Li Chen gave a sharp shout and said: "These barbarians are killing my people of Great Qin wantonly, and you just watch with helpless eyes? I will take down all the offenders! If you dare to resist..."
Li Chen's eyes were cold as he swept across the entire audience and said word by word: "Kill without mercy."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Jin Yiwei immediately rioted.
Yelu Qiming stared with eyes as big as copper bells and roared: "How dare you!?"
Just after he finished speaking the cruel words, his eyes flashed, and a thin old man with half gray hair appeared in front of him with a sinister smile, and stretched out a chicken claw-like palm towards his neck.
This old man is of course the Three Treasures.
Having experienced countless killing battles, Yelu Qiming's sense of danger is far beyond ordinary people.
As soon as the old man took action, he realized that the other party was a top master and was definitely capable of killing himself.
Yelu Qiming felt that every cell in his body was trembling crazily. The palm of his hand was obviously unhappy, but it enveloped his entire field of vision like a law, as if he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried to hide.
Terrified, Yelu Qiming roared angrily, relying on his body's instinct not to retreat but to advance, and bullied him into Sanbao's arms.
Between the lightning and flint, outsiders couldn't see what was happening at all. They only felt the interlacing of light and shadow, and then there was a dull sound of defeat, and Sanbao and Yelu Qiming were separated at the touch of a button.
Sanbao's body swayed, but his feet were as steady as Mount Tai.
Yelu Qiming took three big steps back. Each step was like a mountain collapsing, causing the floor tiles under his feet to crack and crack like dense spider webs.
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yelu Qiming stared at Sanbao in shock and anger. He shook his numb wrist and said with a evil smile: "Old Bones, you have so much strength."
Sanbao didn't answer, so he raised his legs and attacked.
Yelu Qiming groaned, tired of trying to defend himself.
He could barely resist, but his men couldn't.
These elite soldiers are elites, but they still have to show up on the battlefield.
In this small-area, high-intensity confrontation, their advantage is not much better than that of ordinary Jin Yiwei.
What's more, the person who can be arranged by Sanbao to personally protect Li Chen must be the best among the best in Jin Yiwei.
What's more, Jin Yiwei also has a numerical advantage.
It only took half a cup of tea to come and go, and the remaining six or seven soldiers were already pinned to the ground by the Jin Yiwei.
Two more were killed in the middle.
Here, Yelu Qiming has been beaten by Sanbao until he vomited blood.
Just when the situation was about to end, a figure flashed out from the inner courtyard.
This middle-aged man is also tall and burly, but not as exaggerated as Yelu Qiming. He is just a bit bigger than a normal person.
The chiseled face has sharp edges and corners, and coupled with the aura of having been in a high position for a long time, he actually has the aura to stir up the world's affairs with a raised hand.
A palm was placed on Yelu Qiming's back, and Yelu Guzan raised his head and looked at the instigator of this conflict, Li Chen.
Unlike Yelu Qiming, who was brave and foolhardy, Yelu Guzanqi considered things much more comprehensively.
And his vision is much more sinister.
He didn't know Li Chen's identity, but people are different.
Even if some people stand alone in front of you, they will turn around and forget what they look like.
There are also people who, even if they are standing in a vast sea of people, will definitely be the first to notice him when they pass by.
Li Chen belongs to the latter.
In Li Chen, Yelu Guzanqi felt a very unique temperament.
He had seen similar temperament in his nephew, Yelu Shenxuan.
