Le Zhili's sword shocked everyone, but in the blink of an eye, the sword edge had already reached Ying Wushang's face. Before the Jin Yiwei behind him could cry out in surprise, Ying Qianhu made a lightning-fast move, with a Xiuchun
The sword knocked the long sword away.
The careless Ying Wushang, with the helpless smile on his face, was as if he was watching his own child misbehaving. The sickly doting in his eyes made Le Zhili's whole body tremble.
The swords met for a moment, and Ying Wushang succeeded with the Xiuchundao easily. Although this was the first time the two met since the Ying family's disaster, he was already familiar with Le Zhili's martial arts and swordsmanship.
For a long time, Ying Wushang had been collecting information about Le Zhili in various ways. For the latter, this was an extremely unpleasant reunion after a long absence, but for him, it seemed like the last time they were apart was nothing more than a reunion.
Just yesterday.
Le Zhili looked at her empty palm in shock. The long sword that had been thrown away had fallen to the side and was sticking sickly on the ground.
Her martial arts skills were not weak, otherwise she would not have dared to take the lead and lead people thousands of miles away to rescue Wen Chenyang, but even so, she was captured by the opponent in a single encounter.
In a daze, Le Zhili felt as if she had returned to her childhood. At that time, the relationship between her and Ying Wushang was not so stiff, and the other party had also taught her swordsmanship. At that time, she seemed to be like this in front of him,
There is no way to fight back.
Ying Wushang smiled arrogantly, holding Xiuchundao's hand, and frivolously embraced Le Zhili, who had thrown herself into the trap, while his left hand gently pressed against the other person's abdomen.
The ambiguous posture of the two people made everyone in Shangguan stunned. Wen Chenyang was so angry that his eyes were burning, but before they could speak, Le Zhili let out a delicate cry of pain.
I saw a vicious breath spurting out from the palm that was attached to her lower abdomen. Silks of white steam diffused from the fingers, revealing the domineering power of the Rotting Bone Kung Fu.
Ying Wushang lowered his brows and looked at Le Zhili's painful look. Numerous crazy pleasures filled his eyes. He was eager to punch her through the body with this palm and end this woman's life completely.
However, the desire that had accumulated for a long time was still lingering, and Ying Wushang couldn't bear to take action. He didn't want the other party to die so happily, and the other party should die only after experiencing extreme despair.
"lady!"
"Mother!"
When he hesitated, everyone in Shangguan's family was in panic, but there was one person who put his thoughts into action before them.
"Evil thief! Let her go!" Wen Chenyang forcibly stopped his movement, flew up and hit Ying Wushang with a palm.
"Protect Mr. Ying!"
Even though Wen Chenyang was well-known, the Jin Yiwei were not to be outdone. Everyone picked up their crossbows and fired with their hands. Wen Chenyang had just been seriously injured by the King of Thousand Faces. This oncoming arrow rain made him very embarrassed.
But he was worried about Le Zhili more than anything else, so he struck out the palm without hesitation. Ying Wushang narrowed his eyes, pushed the woman in his arms out, and then returned the favor with a palm in return.
Wen Chenyang protected Le Zhili, and then faced Ying Wushang head-on.
This time, Ying Wushang had no worries and directly used the Rotting Bone Kung Fu without reservation. Even though the opponent's martial arts was better than his own, Wen Chenyang could no longer display the authority of a master after being seriously injured.
In the moment of the confrontation, Ying Wushang remained motionless, while Wen Chenyang hugged Le Zhili and stepped back several steps. The masters of the Shangguan family stepped forward and protected them from behind, which brought the scene back to the original confrontation.
After Le Zhili came to her senses in Wen Chenyang's arms, she was immediately shocked: "Brother Wen!"
Jin Yiwei's crossbow arrows are not long-sighted. Just now Wen Chenyang rushed forward desperately to save people, and the rain of arrows inspired him. In a hurry, he was seriously injured again, and he could not escape whole body. He only saw two wounds on his left arm and right leg.
There was a crossbow arrow stuck in it, and there were countless other scratches.
"It's just a minor injury, I'm fine..." Wen Chenyang forced a smile, but his real situation was far less relaxed than what he said.
The injuries on his body were far less than the depression in his heart. The brief exchange just now allowed him to completely see the opponent's true identity. Ying Wushang's martial arts was not that powerful. It could even be said that it was far inferior to his.
This is normal. If everyone in Jinyiwei were top masters, the world would have been stable long ago. Ying Wushang's martial arts skills among thousands of families would be remarkable, but that's all.
Even though the Rotting Bone Kung Fu is the most evil martial art in the world, the opponent's heart is far more vicious than the martial arts he uses. Wen Chenyang suffered a setback at the hands of such a person because of his injuries. How can he not be angry?
Le Zhili looked at the pale Wen Chenyang worriedly, and when she turned to look at Ying Wushang opposite, the hatred in her eyes became even greater.
"Madam, I hope you put the overall situation first."
Seeing this, the masters of the Shangguan family couldn't help but whisper advice. Although they didn't know what grudges there were between Ying Wushang and his mistress, it was obviously unwise to openly draw a sword against the Jin Yiwei.
Especially at this moment, they did not have an advantage. Even with the power of Ying Wushang, it was impossible to stop the many masters of the Shangguan family, even with the group of imperial guards behind him.
But don't forget that out of their sight, Jin Yiwei also has terrifying weapons like the Thunderbolt Chariot. Once the situation is out of control, they may be in danger.
Fortunately, Jin Yiwei did not embarrass them, or in other words, Ying Wushang had no intention of continuing to embarrass Le Zhili.
Ying Wushang slowly put away the knife and showed a somewhat concerned smile: "Cousin, I hit you a little harder just now, are you okay?"
"Bah!" Le Zhili didn't seem to give her any face.
Ying Wushang was not disappointed by the other party's malice. On the contrary, the more Le Zhili hated him, the more pleasure he could derive from it.
"It seems that there is still a misunderstanding between you and me. Anyway, we are a family after all. This misunderstanding will always be resolved. Let's wait for the future."
After Ying Wushang left a meaningful word, he left with his troops. In addition to the countless worries that his appearance brought to everyone in the Shangguan family, there is no doubt that the Jin Yiwei will not be unintentional. Their display of power must be
Because I have an idea.
...
Not far from the place where the Shangguan family and Jin Yiwei clashed, there was a land that seemed to have been burned by fire, with strong gunpowder and pungent burnt odor filling the air.
Pulling away several hot corpses, Gongsun Huan struggled to get up from the ground. He dropped the only half of the mask on his face, revealing his true face stained with blood mist and mud.
"Ahem - hehe, it is indeed a disaster that will last for thousands of years, so you can still live."
The King of Thousand Faces dragged his blood-stained body forward slowly. Both of them were lucky. Although the Jin Yiwei's artillery fire was accurate, they had enough human shields to prevent them from being fatally injured.
Gongsun Huan glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "How many people are still alive?"
The Thousand-faced Dharma King spat out blood and looked around: "There are less than ten people. I advise you to leave quickly. When the Jinyi Guards arrive, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
"Of course I have to leave. Wouldn't it be foolish to strike with an egg against a stone? But, not now -"
Gongsun Huan coughed, took a few pills from his arms, opened the mouth of the corpse that was as hot as a furnace on the ground, and stuffed the pills inside.
"Madman." Thousand-faced Dharma King looked at him coldly, as if recalling some bad memory, he threw away his sleeves angrily and left.