Not many people in this world know that Yan Ying’s martial arts is inherited from the suicide god Yan Xi.
When he was a very young child, no matter how busy Yan Xi was, the hour before going to court every morning was definitely the time for father and son to 'exchange feelings'.
On that day, what the ministers saw was that Emperor Zihao roughly squeezed the young prince's childhood. He came to the court at the age of three and ruled the world at the age of six. But who really understood that the seemingly indifferent father and son had a total of five years.
This is how we spent years together.
His ruthless father taught him how to wield a sword step by step.
He taught me everything he had learned throughout his life, and also hired a bunch of masters as sparring partners.[
If Chu Yao was treated with obedient love and care, then Yan Xi's efforts to treat him were probably several times greater.
But he never showed it to the public. Even his mother always thought that he was really unpopular with his father.
The sword never misses the mark, harvesting the lives of those who try to take advantage of others.
Yan Xi likes to cut people in the middle, and he prefers to aim at people's throats, so that he doesn't have to see the intestines and internal organs 'liver and brain being smeared all over'.
Unfortunately, from the perspective of outsiders, no matter what kind of death method it is, when the people in the film are all taken away in the same manner, it is extremely terrifying.
There was even a faint smile on Yan Ying's face. He didn't take action for a long time, and he was immersed in the joy of fighting.
So scary!
So spooky!
Where does this hellish Shura come from? There is a cold aura in his smile, freezing the enemy's soul.
Amidst the exclamations, he had already flown to Jiuding's side, using his long sword to pick away the entangled sharp blades, and forcefully joined the battle.
"Master?" Jiuding was shocked and refused to retreat. He really didn't want Yan Ying to take action himself.
"This man belongs to me! Get out!" He gave a fatal order, and there was no room for reply.
Such majesty was something Jiuding could not resist. He could only withdraw his sword and step aside bitterly, but he did not stay away, always ready to help.
"Emperor Sun Mian takes action and confronts you, and you will be lucky for the rest of your life." The masked man suddenly spoke without saying a word, with an indistinguishable tone that made people feel uncomfortable.
"Since you know it's me, you still want to take action. It seems that these people's deaths are not unjust." Yan Ying put one foot on the treetop and stood firmly.