Although the man could no longer move, his eyes were as cold as ice blades. Mingruo had no doubt that if he could still move, he would definitely swing his sword at him without hesitation. Since he was an enemy anyway, let him hang himself on the southeastern branch.
Si Haochen felt it was an eyesore, so he cut off the branch with his sword, and the 'stone sculpture' fell with a thud. The tree hit him on the head with a thud, and the Ananyin Guard completely lost consciousness.
Lao Tie and Linglong chased each other into Yan Cang's bedroom. The palace maid and eunuch serving in the palace were instantly stunned, and the cultivated 'land' also lost consciousness. Only then did Yan Cang realize that something was wrong, put on his clothes and stood up.
The door to the dormitory was kicked open by someone, and the roar was particularly shocking in the quiet night. Yan Cang gathered his clothes, held his sword and walked to the door. He saw Yan Yuan standing in the courtyard, the moonlight falling on his silver hair.
It looks like frost on top.
Because he was too shocked, Yan Cang's pupils narrowed: "Why are you here!"
"Are you surprised?" Yan Yuan unsheathed his sword and said, "You don't have to use those dirty tricks. Just like when you were a kid, fight with your own ability."
Although he had slacked off in his martial arts practice over the years, could Yan Yuan be better than himself since his martial arts had been sealed and locked in that small cave?
Yan Cang didn't respond, so he raised his sword and struck.
Mingruo murmured in a low voice: "This doesn't even concern martial ethics."
Si Haochen hugged his wife's waist tightly, but his eyes were fixed on his cheap father-in-law. If there was any oversight, he was always ready to help.
If one does not talk about martial ethics, Yan Cang has carried it out to the end. The fight was serious, sometimes sneak attacks, sometimes using concealed weapons, and finally shamelessly spreading poisonous powder.
Unfortunately, this small move was completely insignificant in front of Linglong and Lao Tie. When a hidden weapon was used, Lao Tie was knocked away. When Linglong sprinkled poisonous powder, Linglong went up and swallowed it.
After fighting for so long, neither the Royal Forest Army nor the Dark Guard came to rescue him.
Yan Cang speculated that the palace was probably controlled by Yan Yuan. He tried all means but failed to take advantage, so he could only flick a signal smoke into the air to summon the Anyin Guards outside the palace for rescue.
Yan Yuan ignored the signal and cut off Yan Cang's hand tendons with a swing of his sword. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
With another swing of the sword, Yan Cang's feet softened and he knelt down directly on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the white-haired Yan Yuan, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar.
They were originally twins, and the thing they did most growing up was competition. After countless competitions, he knew this brother very well - no matter what the situation, he would always reserve a trace of intolerance for himself. That's it.
This little bit of 'unbearability' can give you an advantage.
However, just now, Yan Yuan raised his sword and lowered it, with a ruthless expression without any hesitation.
Yan Yuan looked condescendingly at this man who looked exactly like him. He had almost destroyed everything in his life. The billowing hatred was pounding in his chest, and the sword clanged in his hand.
"You...you can't kill me..." Yan Cang wanted to retreat, but his hands and feet didn't obey his orders.
Yan Yuan pointed the blood-stained sword tip directly at the center of Yan Cang's eyebrows, and said in an extremely cold tone: "Are you sure you don't want to die?"
He had never seen Yan Yuan like this before. Fear spread in Yan Cang's eyes: "Yes... sure!"
Yan Yuan gently swung his sword a few times, and Yan Cang's face was bruised and bloody. He gritted his back molars to prevent himself from crying out in pain.
Whoosh whoosh, more than twenty black shadows fell all around. Yan Cang was overjoyed and said loudly: "Come and protect me and kill this traitor for me."
An Yinwei looked at the man wearing a dragon robe, whose face was blurred and lying in a pool of blood, and then at the man with long, straight hair. Although this man's hair looked a little weird, he looked more like his master.
Seeing An Yinwei's hesitation, Yan Cang tried his best to open his clothes, revealing the token hanging around his neck, and said word by word: "Kill... kill... the traitor!"
When more than twenty people saw the token, they immediately attacked Yan Yuan. Yan Yuan's men placed in various places in the palace, under the leadership of Chongming, fought with the opponent.
Lao Tie felt that poisoning was too troublesome, so he resorted to his special skill - a very strong head.
Chongming looked at the little snake, which was no thicker than a finger, and the bloody holes that penetrated the human skull when it hit it. He only felt his scalp tightening. He was afraid that Lao Tie would make a mistake in his judgment and give it to him for a while.
Linglong didn't appreciate Lao Tie's violent aesthetics, so she stayed away from him and only went to 'disinfect' him when An Yinwei spread poisonous powder.
The battle ended quickly. Yan Cang looked at the Animation Guards he had carefully trained in disbelief. He was so vulnerable and could not accept it at all: "How could this happen...how..."
"If you have any backup plans, use them all together, otherwise you will have no chance in the future." Yan Yuan stood with his hands behind his back.
"What are you going to do? You said you wouldn't kill me!" Yan Cang felt that as long as he didn't die, he would still have a chance. Yan Yuan could escape from Yanluo Mountain, so he was no worse than him.
"What I said naturally counts." Yan Yuan seemed to know what Yan Cang was thinking, "However, I was able to escape from Yanluo Mountain only because I was saved by my daughter. You have no children, so I'm afraid you won't be able to follow suit."
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"Pfft..." Yan Cang could no longer suppress the surging blood and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Do you know why you have no heirs?" Yan Yuan's voice was a little hoarse.
Yan Cang looked at Yan Yuan in horror: "Is it you?"
Yan Yuan shook his head: "It's my father. He gave you the secret medicine when you were 12 years old. Because he was afraid that you would covet the throne after you had an heir."
"Impossible, my father loves me, he would not treat me like this!" Yan Cang shook his head crazily, "It's you... you must be the one who harmed me!"
"Although the elixir will sterilize a man, it can also improve his internal strength." Yan Yuan continued, "Otherwise, with your martial arts skills at that time, how could you survive the experience in the Western Border?"
Yan Cang became quiet instantly, lying on his back and looking at the waning moon in the night sky. He remembered that on a night with the waning moon, his father gave him a pill that could enhance his internal strength. He asked his father,
'Does Yan Yuan have it?'
His father smiled and told him, "There is only one pill, and it is reserved for Cang'er."
He was so happy at the time, thinking that his father valued him more and gave him the only elixir.
"Ha...haha..." Yan Cang suddenly felt that he had been living like a joke for half his life.
"Put him in a water prison and don't let him die." Yan Yuan ordered Chongming in a deep voice.
"Yes, Master." Chongming asked his men to drag Yan Cang down.
Poor people must be hateful. Although this Yan Cang is a very miserable man, he cannot be soft when it is time to take revenge. Mingruo waved her hand and asked Linglong to come to Yan Cang according to the symptoms of her father's poisoning.
One serving.
They didn't set any restrictions on Yan Yuan's martial arts. They just regarded it as a consolation for Yan Yuan's infertility caused by his biological father.
