Yang Haoran covered his stomach with a strange expression on his face.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he muttered something resentful.
"Didn't Uncle Ling say that your hidden weapon is disposable and can no longer be used?"
Ling Tianmiao had a straight face and twitching eyes.
"Can't I fix it?
Isn’t it because of you? It made me bankrupt again!
Is your problem big?"
Although he was joking, Ling Tianmiao's concern for Yang Haoran was not fake.
Yang Haoran was quite moved, gritted his teeth and nodded.
"It's just a cut, a small injury can't kill anyone."
Then he looked at the people opposite and sighed.
"It's a pity that it affected the fight. It seems that the remaining people will be handed over to you, Uncle Ling!"
Ling Tianmiao's expression changed, and he subconsciously placed the Panlong cane across his chest.
Then he took a few steps back, feeling very scared.
"Ahem, a man who knows the current affairs is a hero, and he can keep the green hills without having to worry about having firewood!"
Yang Haoran's face darkened: "Uncle Ling doesn't mean to run away, does he?"
"Nonsense! Why don't you run away and wait to die?
I originally thought you could deal with those two masters, but it seems I overestimated you, or you have regressed!"
The two of them were muttering to each other, and the heads of the aristocratic families behind them had begun to panic.
Even Yang Haoran is no match, and they are even less able to fight against the remaining masters of the Qin and Liu families!
Everyone sighed and felt sad in their hearts.
I thought that the Thirteenth Family could take this opportunity to rise again, but I didn't expect that the Qin and Liu families would reap the benefits.
Once the Qin and Liu families gain power, they will never let go of the Thirteenth Family.
For the Thirteenth Family, it was a tragic fate to be completely uprooted!
Several of the family heads looked at each other with strange expressions.
Apparently the idea of defecting before the battle came up.
But this thought only passed by for a moment, and then everyone trembled for a while.
With the behavior of the Qin and Liu families and the current development of the situation, this path is simply unworkable.
The Qin and Liu families came in the name of King Qin, how could they accept the surrender of the Thirteenth Family?
Many family heads could only sigh. There was no arrow to turn back when they fired their bows. This might really be the end of the world!
If I had known this, I should have thought twice before taking action!
Ling Tianmiao's eyes were wandering around.
"If we want to run, no one can stop us.
Wait for a while and come back, he will be a hero again!"
Yang Haoran was speechless: "I'm afraid the day lilies will be cold by then!
Besides, I am a loyal person, if we run away, won’t we be causing hardship to Sun Jingshan and the others?"
Ling Tianmiao pouted: "A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.
What's the point of not running? Can you beat those two old guys?"
Yang Haoran raised a slightly weak and pale face, using the Chixiao Sword as a crutch on the ground.
"A true man should do something he knows he can't do! As long as he persists, miracles will happen!"
While Yang Haoran was doing the show, the remaining masters of the Qin and Liu families across from him were already excited.
Liu Changan couldn't hold it any longer and flew towards Yang Haoran in a flash.
This time, the Qin and Liu families almost had a last-ditch fight and came out in full force.
Now, most of it has been damaged. How can Liu Changan be able to swallow this sigh of relief?
"Little thief, let me take your life myself!"
A powerful aura swept towards Yang Haoran, and suddenly there was flying sand and rocks.
Everyone around him screamed and backed away, for fear of being implicated.
Ling Tianmiao's expression changed and he looked hesitant.
With his strength, if he blocked Liu Changan, he would definitely be seriously injured.
But looking at Yang Haoran's pitiful appearance, he still gritted his teeth after all.
"I risk my life to accompany the gentleman, and I will fight with him!"
Just as he was about to shake the Panlong cane, Yang Haoran pushed him with his hand.
"It's better that I come!"
Ling Tianmiao was stunned. When Yang Haoran pushed him, the force was so strong that he could not resist.
Subconsciously looking at Yang Haoran's wounds, he suddenly noticed the murderous look in Yang Haoran's eyes.
His whole body shook violently, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He was so deceived! Yang Haoran was not injured at all!
No wonder he felt something was wrong. Qin Liming was not much stronger than him, so how could he hurt Yang Haoran?
This is trying to trick two old guys to death!
Thinking of this, Ling Tianmiao cursed in his heart, causing himself to worry in vain.
Hurry up and walk as far as you can, and leave the rest to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran's left hand was still bleeding, but the Chixiao Sword that was leaning on the ground in his right hand was raised.
I thought I was going to raise my sword to meet the enemy, but I didn't expect that the Red Sky Sword disappeared in a whoosh.
But a dark ruler appeared in Yang Haoran's hand.
The soul-eating ruler is completely black and looks ordinary.
Just after being held in Yang Haoran's hand, the power of his formation suddenly activated.
Using Yang Haoran's body as the center, he quickly constructed a cage formation.
The moment Liu Changan's body entered the formation, the true energy in his body was stagnated.
The action, which was originally so powerful, suddenly paused for a moment.
Yang Haoran had already faced the attack at this time, and the soul-eating ruler pointed towards Liu Changan's chest.
Liu Changan snorted coldly and did not take Yang Haoran seriously.
He reached out to grab the soul-devouring ruler without any scruples.
A slight smile appeared on Yang Haoran's lips, and he allowed the Soul-Eating Ruler to be grasped by Liu Changan.
Ling Tianmiao in the distance was still worried, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile.
He knows the wonders of the Soul-Eating Ruler.
Unless his strength is much higher than that of Yang Haoran, he absolutely cannot get rid of it!
Qin Deshan watched with cold eyes on the camp of the Qin and Liu families.
Yang Haoran was originally not as strong as him and Liu Changan, and now he was injured.
Not to mention Liu Changan's opponent.
As long as Yang Haoran is killed, other people will not be a concern at all.
Next, as long as the leader of the country, Jiang Weinian, is found and the emperor is coerced to order the princes, then those people who died before the Qin and Liu families will be considered worthy of death.
When Qin Deshan was feeling proud, his pupils shrank slightly.
Liu Changan had already grabbed the Soul-Eating Ruler in his hand, but he remained motionless and was in a stalemate with Yang Haoran.
What's going on? Why don't you slap Yang Haoran to death?
Liu Changan was complaining endlessly at this moment, as the prison formation constructed by the Soul-Eating Ruler had completely enveloped his body.
This prevented him from fully displaying his strength.
Originally, I wanted to take away Yang Haoran's weapon directly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I caught it in my hand, I felt my arm go numb, and the true energy in my body surged out like a great river.
What the hell is this?
Liu Changan's head was shaken and he quickly let go of the Soul-Eating Ruler.
But what he didn't expect was that even though he let go of his hand, the Soul-Eating Ruler seemed to be stuck to his hand.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.
Soon Liu Changan was sweating profusely and felt that his strength was seriously declining.
