxin said: "If your choice is to assassinate the Prime Minister, Xiuxin will definitely stop you even if she loses her life."
A group of guards behind Shi Zhixuan attacked one after another. He threw back his sleeves and used the Immortal Seal. These guards either jumped forward, leaned back or rolled over, and fell to the ground in various postures. The methods of death were different.
Apparently he was controlled by the energy in the Immortal Seal and died under the real power of his companions.
"For the great cause of the Holy Sect, Yang Jian must die today!"
Shi Zhixuan flew forward, and Bi Xiuxin tried her best to fight him off with a few moves before falling into a disadvantage.
Yang Jian still had lingering fears about Shi Zhixuan's Immortality Seal, and said to You Chuhong: "This person's skills are weird. I'm afraid Miss Bi is no match for him. Please help Mrs. You."
You Chuhong frowned and said, "Prime Minister, what about you?"
Yang Jian said: "I can still protect myself, and there are so many soldiers in front of me, so what should I be afraid of?"
You Chuhong nodded slightly and immediately joined the battlefield ahead, joining forces with Bi Xiuxin to fight against Shi Zhixuan, and then held him back for a while.
At this time, Shi Zhixuan was not in his prime. He had fought with Zhu Yuyan a year ago, and it would take at least nearly ten years for him to fully recover.
However, seeing that there were still such hidden dangers in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he ignored his injuries and decided to join forces with King Zhao and other clans. As long as Yang Jian could be killed, the Great Zhou Dynasty would inevitably fall into turmoil. This was exactly what the Demon Sect wanted to see.
But even though he was injured, he could still fight to a draw with You Chuhong and Bi Xiuxin.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, mobilized troops and generals to form an encirclement on the outside. He planned to wait until You Chuhong and Bi Xiuxin exhausted Shi Zhixuan's internal strength, and then send elite troops to encircle and annihilate them in one fell swoop.
Now that he is in a high position, of course he cannot always be in danger himself.
At this moment, one of the palace ladies who had huddled up in fear suddenly jumped up from the side and quickly approached Yang Jian like a light butterfly.
The strong murderous intention immediately attracted the attention of the guards beside Yang Jian.
There were only two guards beside him, and the rest were sent to besiege Shi Zhixuan.
These two guards were the strongest among all the guards. They were masters trained by the Yang clan since childhood, and they were the most loyal. They immediately slashed at the strange-looking palace maid with their swords.
Two ribbons flew out of the palace maid's sleeves and easily caught the swords of the two guards.
Then, like a dance, she stretched her hands outward first, and the two expert guards immediately staggered to both sides, spurting blood from their mouths.
The palace maid put her hands together again, and the two guards leaned in and bumped into each other as if they were drunk. They immediately heard a heartbreaking sound of bones breaking.
The two of them immediately collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been ripped away, and they died with their eyes open.
This is the secret of the Yingui sect's demons controlling the dragon with delicate hands. As long as anyone is controlled by their ribbons, their true energy will be difficult to control. Under the subtle control of the other party, they will be controlled from life to death like a marionette.
With just one move, Yang Jian knew that the person coming was definitely a top expert no less than Shi Zhixuan. There were no other guards around him, so he had to draw his sword and face such a terrifying enemy in person.
The palace maid killed two people, then fell to the ground and walked like a whirlwind, her sleeves with ribbons swirling and dancing like a dance. She looked gorgeous, but in fact she had a murderous intention.
It is precisely because the ribbon is so soft that Yang Jian cannot tell the opponent's inner strength from the outside, nor does he know how to attack or defend.
Therefore, Yang Jian could only choose to retreat. His only option seemed to be to retreat among the many personal guards and rely on the strength of numbers to deal with them.
However, his retreat speed could not be faster than the opponent's advance speed. His feet danced faster, and he was seven steps in front of Yang Jian in an instant, within the range of flying ribbons.
Yang Jian slid sideways, brushing against a soft streamer to avoid it, but his ear seemed to have been scratched by a blade, and blood actually flowed out.
Just as I was feeling horrified, another streamer was already in front of me.
Because the first ribbon gave him a strong and fierce impression, he mistakenly thought that this ribbon was also the same, and quickly slashed past it with his sword.
It seems that he has used all his strength, but in fact he has at least seven layers of strength left. He only wants to retreat from the enemy and protect himself, not to determine the winner.
Yang Jian was very careful, but he still didn't expect the strangeness of the demon's magic. As soon as his sword came into contact with the ribbon, the ribbon seemed to come alive and wrapped around his sword like a snake.
Yang Jian immediately sheathed his sword with all his strength. This was a normal reaction of a warrior. No warrior would voluntarily give up the weapon he relied on for survival until the last moment.