Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 137 Sword Sweeps Through the Grass Sea and Bright Moon Mountain City!

The bright moon hangs in the sky, its clear light like frost, spilling over the mountain town's pastures.

Amidst the shouts and cries of battle, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out. The sound pierced through the surrounding noise and reached the ears of the bandits, conveying some kind of information.

The whistle blew, and they descended at an extremely fast speed.

It was Mu Ling who blew it out. With the sound transmission skills she had honed in the grasslands and deserts, she could transmit the signal even in the midst of a sandstorm.

The Shiwei Sha gang ravaged northern Liaoning, killing countless people.

The couple were once members of the royal family of the Southern Shiwei, and were already notorious. After being defeated by a branch of the Great Shiwei, they became notorious bandits, leading the Sand Gang to come and go like the wind. Despite their widespread infamy, no one dared to mess with them.

This southward expedition was partly at the behest of the steppe Khan to disrupt the Central Plains.

It was also because the Northern Horse Gang mobilized in full force that the major powers in the northern frontier became envious and extended their reach into Yuguan Pass.

The two of them also wanted a share of the pie, so they led the sand bandits disguised as a caravan and headed south. When they arrived in Xingyang, they ran into Pu Shan Gong, who was said to have had the most contact with the forces in the northern frontier.

The 'generous' Duke Pushan, recognizing their formidable strength, decided to entrust them with the management of a large grassland.

In this way, he could enjoy himself in the East, become a regional overlord, and not miss the scenery of the North.

Isn't this like a pie falling from the sky?

But by this point in the dream, it was already showing signs of waking up.

A faint hissing sound gradually approached from behind. The thief couple glanced back slightly and quickened their pace.

The two roamed the northern frontier, their agility and skill were truly superb.

Now, however, they have encountered a master of lightness skills who, even with all their might, cannot outrun them.

Since the decline of the Southern Shiwei royal family, they had encountered far more dangerous scenarios than this, but this was the first time they had ever experienced such a mental tremor that caused a tightness in their chest.

You can't beat them or shake them off; a deadly threat is right behind you.

There is only one solution for now.

They charged into the pastures and grasslands, the battlefields they knew best!
Previously, Chen Tianyue disguised himself as Shang Zhen and brought his bandits into the ranch as a caravan. The bandits created chaos in order to help the Four Great Bandits attack Xixia City.

With my life at stake right now, I can't afford to worry about any plans.

The bandits who entered the Eastern Lands were all elites. Upon hearing the calls of their two leaders, they moved towards the sound of the whistle without hesitation.

The chaos within Pegasus Ranch intensified, causing the ranch guards' arrows to converge from their scattered positions. The arrows became denser, and the sand bandits died even faster, their screams echoing throughout the ranch.

No matter how capable they are, they cannot overcome the enemy's superior numbers and strength.

Zhou Yi killed more than a dozen bandits along the way.

The two bandits chased Zhou Yi from the high ground of the inner fortress of the mountain city all the way down to the grassland at the foot of the mountain. They were both very skilled in light footwork, but none of their subordinates were top-notch experts, so they couldn't even hold Zhou Yi back.

Therefore, they eliminated the bandits along the way and never lost track of them.

"Neigh neigh neigh~!"

A chorus of neighing horses rose from the farms near the grassland.

Then came the thud of hooves.

"stop--!!"

The horsemen guarding the farm's horse pen roared and dozens of strong men with bows and knives on their backs rushed out.

Boom!
Shen Mohuan and Mu Ling exerted their strength together, and the thick thatched roof on top of the horse pen and the wooden frame below smashed out together with their force.

These burly men drew their swords and slashed wildly, sending the straw in the wind flying.

Their skills were not bad, but the strength of this vicious couple knocked five or six men to the ground, making them roll seven or eight times, until their noses and mouths were covered in mud before the force dissipated.

The men got up and spat out the mud and sand from their mouths.

"You damn thief, don't run away—!"

The surrounding caravan members kicked open the wooden fence, mounted their horses, grabbed the lassos, and charged out cursingly.

"Giddy up, giddy up!"

The thieving couple mounted two strong, tall, chestnut-colored lead horses, the ranch's swiftest steeds!

The lead horse charged, startling the rest of the horses, who then followed suit.

Instantly, hundreds of horses reared up and galloped away. The desert bandits who had gathered from the surrounding area leaped up, mounted several frightened horses, and, relying on their superior horsemanship, caught up with the two gang leaders.

Upon seeing this, Liu Zhize, the leader of the Fuyuan caravan, called out to his companions, and they all whistled.

However.
Under the control of the sand bandits, the once obedient horses all began to rebel.

The men from the Fuyuan caravan all changed their expressions, realizing that the other party's horsemanship was astonishing.

The wicked couple turned back and sneered, their fear completely gone. The feeling of riding across the grasslands and traversing the storm returned.

The bandits of the northern frontier seemed to have returned to their home turf, and no one could subdue them anymore.

As the gang leader Liu was riding after them, he saw several men beside him throw out lassos, but the bandits dodged them all.

Thinking it was a tricky situation, he was about to throw the lasso next to his horse's belly when he reached out and grabbed it, only to find it empty.

He was so shocked he couldn't speak.

A streak of green light fell from the sky and landed on the head of his black jujube horse. This person's lightness skill was so high that the horse seemed not to notice anything and was much calmer than Liu Zhize.

The lasso appeared in the man in blue's hand, spinning continuously as he gently shook his wrist.

"Ride your horse with peace of mind."

Zhou Yi took a breath, and his words reached Liu Zhize's ears clearly.

"Yes!"

Chief Liu was only stunned for a moment before he immediately realized what was happening.

He knew who it was just by hearing the voice. That day, he was standing with Lou Ruodan and Chen Ruiyang outside the first hall of the inner fortress. He recognized the voice very well, and the clothes and the figure behind him confirmed his identity.

Before he could think it over again, there was a "whoosh" sound!
Dozens of muleteers nearby turned to look at the sound, and lassoes flew out like arrows.

The sand bandits, hearing the sound from afar, knew the location without turning around. They crouched low, close to their horses, and dodged with swift and skillful movements. Ordinary arrows couldn't hit these old thieves, let alone Ma Suo.

But to everyone's surprise, the lasso spun around in the air and came down into the trap.

The thief reached out to grab him, but it was too late; the horse rope tightened around his neck.

"What brilliant moves!"

The members of the caravan cheered loudly!

Zhou Yi exerted force and pulled the man off his horse. Seven or eight men from the caravan fired arrows in quick succession. The thief was pulled by Zhou Yi towards the direction of the arrows and was riddled with bullets in mid-air!
The crowd roared in approval, and Chief Liu shouted forward:

"You bandits, with Young Master Zhou right in front of you, why don't you dismount and prepare to die!"

The sand bandits ahead were clearly affected.

When the caravan members fired arrows again, five of the bandits, who had been able to nimbly dodge before, were hit and fell from their horses with screams.

Shen Mohuan and Mu Ling each blocked the incoming arrows, causing their movements to slow slightly.

Zhou Yi had already channeled his true energy to its fullest extent. He took a step forward and chased after the enemy. His first foot stepped on the arrow in the air, and his second foot exerted a spinning force. The space rippled, and he seemed to be walking on air. In the gap between the galloping horses, he crossed ten zhang and arrived at the place where the horses were running wildly.

Not only the members of the caravan, but also the former bandit gangsters, including the notorious husband-and-wife thieves, all felt a chill run down their spines.

Even with the bright moonlight, it was difficult to see the arrow clearly, let alone imagine that the second step would result in stepping into thin air.

These two movements were as light as moonlight walking in the void; their lightness skill was simply unbelievable.

Shen Mo Huan felt a sense of unease, wishing that the horse beneath him had grown eight legs.

Despite his excitement, Chief Liu remained clear-headed. He waved his hand, ordering his men to scatter to both sides, draw their bows, and shoot arrows, thus avoiding Young Master Zhou while simultaneously holding off the bandits.

Zhou Yi joined the herd of horses, which saved him a lot of effort.

The horses followed the lead horse, relentlessly pursuing the notorious thief. Drawing his sword, he leaped repeatedly from horseback with incredible speed, leaving the remaining twenty-odd sand bandits and the vicious husband-and-wife thieves feeling heavy-hearted.

Three more people were distracted by Zhou Yi and were shot off their horses by arrows from the Fuyuan caravan.

"Come together and kill him!"

Fukamoto and Murei made a quick decision; both were skilled in mounted combat and decided to take advantage of this situation.

Those sand bandits were all ruthless people with blood on their hands. When had they ever been hunted like this in the northern desert?

Even a mighty tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. At the leader's command, they immediately began to move on their horses.

The initial attempt to flee turned into an encirclement, with each man grabbing knives and spears, their malice transforming into murderous intent.

Zhou Yi acted as if he hadn't seen anything and charged forward with his sword.

"You little brat, you've got some nerve!"

A shirtless bandit shouted. He looked clumsy, but he turned his body nimbly on horseback, moving back, forth, left, and right at will.

Suddenly, he pulled his horse back from its charging momentum.

His equestrian skills were absolutely amazing. He kicked his feet on the horse's back, hooked his feet on the horse's belly, flipped the horse back, and handed it the spearhead!

The spear was over ten feet long, its red tassel jingling in the wind as it was passed on more and more urgently.

Zhou Yi leaped into the air and soared over the enemy's retreating spear.

With a scissor kick, he snapped the gun in two with a crack. The shirtless man screamed in agony as the force of the blow caused him to lose his balance and fall off his horse.

The grass became a soft cushion, and since he knew how to dismount and release his energy, the fall wasn't serious.

But hundreds of horses galloped over him.

In an instant, it turned into fertilizer for the grassland.

Zhou Yi kicked the spear in two strides, severely injuring two bandits on his right who fell from their horses and were then trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

At this moment, a strong wind arose, and the seven long spears transformed into a sand gang formation, thrusting in from all directions.

There was also a notorious thief who stood with one foot in the stirrup and the other dangling in the air, leaning his body outwards. He used the Flying Stirrup technique to slash and drag his blade at an angle, his rolling energy condensing into a sharp sword aura. It was clear that he was a first-rate master in the martial arts world.

Zhou Yili, standing on his horse, flicked his longsword, and the sword energy swirled, slicing off seven spearheads.

The seven men, still harboring wicked intentions, continued to stab with ferocious force even without the spearheads.

They had only reached three feet in front of Zhou Yi when they were pulled back by a force, each feeling a moment of weakness.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhou Yi wrapped his arms around the seven spears and then suddenly exerted force, sending all seven men flying!
He leaped into the air, dodging the eighth man's insidious slash.

The sword light shone brightly in the moonlight, and sword energy rippled around the seven men. Unable to strike their vital points, they were all struck by the sword, fell from their horses, and died.

Seeing his ruthless methods, the wicked couple felt a chill in their hearts and dared not hold back even the slightest bit of their knife and gun skills.

The two attacked simultaneously as he unleashed his full sword strike.

Zhou Yi evaded this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with a spinning technique. Ignoring the two experts, he instead charged into the group of sand bandits nearby.

If horsemanship isn't enough, then agility will do the trick.

He leaped on horseback, and the wicked couple couldn't keep up. The swift sword flashed in the wind, and four more people fell from their horses.

The three sand bandits running ahead turned around and each launched an attack.

Zhou Yi's eyesight far surpassed Lei Bazhou's; he spotted the flaw at a glance.

He ducked through the gap between the weapons, and the swift sword split into three sword shadows. In a flash, the three men dropped their weapons, clutched their throats, their eyes filled with fear, and groaned as they slumped to the side.

The Fuyuan caravan followed closely on both sides, and in a short time, the number of bandits dwindled.

Chief Liu had certainly broadened his horizons; his eyes widened in astonishment.

They had been fighting these notorious bandits all along, so how could they not know how fierce they were?

But now, it's like being slaughtered like a chicken.

In the end, only the two wicked thieves remained.

Shen Mohuan stared at the blood-dripping sword: "If you let us leave, my wife and I will immediately return to the northern desert and never set foot in the Central Plains again."

"late."

Zhou Yi's tone was calm, yet it made the two of them feel inexplicable pressure.

Mu Ling suddenly forced a smile: "Young Master Zhou, my wife and I are willing to serve you. Li Mi has made connections with many forces in the northern deserts. My wife and I will deal with them, so you can rest easy."

Zhou Yi smiled coldly:
“You two are quite insightful, already knowing you will die by my sword.”

"Your strength is indeed impressive, but unfortunately, I am not Li Mi. How could I associate with such great thieves as you?"

Before he could finish speaking, two gusts of wind struck his face; Shen Mohuan and Mu Ling attacked almost simultaneously.

Shen Mohuan's spear was faster, striking before Mu Ling's blade could reach it.

Unfortunately, he still miscalculated. Although Zhou Yi's equestrian skills were not as good as theirs, he had been instructed by Zhang Chi and was no longer the novice he once was.

Even if the horse gallops wildly, he can easily offset the effect by using his lightness skill.

Shen Mohuan's serpentine spear was once again blocked by Zhou Yi without any mishap. He shook the spear, took three quick steps on his horse, turned around, and with a sword, deflected the force, grazing the surface of the wooden bell with extremely fast sword speed, leaving sparks as he fastened the sword to the hilt.

The pressure made her right hand sink, and before Shen Mohuan could unleash his spear, he kicked her in the chest.

But Shen Mohuan only kicked once, and Zhou Yi, with the speed of the wind, kicked three times in a row.

The first kick is countered with the foot, and the second kick is blocked with the side leg.

Shen Mohuan's protective energy was dispersed by the two kicks, so he quickly raised his spear to block the third kick.

The serpent spear curved into an arc, its apex pressed against his chest.

If another Seven Kill Sword were to attack at this moment, he could be freed, but unfortunately Lei Bazhou had disappeared. Zhou Yi's toe slid along the spear and struck him in the chest. The bandit's body trembled, and he fell backward, grabbing the stirrup with one hand, almost falling off his horse.

Upon seeing this, Mu Ling's eyes filled with ferocity.

Within the Sha Gang, she was an even more ruthless character than Shen Mohuan.

Ignoring the risk of her husband falling off his horse, she used her strength to push the horse off balance, seized the opportunity, and with a violent gust of wind, smashed her shield into Zhou Yi's head!
He stepped back to one side and put one foot on the stirrup.

Before the female thief could smash her shield in his face, he used the half-lower body position to block the knife with his right hand and grab her calf with his left.

Mu Ling tried to kick him, but she had just pressed down on the horse, causing herself to lean backward. She couldn't kick him in time and was caught by Zhou Yi, who flipped her down.

She turned pale with horror, and her instinct for fighting kicked in; as she fell, she used the knife to block in front of her.

The knife sank downwards, but it was still too slow!

The longsword gleamed coldly as Zhou Yi's arm moved through the shadows, slipping under the blade before it struck her throat. With a swift, backward slash, he severed the throat of this notorious female bandit who had roamed the northern deserts!

Her body rolled off the horse and came face to face with Shen Mohuan, who was coming from under the horse's belly.

"what--!"

The thief's roar echoed across the grassland, causing ripples to spread across a lake.

Zhou Yi slapped the horse's back and leaped into the air.

The horse neighed and screamed in agony, then exploded in two. Shen Mohuan, his horse now a corpse, carried an unparalleled spear, which shot straight up into the sky from below.

It seemed Zhou Yi had no way to avoid this shot.

But after chasing him for more than six zhang in the air, Shen Mohuan had no more strength left.

The azure figure was even higher up, his spear tip seemingly striking the ripples in space. In fact, it seemed as if the azure figure was standing on his spear tip, leaping upwards with the gust of wind.

It reached a height that he could never catch up to in his lifetime.

He could hear the whistling wind in his ears; he was falling.

Falling from a height of six zhang (approximately 10 meters) was nothing to him.

But above, someone was falling even faster than him, and was right in front of him in the blink of an eye!
Shen Mohuan's hair and clothes, which were originally fluttering upwards with the wind, were now being pushed down by the strong wind, causing his eyebrows, hair, and clothes to change direction and flutter downwards.

He raised his gun and thrust it towards the opponent's palm.

However, his strength was insufficient to penetrate the ground, and the serpentine spear was easily snatched away the moment it was thrust out.
The bright moon in the distant sky seemed to reflect two shadows.

The shadows above became somewhat blurred and disordered under the explosive force. Then he threw something down, which completely pierced through another shadow in mid-air. The latter bent over like a shrimp and, amidst the spray of blood, was nailed straight to the ground!
Shen Mohuan was pierced through by his own spear. In his last moments before dying, he reached down and touched another corpse.

He touched the scar on the corpse's wrist and knew it was Mu Ling.

The two were nailed together.

The couple were notorious thieves who had committed countless evil deeds since the time of Nan Shiwei, and they had even imagined this scenario.

However, I never expected it to be in this way.

I've heard that some young men in the Sui Dynasty were very knowledgeable about love and romance, and had a unique charm.

He used to scoff at it, thinking that lust was a direct and unrestrained thing, what use was anything else?
Right now, a sense of enlightenment has suddenly dawned on me.

He gazed at the moonlight, heard the panting of the horses around him, and recalled the thrilling scene of his first battle with the thief woman in the Blackwater.

Originally extremely unwilling, he held Mu Ling's hand and closed his eyes.

The Shiwei gang was reduced to dust, and the vicious thieves and their wives who trembled in fear in the northern tribes also vanished into thin air.

"dong dong dong"

The sound of hooves on the pasture grew fainter, and the herd gradually quieted down. Zhou Yi mounted the chestnut-colored steed, put the lead horse under control, and led the herd to a lake.

The lake reflects the clear moonlight, and the wind stirs the sea of ​​grass.

"Young Master Zhou!"

Liu Zhize led dozens of men from the Fuyuan caravan to pay their respects. Normally, given their status, they wouldn't need to show such deference to outsiders.

But looking at the green figure by the lake, one could sense that the other's majesty was perhaps even greater than that of the venue owner.

After all, everyone had witnessed firsthand how those bandits were wiped out.

Even the ranch has become heavily guarded.

Two martial arts masters perished on this very grass.

"I'll go back to the mountain town first. You guys collect the body and then drive the horses back."

Zhou Yi saw several lights in the distance and turned his horse around.

"Yes~!"

Liu Zhize instinctively agreed, and they watched the Chasing Wind Steed disappear into the night before they began to carry out their tasks.

"Chief, this man's martial arts skills are truly remarkable."

An old man from the Fuyuan caravan looked at the husband and wife thieves strung together and sighed.

"When this powerful bandit was disarmed in mid-air, I really heard the gunshot when Young Master Zhou threw the gun."

Liu Zhize nodded: "Although this person is young, he is one of the seven top experts in the battle of Longxing Temple. He can face such a terrifying figure as the master of the coffin palace alone."

The group whispered among themselves, "The owner of the venue really has a good eye."

Liu Zhize said warily, "Hey, if you want to discuss this, go find Chen Ruiyang. I don't want to be sweeping horse manure."

The group wanted to say more, but when they heard the shouts of battle from the west side of the gorge growing louder, they stopped talking.

Liu Zhize also looked around and shouted in all directions:
"Everyone, hurry up and get over there to help."

"Yes!"

The Fuyuan caravan was quickly dealing with the aftermath, while Zhou Yi had already headed towards Xixia.

The Wind Chaser was incredibly fast, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The unrest in the mountain city has subsided, but the area around Xixiakou is filled with shouts of battle.

It doesn't make sense.

Didn't Shang Zhen already make arrangements in advance?

"What's going on over there?"

Zhou Yi stopped a wounded soldier returning from the gorge and listened to his reply:

"The forces of the Four Great Bandits have attacked."

Ok?
"How did the gate of the gorge city fall?"

"A group of experts suddenly emerged from the Four Great Bandits and forced their way up to lower the drawbridge."

The Four Bandits couldn't possibly be stronger than Pegasus Ranch; charging straight up the mountain would be suicide.

A group of experts?
Zhou Yi suddenly remembered something: Hou Xibai had once sent a man to Wuzhuang Temple, Chang Kai, the Tiger of the Mountain Guard, who was a high-ranking official under the Four Great Bandits.

According to Hou Xibai, there was a disturbance in the coffin palace at that time.

This person escaped from the coffin palace.

Then he remembered the assassin who shot arrows he had encountered in Jingling City a few days earlier; he was also a leader of the Four Great Bandits.

Compared to Chang Kai, this man was clear-headed and resembled the true demon of the coffin palace.

The difference is that he has mastered the Heavenly Acupoint, which allows him to conceal demonic energy.

The second transformation at the root involves turning the real into the unreal, and the unreal into the real.

My cousin recognized it as Genji's method.

Shi Zhixuan and the Great Ming Zunjiao joined forces to take away the monk Bu Tan. Could it be that they have also achieved something?
Thinking of this, his interest in the experts of the Four Great Bandits grew even stronger.

His thoughts raced, and he quickly asked again:
What's the situation at the gorge now?

The wounded soldier, clutching his chest and panting, said, "The Four Great Bandits are charging forward recklessly, and the Li Clan has also come to help. The Second Young Master is directing the troops with the Chief Steward and several stewards, and the Third Steward..."

"How is Uncle Tao Sheng?"

"The three stewards attempted to cause trouble but were killed by the owner."

Upon hearing that Shang Xiuxun was also at the gorge, Zhou Yi helped the injured man catch his breath.

He expressed his gratitude and headed towards Xixia.

Pegasus Ranch is surrounded by mountains, with cliffs on the outside and the East-West Gorge as its only entrance and exit.

The western gorge is even steeper, and the spiked tunnel carved out in front of the city gate is five zhang long, two zhang wider than the eastern side.

This place is easy to defend, but it is closer to the mountain city.

Once breached, the houses and villages below the mountain city would have a foothold.

Zhou Yi headed towards the gorge, shouting and yelling deafeningly, the sounds of weapons clashing echoing everywhere.

The battlefield seemed to be divided.

Zhou Yi saw Erfeng, along with Du Ruhui and Pang Yu, directing operations near the gorge, controlling the mountain paths on both sides, setting up arrow formations, and shooting down the bandits who were trying to invade the pasture.

But the bandits were fierce, and they fought and retreated, repeatedly pulling and tugging at each other.

Further in, near the broken buildings, many unfamiliar experts were leaping and bounding about.

Just then, a man led several experts through the rain of arrows and charged towards Li Shimin.

Li Shimin stepped back three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and brought the person in.

Du Ruhui, Pang Yu, and the hidden Chai Shao all made their move together!
The next moment, Pang Yu's Tai Xu technique worked in a haphazard way, sending a perfectly healthy head flying.

Li Shimin grabbed the head and gathered his inner energy towards the gorge, shouting:
"Fang Jianding's head is here!"

Fang Jianding was one of the four major bandits, and his death would inevitably affect the morale of the bandits.

Once the enemy is driven back, the city walls are captured, and the drawbridge is destroyed, the crisis will resolve itself.

Fang Jianding fell into the trap and died, and Li Shimin succeeded.

But what was unexpected was...
The bandits' momentum was not affected in any way. In the distance, a short, stocky man stared indifferently at Fang Jianding's head.

He was another major bandit, Xiang Batian.

Fang Jianding's death did not move him in the slightest.

"Kill! Kill!"

He kept repeating the word "kill" and ordered his men to keep charging forward.

"Second Young Master, retreat quickly!"

Chai Shao, Pang Yu, Li Shimin, and Du Ruhui used their weapons to fight against the seven men who rushed at them.

Each of these seven men's attacks carried a power that could influence people's minds and spirits.

Connecting with the spirits is no ordinary skill.

What's incredibly strange is that these people's skill level isn't necessarily that high.

All four sensed something was amiss, but they couldn't ignore the techniques used, and the battle became fierce and evenly matched. Then, a large number of guards rushed in from the ranch, and the battle was about to continue.

Pang Yu's hands moved swiftly, about to unleash the Tai Xu Cuo Shou technique again.

At this moment, a green shadow descended, grabbing at his two opponents with a claw. In almost an instant, the two experts who had been entangled with him froze.

Just like removing the vein from a river shrimp!
The two masters' energy dissipated, and they died lying on their backs.

Pang Yu couldn't understand, but he saw the green shadow keep flashing past the seven masters one after another. He only had one move, and if the opponent exerted any force, he would shatter them with a single claw.

The man in front of Li Shimin was a burly man wielding an iron hammer.

If the hammer misses, all psychological influence is completely useless.

The green shadow slashed at its head with its claws, and a ball of energy was unleashed from its five claws. Although nothing could be seen, it gave the impression of being tangible under the cold moonlight.

It was as if the man's soul had been extracted.

"Bang~!"

As the burly man fell, Erfeng's gaze shifted from the corpse to Zhou Yi.

He had many questions.

But Zhou Yi was busy eating snacks and didn't have time to talk to him. These strange people were very different from the true demons of the Coffin Palace.

The true energy within their bodies was rather mixed, their skill was not as profound as that of the true demons, and they did not have the mysterious true energy personally injected by Old Zhou.

However, these bandits appear to number quite a few.

Others would have to deal with the troublesome internal energy of such a master.

But no matter how things change, the essence remains the same. This "essence" refers to the Zhou dynasty's founder.

Was this something that the Great Venerable and his group did?

The old man's true demon could burn out and turn into firewood for martial arts, but these people's true energy had broken free from the life and death acupoint, so they couldn't even burn out.

They're way behind Old Zhou.

Liang Zhi, Liu Zongdao, and Old Man Xu were originally working with Shang Xiuxun to direct the fight against the experts under the command of the Four Great Bandits.

Zhou Yi arrived shortly afterward.

In a flash, the 'expert' who had been fighting them just moments before collapsed the moment he met Zhou Yi.

Liang Zhi and Liu Zongdao stared at the long swords in their hands, falling into self-doubt.

The two of them had been wandering the martial arts world for a long time, and their skills were truly not bad.

Seeing his skilled opponent snatched away like a chick by an eagle's claw, he felt a deep bitterness in his heart.

Liu Zongdao thought to himself that he had misjudged again; he hadn't noticed it when Young Master Zhou fought with Lei Bazhou and the others.

This technique, used to defeat the bandit master in a single move, can be described as having a complete understanding of everything and simplifying the complex.
It was as if a grandmaster had descended.

Everyone was lost in their own thoughts, but Shang Xiuxun was the most clear-headed, her beautiful eyes following the movement of the green shadow.

Once one's mind is at peace, one should immediately and calmly observe the situation.

He ordered the guards in the mountain city to advance. Although he was not afraid of these bandits, he could not allow them to break in and cause damage.

Not far behind Shang Xiuxun, a refined old man stared intently at Zhou Yi.

He grew increasingly alarmed and kept moving closer, exposing his body completely.

Shang Xiuxun gave him a cold glance and ignored him.

Even in front of the Evil King, the Yin Queen, and Old Man Zhou, Zhou Yi's method of breaking through the Heavenly Peak Acupoint was so skillful that they could only guess and could hardly see through it.

but,

Lu Miaozi, however, is an extremely special individual.

As Zhou Yi continued to make moves, Lu Miaozi went from being active to being still, standing on a cliff slope, stroking his beard and deep in thought.
Zhou Yi quickly cleared the battlefield below the mountain city, and the defending army advanced in full force.

Even without his exceptional case, these experts would have died in the ranch's ambush, but they would certainly have taken many others with them.

In that case, the bandits of Xixia would have a certain opportunity to break into the mountain city, at which point it would be a brutal battle between tens of thousands of people.

Even if the ranch can win, it will be left devastated.

Zhou Yi killed the last person under the mountain city, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

He looked toward the figure on the cliff behind him.

Old Lu had been spying on him; he had discovered it long ago.

But there's no need to worry at all. When it comes to keeping secrets, it's hard to find someone who can keep their mouth shut as tightly as Lao Lu.

To keep Xiang Yutian's secret, Lu Miaozi remained tight-lipped even when his beloved Xiaoyan asked about the whereabouts of the Evil Emperor's Relic. It was for this reason that he broke with the Empress Yin and was injured by her palm.

Although he was a sycophant, he did not fail to live up to people's expectations.

Zhou Yi greeted Lu Miaozi and then ran towards Shang Xiuxun.

This is not the time to speak.

With the annihilation of the elite groups under the four bandits, the ranch army advanced dozens of feet forward and soon reached the western city tower.

Logically speaking, the four bandits should have been able to guess that the chaos inside Pegasus Mountain City had been quelled.

To launch a full-scale attack now would be foolish.

"Kill! Kill!"

However, Xiang Batian wasn't the only one repeating the word "kill" on the canyon.

There was also a strange man carrying a whisk and with a mustache, who was also shouting "Kill!"

It was Mao Zao, another leader of the Four Great Bandits.

Some of the bandits retreated, but others seemed completely fearless, charging forward despite the rain of arrows.

These people rallied those who had retreated and pushed forward once more.

More and more corpses fell from the cliff.

The horrific and tragic scene turned the Li siblings' faces pale.

When another wave of nearly a thousand people rushed up the canyon, their fearless momentum forced the ranch guards back several feet.

"Are these people crazy?"

Chai Shao's voice went unanswered and was drowned out by the shouts of killing.
Among the bandit army, a man with a spear in hand and large, protruding ears ran backward.

He was none other than Cao Yinglong, the leader of the Four Great Bandits, a figure known for his wailing and lamenting.

Cao Yinglong started walking and descended the mountain path on the west side of the Pegasus Ranch, arriving at a tributary of the Ju River.

Under the moonlight, a figure dressed in black stood silently on the riverbank.

He seemed oblivious to the fighting and strife above, gazing silently at the moon reflected in the water.

"My lord, Li Mi and his men have been defeated. We must not attack again."

After a moment of silence, the man said, "No, continue."

Cao Yinglong's expression changed drastically: "Young Master, if we attack again now, wouldn't that be tantamount to suicide?"

"Hmph, it's better to die than to live like a puppet."

The man chuckled softly: "Besides, wouldn't everyone cheer if they died on the ranch?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

The man's smile faded: "They cannot live; if they live, I will die."

A chill ran through Cao Yinglong's body:
"You...you want to kill me?!"

"You can't die?"

Cao Yinglong said in a trembling voice, "Are you crazy? Do you want to get rid of him? Impossible, he has seen through you long ago! I advise you to stop now, there is still a chance to live."

"Hahaha~!!"

The young man's laughter was tinged with sorrow: "Why should I be born to be manipulated by others? To become a pawn?"

"So what if he sees through it all? Arrogant people always have to pay the price. I've endured for years because I couldn't see any opportunity. But now, I don't want to live like that anymore."

"How could I let him see these flaws in you?"

"In his eyes, you are even more worthless pawns than me. Do you think he would care if you died?"

Cao Yinglong's facial muscles twitched: "You'll die! You'll die a horrible death!!"

The young man sighed: "You're wrong, I'm not afraid of death."

"However, I want to live for myself. From today onwards, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."

He drew his longsword, and countless phantom images swirled around it.

Cao Yinglong raised his spear to resist, but blood splattered from his sword!

The moonlight grew brighter
Below the West Gorge, the young man raised his foot and kicked Cao Yinglong into the river.

Above the West Gorge, the man in blue captured another expert and refined him in an instant.
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(End of this chapter)