Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 189 Shoucheng's Funeral Banquet: A Massacre!

"Abbot Pi, Senior Brother Pi!"

Pixu, the pale-faced Taoist priest leading the sword formation at Laojun Temple, cried out twice, his extremely ugly face now showing both shock and anger.

Pichen is a disciple of the true lineage, the current abbot of Laozi Temple, and the sixth of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect.

He died just like that!

Like Gaisuwen and his group, he had been pondering the secret technique he had just seen for the first time when he was lost in thought. He never expected that the Celestial Master would choose them and use such ruthless methods.

Senior Brother Pichen was tricked and died too quickly; they didn't even have a chance to come to his aid.

“Kill~!”

Startled, Pi Xu let out a furious shout, completely forgetting Rong Fengxiang's explanation.

The person in charge is dead, why bother blocking any escape routes?!

More than twenty experts from Lao Jun Temple and the traitorous monks from Yi Que withdrew their sword formation blocking their retreat and turned to attack Zhou Yi.

The instant they started, Pi Xu slowed down a step, his two eyes fixed on Zhou Yi's fiery red skeleton, which was continuously radiating spiritual impact.

I guessed in my heart that this would be a manifestation of the harmony of spirit and energy.

Such a bizarre tactic is truly unheard of!

Both martial artists and ordinary people are wary of the unknown, let alone when it concerns their lives and property.

When Lao Jun Guan, Tu Yu Hun A Ruo tribe, and Bohai Mohe tribe attacked Zhou Yi, the Three Immortals of the South Sea, Bi Shou Xuan, and others all gathered their energy and did not unleash it.

They did not flee, for they could not kill this person even if they gathered together. What kind of disaster would follow?
Moreover, everyone present had been practicing martial arts for a longer period than Zhou Yi.

Everyone has their own understanding of martial arts training, and no one believes that there is anyone who is invincible and without any weaknesses.

Han Chaoan and Hu Yanjin were terrified, and shouted loudly in the northern desert accent.

In an instant, many of the sand bandits and Khitan thieves who had come with them responded.

They thought that a combined attack from all the experts would be enough to defeat them, but the opponent proved to be difficult to deal with, so they had to add a human wave tactic, a military formation that poses a significant threat to Grandmasters.

The sword energy formation from Lao Jun Temple arrived even faster.

Zhou Yi could feel the strong winds coming from all directions, but he remained calm. Killing Rong Fengxiang first was precisely his goal.

These sorcerers cooperated well and were highly trained; their method of blocking off retreat routes should not be underestimated.

Rushing forward at this moment, he had no worries about the consequences.

The tangible spirit of his primordial spirit leaving its sheath made Zhou Yi's senses even more acute. Amidst the sword energy attacking from all directions, he could subtly detect the speed of the sword energy's progression and the core location of the true essence's burst through the pressure and the subtle sound of the wind.

Furthermore, he had a clear understanding of the gaps between the multiple sword energies.

As if surrounded by complete darkness, there was always a glimmer of light in his sight, sometimes small, sometimes bright.

With his extraordinary senses, he moved with ghostly agility, constantly stepping towards the light.

The sword formation appeared flawless, but Zhou Yi was the one who escaped.

To those around, all they could see was a white figure constantly dodging various sword energies with lightning speed, leaving afterimages as it moved about.

Every step he took, whether in direction or span, seemed to have been measured with the utmost precision.

This kind of movement technique is already an art.

However, in the eyes of the experts of Lao Jun Temple, he was practically a monster at this moment.

Zhou Yi precisely calculated the attack trajectory, avoiding the sharp edge with minimal movement while continuously wielding his longsword.

The first few who rushed up were completely unable to withstand his fast sword under mental pressure.

A white afterimage flashed by, and five screams rang out in succession. The sounds were continuous, as if they were a long, mournful wail from the same person.

He killed five people in a row using the most energy-efficient method.

The sword formation at Laojun Temple had a large hole in it, making it impossible to use sword energy to form the so-called "heavenly net".

The demonic monk Yique entered the sword formation and used Buddhist light to mend the tattered net.

"Click!"

Three loud crashes followed as a massive cedar tree fell and hurtled towards Zhou Yi.

He dodged aside, stepped onto the third giant tree, and soared into the air. Below, a series of cracking sounds came as the massive tree trunks were shredded into wood chips by the chaotic force.

Several people raised their palms overhead at the same time, but Zhou Yi was one step ahead of them.

The wood chips in the air turned into streaks under the pressure of Zhou Yi's palm strike, severing the throats of the four people. He landed in the middle, sweeping his sword horizontally. His incomparably powerful spiritual energy surged, and the sword light immediately poured into the pupils of everyone.

In an instant, screams rang out again, and a ring of heads flew up!
Shocked, the traitorous monk from Yique immediately formed a wall of Buddhist light to block the sword light.

However, the Mahayana skills he learned were far inferior to those of Zhu Faming in the Nine-Headed Insect Mansion, not to mention Zhu Faqing.

Zhou Yi's Blazing Sword Qi was not the same as the True Fire of the Sun that could counter this technique, but even the aftershocks were enough to restrain him.

However, this technique is inherently restrained by any mental cultivation method, and it always has the effect of weakening true qi.

This fly-like guy is so annoying.

As Zhou Yi gathered his inner energy, the group of experts who were quietly observing him saw his fiery spiritual skeleton suddenly glow.

As the next sword strike was unleashed, a mental storm spread out, and the sword's powerful, fiery aura shot straight towards the wall of Buddhist light of the traitorous monk Yique.

In an instant, veins bulged on the traitorous monk's forehead.

He was much more guarded than Rong Fengxiang, focusing on his spirit and merging with the Buddha's light formed from primordial energy, resembling a thick wall, resisting impacts under the mental cultivation of the Ten Abodes Mahayana.

However.
The Buddha's light was like a snow wall encountering a red-hot branding iron, piercing through it with a hissing sound.

This is almost the effect of the true fire of the sun scorching the realm of Mahayana enlightenment.

"Ah~~!!"

The traitorous monk screamed as his burning robe exploded, sending shreds of cloth, still flaming, flying like meteors. Several of his companions who had come to attack him were struck by the impact.

The flames went out, and the powerful energy surged into their bodies, causing five more people to fall.

The last person was hit in the face, seriously injured, and collapsed to the ground, clutching his face.

With a loud crash, the wailing was silenced by a cedar tree that came crashing down on it.

The traitorous monk, shirtless, was radiating heat, and bright red, steaming blood was gushing from the meridians on his head and temples, indicating that he was already struggling to stay afloat.

He stared at Zhou Yi in horror, his eyes fixed on him, then clutched the fatal sword wound on his chest and collapsed silently.

One wave of talent died, and Zhou Yi had no time to rest.

Before he could turn around, his longsword had already slashed back.

A massive fiery sword aura slashed into the Blackwater Mohe formation. These foreign tribes from the Nine Provinces, who were active in the Bohai Kingdom under the command of the Dragon King Bai Ziting, had never seen such a formation before.

Many people, armed with weapons, stood frozen in place, their eyes glazed over by the mental storm.

The sword energy merged with the twisting, fiery skeleton, giving the impression that this eerie and terrifying being was wielding a greatsword. Under the mental impact, one suddenly felt incredibly small!
These Tiefu tribes, which traversed the Bohai Sea, were now terrified.

Even with their spiritual mentor, Vonganda, present, they could not mend their emotional wounds.

The open-air banquet hall shook violently, and the powerful shockwave made the lanterns that had not yet fallen taut like strings. The force of the shockwave engulfed dozens of people, instantly killing them amidst their screams!

A strange noise erupted around them, and the onlookers gasped in shock at the horrific carnage!
Not far away, Feng Li and Xue Wanche, standing beside Erfeng, raised their palms to their foreheads to resist the impact of the strong wind.

Their hair was swept back and styled into a slicked-back look.

Two of the five generals of Changlin were filled with trepidation.

The previous joy was nowhere to be seen; all that remained in their eyes was the figure enveloped in firelight.

Under the mental storm, that white robe seemed to be burning and twisting as well.

How should I tell the eldest son when I get back?
While the two were terrified, Chao Gongcuo, Yin Wenxia, ​​Gai Suwen, and others were shocked by what they saw, but their eyes lit up.

In a short period of time, they killed or injured hundreds of people, including martial arts masters and many top-notch experts.

Such terrifying combat power truly makes him worthy of being the most ruthless among the four grandmasters!

Judging from the battle tactics, it was clear to the naked eye that the Celestial Master was getting increasingly anxious, obviously feeling the pressure.

Furthermore, no matter how great a grandmaster is, they cannot withstand such depletion.

With everyone united in their hatred of the enemy, they secretly exchanged information and had already grasped the clues of the mental storm. Now the time was ripe.

Guy Suwen glanced at them:
"Let's all work together, and stop hiding anything."

The experts, who had already channeled their inner energy, did not need to respond. They simply merged their energy and spirit, unleashing wave after wave of powerful aura.

The spear in Murong Fuyun's hand gleamed with silver light.

Han Chaoan kicked a piece of cedar wood that had been broken off, sending it hurtling towards Zhou Yi. Murong Fuyun leaped into the air, landing on the flying wooden pillar, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

What the Northern Overlord Spear needs is this indomitable spirit, so as to exert mental pressure to the extreme!
Hundreds of fierce Khitan bandits attacked from three directions.

Zhou Yi ignored them and instead of retreating, charged towards Murong Fuyun.

The two sides will meet in the air.

This contemporary king of Tuyuhun, while gathering the spiritual pressure of the Northern Overlord Spear, discovered that he had taken the lead over others, and the Khitan tribes were not involved.

The thought of facing Zhou Yi head-on alone made his heart pound, and every hair on his body sent out a danger signal.

Under the clash of their auras, his spirits immediately waned, and he cowered, leaping off the wooden pillar.

Zhou Yi gave a mocking smile, exerted his strength in mid-air to support the wooden pillar, changed direction, and pressed down hard on Murong Fuyun from above.

The middle-aged king had nowhere to hide, so he raised his fire to the sky and unleashed a powerful strike with a resounding crack!

The wooden pillar was imbued with Zhou Yi's true energy, and Murong Fuyun was unable to break it, so he had no choice but to forcefully compete with him.

"Bang" sound.

His knees shattered under the force of gravity, and a gust of wind pressed down from above. His teeth clenched so hard they clicked, and the wind filled his mouth, causing the flesh on his face to tremble uncontrollably.

“Bang, bang, bang~!”

The wooden pillars exploded one by one as Zhou Yi's palm strike drew ever closer, the bottom pillar now pressing down on Murong Fuyun's chest.

His blood boiled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Murong Fuyun caught his breath, and Zhou Yi also felt the air around them thinning.

Chao Gongcuo, Yin Wenxia, ​​and Lei Bazhou activated the Seven Killings Technique.

The three immortals of the South Sea joined forces to unleash the Seven Killings Formation.

The air within a radius of several feet was sucked out and transformed into a single point on their fists, swords, and staffs.

The three points intersected, and the compressed true energy shot out a powerful wave from each point. At the center of the intersection, Zhou Yi was located.

This wave of Seven Killings energy is extraordinary.

Zhou Yi dared not be careless. He flipped in mid-air and stepped on the wooden pillar that was pressing down on Murong Fuyun. He then used his hand to strike out a hand seal. With his superb hand seal technique combined with the Shifting Stars technique, the wooden pillar under his feet was immediately subjected to tremendous force and turned into wood chips all over the sky.

The middle-aged king escaped with a roll.

But he knew this was a golden opportunity, so he turned around, grabbed his gun, and joined forces with Bi Shouxuan and Wen Caiting to attack.

Huyan Jin and Han Chao'an, from the east and west sides respectively, one wielding a curved sword and the other raising a long halberd, together with the Pixu of Laojun Temple, sealed off all directions of Zhou Yi.

The force of the impact created a vortex.

The martial arts practitioners watching from afar stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape as they saw numerous cedar wood chips floating and flowing at the center of the vortex of energy, materializing the trajectory of the true energy.

The whistling sound of the wind was quite terrifying.

Beside the Taoist Celestial Master were nine top masters.

This time, without a doubt, it's a true nine against one!

At this critical moment, the last Five-Sword Overlord who rushed in became the tenth person!

He abandoned his skills and sheathed all four swords.

He gripped the longest and widest sword with both hands, unleashing a fierce slash that sent the surrounding banquet tables exploding, as if to sever the swirling vortex of energy that Zhou Yi was constantly shifting and shifting around him.

Chao Gongcuo and Bi Shouxuan were both figures of the older generation.

They have practiced for many years, and their eyesight is extraordinary.

Zhou Yi's method of moving internal energy is powerful, but it also has its limits.

At this moment, the nine masters were almost at a balance with his method.

This strike from Wu Dao Ba will be the final word!

Without hesitation, Gaisuwen, amidst the hopeful gazes of numerous debtors, brought down his blade.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The broken wood chips were frozen in place amidst the buoyancy of the air, and Gaisuwen slashed into the center of the cyclone before everyone's eyes.

If Zhou Yi's secret technique is broken, the attack of the ten people will surely kill them.

No matter how powerful a master is, once their true energy dissipates, they have absolutely no chance of blocking a weapon.

Zhou Yi's Star Shift technique had indeed reached its limit, but Gai Suwen's strike was exactly what he had expected.

At that moment, You Niaojuan, who was putting Rong Fengxiang's body into the coffin, suddenly turned around.

Ding Dadi, who was giving a haircut to an old acquaintance in Pushan Public Estate, also turned to look at Zhou Yi.

A familiar yet stirring aura was quietly rising within them.

Those who belong to the Demonic Sect feel this most deeply.

The spirits within the Zhiyang Great Aperture were all affected.

Spatial ripples spread out around Zhou Yi. The fiery skull was a manifestation of spiritual essence. When Gai Suwen slashed down, the things it extended out, though not material, were manifested through intangible means.

The so-called invisible force steals the tangible substance.

This is the ultimate essence of the Heavenly Demon Art.

Zhou Yi activated this technique not with Wanwan's Heavenly Demon True Qi, but with the pure demonic energy refined by the Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Technique flowing through his Ren and Du meridians.

Similar to Gaesuwen's five knives.

At this point, Zhou Yi was no longer playing against ten opponents at once.

When an alternative primordial spirit emerges from its sheath, it becomes a second body.

Besides its role in mental storming, another function of it is to extend the concept of the abstract into the concrete, and to generate the abstract from the concrete.

This is a deep open source of the Heavenly Monarch's Secret Techniques.

At this moment, the fiery skull rippled with spatial fluctuations. Gaisuwen was about to break through the Star Shift technique, but he was pulled into the purest secrets of the Heavenly Demon.

The little demoness who had knocked Zu Junyan unconscious looked over here, not at all surprised.

However, the expressions of the group of experts who were locked in a stalemate changed drastically.

Gaisuwen felt as if his strength had been thrown into the sea.

"How is this possible?!"

The confidence that once graced this martial arts prodigy's face was now completely gone.

Pi Shouxuan glared and, this time taking it seriously, exclaimed in unison with Wen Caiting: "This is the Heavenly Demon Art!"

Holding the golden sword, Wen Caiting's face paled: "How could you use the Heavenly Demon Secret Technique?"

Facing the top ten masters, Zhou Yi showed neither joy nor sorrow, revealing a profound and enigmatic demeanor:
"Essence, Qi, and Spirit transform into the Three Treasures, from which all things are born. The Heavenly Demon Secret is just one of the myriad methods. I control all methods, so what's so strange about me understanding the Heavenly Demon Secret?"

The Demon Lord was already struggling to resist the mental storm, but worried that they would back down, he gritted his teeth and warned, "Don't listen to his nonsense!"

"His words were only meant to disturb our peace of mind. Right now, he is under a lot more pressure than we are. He will be the first to be worn down!"

Murong Fuyun gripped his spear and roared outwards, "Where is the Animaqing Mountain tribe?!"

This was an important pasture and strategic location for the Tuyuhun people.

It was also where his elite troops were located.

Everyone suddenly realized that, looking at the Rong family's forces, their side had a significant advantage.

The forces of Western Qin, Liang, Bohai, Khitan Mohe, Liu Wuzhou, Liang Shidu, Wang Shichong, and Li Mi, among many others, far exceeded those who took advantage of the chaos.

They were merely being held back, but that didn't mean they couldn't escape.

Murong Fuyun gave a low shout, and more than ten people beside Prince Fuqian responded in unison, charging towards Zhou Yi's direction!
"Don't run away!"

Kou Zhong shouted loudly, and together with Mu Daoren and Wuya Daoren, they intercepted them.

Xu Ziling's fight with Fu Qian attracted several Tuyuhun experts.

Xiang Siren saw an opportunity and shouted to Yang Qing, "Brother Yang, charge in!"

The troops they brought were even stronger than those of the Duke of Chen, and were the main force of this side. Dugu Feng, along with Zhao Congwen and Guo Wenyi, led their men to fight against them.

This kid is in danger.

Dugu Feng squinted at Zhou Yi, his old face filled with a gloomy expression, as he was about to mobilize manpower to provide support.

Guo Wenyi, who was standing nearby, noticed this and immediately stopped him: "Steward, don't be impulsive. Proceed according to plan."

Zhao Congwen and Guo Wenyi also sensed great danger.

The Celestial Master is acting too hastily, trying to swallow the Eastern Capital whole, and is likely to choke himself to death.

However, what's done is done, and there's no time for further planning; we have no choice but to carry out the plan to the end.

Liu Heita's men clashed with the Pushan Public Camp, while Ba Feng Han fought against Liu Wuzhou's troops, helping the Dongming faction complete its debt collection business.

However, this still couldn't stop the various forces, which had a significant numerical advantage, from rushing towards the center where the ten strongest fighters were besieging Zhou Yi.

Shi Long flicked his sleeves and unleashed a powerful strike that killed two Turks.

With a leap, he jumped towards where Zhou Yi was.

Shi Long noticed that there was a slender figure in white who was even faster than him.

This person abandoned Zu Junyan, so they are clearly on the same side.

However, when Murong Fuyun spoke up, Han Chaoan and Huyan Jin also spoke up in succession.

They were not rootless drifters; they all led a group of subordinates.

As Chao Gongcuo and Yin Wenxia observed the surrounding situation, their composure grew, and they thought to themselves that they might kill a martial arts grandmaster today!

Leaving aside the grudges between the South China Sea faction and their relationship with Li Mi.

Such glorious achievements would resound throughout the South China Sea even after he is buried in the ground.

They were the kind of people who had never suffered a loss, but Lei Bazhou looked at Zhou Yi cautiously. After observing his expression, he immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Having just visited Pegasus Ranch, Lei Bazhou knew Zhou Yi's personality very well.

As a large number of attackers approached with shouts of battle, he saw that Zhou Yi's expression remained normal, and his heart began to pound, his bad premonition growing stronger.

When Wu Dao Ba unleashed his power again, Zhou Yi withdrew his attention with a hint of regret.

No 'resurrected' corpse suddenly appeared from all around.

Li Mi, you're really cunning.

His regretful expression didn't escape Wen Caiting's notice, and the stunningly beautiful elder of the demonic sect finally revealed a triumphant smile: "Celestial Master, are you regretting it?"

"No, I have things to do, I don't have time to play with you."

The middle-aged kings, Han Chaoan and Huyan Jin, sneered in unison: "Still trying to leave?!" As soon as Zhou Yi uttered those words, everyone immediately intensified their efforts, determined not to let him break free.

Just as they unleashed their power, Zhou Yi also increased his internal energy.

The Heavenly Demon Technique suddenly narrowed and tightened!

At this moment, Zhou Yi cleverly reversed the direction of everyone's exertion, making it consistent with the contraction direction of the Heavenly Demon Force Field, thus manifesting a terrifying vortex of energy that rapidly converged at a single point!
In an instant, the entire space felt deathly still and cold.

The world quieted down, and the pulse and heartbeat of each individual became crystal clear.

Even though Gaisuwen didn't understand the secret techniques of the demonic sect, he still keenly sensed the danger.

However, the more fiercely the enemy exerts their strength, the more exactly it plays into their hands, as it can absorb the enemy's true energy at will, like a bottomless black hole.

Gaisu was also caught in the force field and was unable to break free immediately.

Bi Shouxuan and Wen Caiting realized that they had experienced this feeling once before at the Chengxiang Hall in Jiangdu.

But this time, the power is even more terrifying.

And the space compression speed is too fast!

As insiders, they tried to withdraw their strength, but they were already affected by the spatial ripples. Unlike the "mutual destruction" that Yin Hou committed with the enemy, this time what exploded was not some kind of essence blood.

It was a mental storm mixed with immense true energy!

The violent impact shook the space and spread in all directions, causing the entire banquet hall to tremble!
Zhou Yi had anticipated this, and the instant the Heavenly Demon Force Field exploded, he immediately used the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique to knock down the chaotic spiritual energy rushing towards him.

While remaining alert, resist that immense true energy.

Even so, being at the absolute center, his body trembled violently, his fiery spiritual bones crumbled, and he stamped several deep pits in the ground, his blood and qi churning within him.

The first wave of attackers who came from all sides were positioned close together. Accompanied by the shockwave of the collapsing force field, they fell down like wheat being harvested. Hundreds of people died instantly under the impact of this combined energy, and blood flowed like a river in an instant!
The clanging of weapons hitting the ground and the thud of weapons falling to the ground were a cacophony.

Those who were affected from a distance, even those who were not injured, stopped in their tracks.

The screams and shouts were so loud that nothing could be heard clearly.

Upon seeing the center of the chaotic battle, he was so frightened that he forcibly mute himself.

Among the top ten masters, Wen Caiting was the first to fall. Her golden sword fell, and she staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground. Her lifeless eyes stared straight in the direction where Zhou Yi was.

As the elders of the Demonic Sect lay dying, their faces withered and their youth faded.

She had the lowest skill level and died directly from the force field of the explosion.

The rest of the people weren't having an easy time either.

Zhou Yilian suppressed the churning blood and qi within his body.

As the sword flashed towards the King of Tuyuhun, Murong Fuyun slashed down with his spear to block it. With just this one movement, his face turned as red as blood, and he could not even muster 20% of his strength. As soon as the spear and sword collided, Murong Fuyun's tiger's mouth split open, and the spear slipped from his hand.

A cold, sharp light flashed in Murong Fuyun's eyes!
"Your Majesty!" the Tuyuhun people shouted!
However, they could not stop a stream of blood from spurting from Murong Fuyun's throat, splattering onto Han Chaoan's knife beside him.

Even the face of this notorious bandit was stained with the blood of a middle-aged king.

He jolted awake, and dragging his heavily injured body, he took off running.

But before he could take two steps, Zhou Yi slashed with his sword, and the gray robe on the bandit's back was torn open with a "hiss," and a sword aura pierced through his back, passing through his chest.

"Ah~!"

Lin Chaoan screamed as his curved blade flew far away, and he fell to the ground.

He's dead. Another martial arts master has died!
The martial arts practitioners standing far away on the Rong Mansion's wall didn't dare to blink as the King of Tuyuhun's spear appeared in the hands of the Taoist master.

Amidst the sharp whistling of the wind, he threw it back at Huyan Jin.

Hearing the sound of wind breaking behind him, the Khitan bandit leader dodged to the side.

That's a brilliant move, like someone with eyes in the back of their head.

However, his movements were sluggish, and Zhou Yi quickly caught up. Hu Yanjin raised his halberd and turned around to strike back. Although he was injured and his strength was less than a third of what it used to be, his angle was tricky and he still showed the demeanor of a martial arts master.

bingo!

Huyan Jin was overjoyed, but after calming down, he realized that it was just an afterimage.

"Ah~!"

He was kicked in the stomach and bent over like a shrimp, crashing into the roots of a fallen cedar tree.

Immediately afterwards, his body trembled, and a heart-wrenching pain shot through his chest.

The halberd pierced through his chest, pinning him to the tree!
After Zhou Yi threw his halberd, he leaped up and caught up with the fleeing Pi Xu and Pi Shou Xuan. The pale-faced demon was now completely devoid of color.

The more ferocious he was when he attacked, the more disheveled he became now.

Pi Shouxuan was faster than this demonic cultivator.

However, Pi Xu was very weak at this moment. After Zhou Yi caught up, he couldn't even withstand a single move. To everyone's astonishment, his longsword, along with his heart meridian, was shattered by a single sword strike!
Another one dies!
A martial arts master who can escape even when injured and cannot be killed.

At this point, it was like meat on a chopping board.

"Celestial Master, please don't make a move! I can persuade Shi Hong to submit to you!"

The ancient demon, who was of extremely high seniority, panicked for the first time after practicing the dual cultivation of cloud and rain and guarding the Xuan.

He begged for mercy as he fled.

Although it's a survival instinct, it completely ruins one's reputation and dignity.

"You want to kill me, and then beg for mercy if you can't? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Zhou Yi didn't waste any more words with him. He locked his aura onto Bi Shouxuan, unleashed his full lightness skill, stirred up the wind and clouds, and chased after him with lightning speed.

Bi Shouxuan had already pushed his limits by suppressing his injuries and escaping.

As he felt the wind getting closer, a sense of bewilderment arose in his heart.

It's impossible to win a fight right now.

But how can we run away?!

Having lived a life of carefree joy, is he destined to die here in regret?

Pi Shouxuan turned around and saw a sharp, piercing gaze, more intense than a sword blade, from seven or eight zhang away.

He opened his mouth and shouted:
"Queen Yin, quickly save this old man!!"

At that moment, Bi Shouxuan suddenly looked to the southeast, and behind a cluster of houses, a gaze was clearly directed at him.

He had a premonition, which was that the Empress Dowager would appear.

"Sect Master, save me!"

Pi Shouxuan received no response. As he turned around, the fiery longsword slashed down, growing larger and larger in his pupils.

In despair, Pi Shouxuan raised his sword to block.

At this moment, neither side is evenly matched.

"Click!"

The short knife shattered, pieces falling apart before my eyes.

Without pausing, the longsword drew a fiery arc before Bi Shouxuan's eyes.

"No!!"

A third of a breath later, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, his head seemed to dislocate, and he could no longer make a sound.

The old demon, who had roamed the world for decades, has had his evil deeds cleared and his debts settled.

Zhou Yi continued his pursuit without stopping.

Nagaswein was wounded, but he was the smartest. He escaped into the army and, under the cover of the chaos, fled into the distance.

Forget about being the second best warrior in Goguryeo; escaping is the priority.

Lei Bazhou's skill was not as high as Gai Suwen's, but he was the least injured. When everyone unleashed their last burst of power, he withdrew his strength.

When Zhou Yi killed the man, Lei Bazhou tore his cumbersome wide-sleeved robe to shreds and, relying on his extensive escape experience, had already vanished without a trace.

Chao Gongcuo's foundation was far more solid than Lei Bazhou's. He had taken Lei Bazhou's warning to heart, but he never expected that Lei would actually be right!
His plan was equally clear: to flee towards Xingyang.

The only one who can deal with Taoist masters is a spiritual mentor!
Back then, he fought Ning Sanren and remained undefeated for a hundred moves. This time, however, he failed to kill a junior and was killed and fled in panic.

The old man from the South China Sea is very old and values ​​his reputation highly.

This will not only ruin his reputation in his later years, but also cast a long shadow over his mind.

Throughout his life, Chao Gongcuo had never been in such a hurry, especially being chased by a junior. Such a profound emotional trauma must have required a spiritual mentor to heal him.

Chao Gongcuo faintly heard Bi Shouxuan's cries for help, and a chill ran down his spine. He ran even faster.

The South Sea Fairy Granny was also desperately trying to escape.

Yin Wenxia's skill was inferior to Chao Gongcuo's, but his temper was worse, and he didn't take Lei Bazhou's words to heart.

Therefore, her injury was the most severe among the three immortals.

Despite his superb lightness skill, Yin Wenxia was still the slowest one to run away.

On the bustling Jinshi Street in front of the Rong Mansion, not long after Bi Shouxuan's death, those martial artists who didn't dare to enter the Rong Mansion saw two figures, one chasing and one fleeing.

The speed of these two people is far beyond that of ordinary people.

But the South Sea Immortal was quickly caught up and they had a brief encounter on Jinshi Street.

Then, Yin Wenxia's screams echoed throughout the martial arts world of Dongdu!

The silver cane broke into several pieces, and the Immortal Granny was killed by a sword aura on the main street of Jinchang.

On the brightly lit streets, the blood of the Fairy Granny flowed out in bright red flowers.

No one touched the corpse, but many people watched in horror. The battle at the Rong Mansion continued, and they saw the Celestial Master rush in again.

The atmosphere in the Rong Mansion has undergone a complete transformation.

In the past, it was rare to see living grandmasters; now, however, there are only a group of dead grandmasters.

Feng Li's Adam's apple bobbed as he stiffly looked at Xue Wanche beside him.

He stammered "this" several times, unsure how to begin. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it was true.

What should I say to the eldest son when I get back?
The Rong family's birthday banquet turned into a funeral banquet, with a Taoist master fighting ten martial arts masters single-handedly with one sword?!

Xue Wanche ignored Feng Li and looked at Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun, who had regained their composure.

"Second Young Master, is the Celestial Master now invincible?"

Li Shimin shook his head: "I don't know."

"However, his methods of killing must be the best in the world."

Feng Li couldn't help but interject, "How can he fight against a group of enemies without stopping and recovering his strength? Also, how could someone so young have cultivated such skill!"

Li Shimin himself was curious, so how could he reply to him?

"If you want to know, just ask him yourself."

Feng Li shrank his neck; he was guilty and didn't have the guts to do anything.

Looking at the chaos in the Rong Mansion, Xue Wanche was filled with turmoil.

The situation did not move in the direction they had expected.

The opposing side of the Celestial Masters always had the majority of the troops, but it was like a battle between two armies. With ten generals on their side and a sure win, they were killed or wounded by a single enemy.

Ten generals, not one left.

Although we have a lot of manpower, we are already struggling to establish a firm foothold and morale is low.

"Can they hold on?" Feng Li asked with a hint of hope.

Empress Erfeng and Empress Zhangsun were too lazy to respond.

Xue Wanche shook his head and pointed towards the east courtyard wall: "Those Khitans, Mohes, and Bohai people are already fleeing for their lives."

"Hahaha!"

Just then, a loud laugh rang out.

In the crowd, a burly young man holding a large knife was laughing heartily, ignoring his numerous injuries.

"Fu Qian, you have lost!"

Kou Zhong looked at the young man lying in a pool of blood and took a long breath.

Murong Fuqian glared angrily at Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, then tilted his head and closed his eyes with a look of resentment.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

The Tuyuhun expert beside him hurriedly called out and shook his body in desperation, but there was no response at all.

Soon, Murong Fuqian lost his breath.

This young master met his end at his birthday banquet.

Thus, the old king, the middle-aged king, and the young king of Tuyuhun all perished.

It is conceivable that the royal court of Tuyuhun would undergo tremendous changes in the vast areas of Fusi City, Xiqing Mountain, and the Tao River basin.

"Let's go~!"

Those clansmen from Xihai, Heyuan, and Shanshan all retreated.

The king is dead.

There's no point in staying in the Eastern Capital anymore.

However, it wasn't just their family that experienced changes.

It is foreseeable that today's birthday banquet battle will be a turning point for a large area of ​​land outside Kyushu.

If Lin Chaoan and Hu Yanjin had run a little faster on the road to the underworld, they might have been able to catch up with Shen Mohuan. The three most vicious bandits would meet again in the netherworld.

They were not only bandits, but also involved various tribes in the northern desert.

Not only will Kyushu's soup be unavailable, but the power of the grasslands will also return to a new state.

After all, too many masters have died.

Some fled, while others continued to fight.

Liu Heita and Su Dingfang's men, along with Miss Zhai's men, are still fighting against the Pushan Public Army.

Li Mi's men were initially able to fight, but now their morale has waned and they are retreating step by step.

"Xiang Siren, you traitor, why don't you surrender!"

Dugu Feng roared, and Guo Wenyi and Zhao Congwen also shouted, "Xiang Siren, surrender immediately!"

Xiang Siren and Yang Qing had five thousand men. As the battle raged on, Xiang Siren was also aroused and said, "You can't decide whether I surrender or not. It has to be Zheng Guogong who agrees."

Guo Wenyi said sarcastically, "Wang Shichong is such a coward, he doesn't even dare to show his head, how can he speak?"

Xiang Siren glanced at Yang Qing.

Both men knew that Wang Shichong's plans at the birthday banquet had come to naught.

But now that we have a large army, we must at least rush to the capital.

Yang Qing did not speak, but instead held his sword to Si Ren and said, "The Duke is in the Ziwei Palace. If you wish to see him, come with me."

"it is good."

The sudden "Good!" came from behind.

As the two armies faced each other, most of Xiang Siren's men were focused on the direction of Dugu Peak. Suddenly, chaos broke out in the rear of the army. Before Xiang Siren could turn around, many guards shouted and thrust their spears at his back.

These guards were focused and quick to react, immediately setting up their battle formation.

However, Zhou Yi's arrival was sudden, and his movements were difficult to catch.

These guards hastily unleashed their spears, but Zhou Yi could merely shift his head an inch to the side, or slightly rotate his waist and hips by half a degree, or lightly slide his feet by half an inch, and he would brush past the attacks from all sides with a trail of afterimages, a move that was both extremely dangerous and incredibly skillful.

Those around him were astonished to see him moving through the battle formation.

Xiang Siren paled even more. Before he could swing his greatsword, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist as his Taiyuan and Lieque acupoints were pinched shut.

His hands went sore and he lost his strength, and the greatsword fell to the ground.

Zhou Yi reached out and grabbed Xiang Siren's greatsword, sweeping it around and clearing a large area.

Then he grabbed him by the back of the neck and led this powerful general of the Nine-Headed Insect out of the army formation.

Yang Qing's elbows were trembling.

Xiang Siren was just arrested like that?

He suddenly wondered, "Why did Wang Shichong send me here?"
Eliminate the Celestial Master?

Yang Qing glanced around and saw the corpses of those martial arts masters.

At this moment, when he should have rallied the team and spoken up to help Xiang Siren, Yang Qing remained silent with a stern face.

"I also wish to see the Duke of Zheng. Is he truly in the Ziwei Palace?"

"Of course."

Suppressing his fear, Xiang Siren avoided looking at the white-robed man beside him and said solemnly, "If the Celestial Master wishes to see Duke Zheng, please come with me."

He also wanted to say something like, "How many large armies does the Duke of Zheng have?"

As a result, I felt a sudden loosening at the back of my neck, my internal energy stopped, and I was thrown in front of Dugu Feng.

Zhou Yi said casually, "Since this person is a traitor, let the steward handle him."

Dugu Feng exchanged a glance with him, then his voice immediately turned cold: "Kill!"

Xiang Siren trembled with fear and tried to plead, "Don't kill me, I have something to say!"

Guo Lao Er replied, "Okay, speak with your head down."

Without stopping, Zhao Congwen grabbed his hair, stretched his neck, and before Xiang Siren could speak, he swiftly brought down the head with a single stroke.

He had already killed a Duke of Chen before.

At this point, killing General Xiang was not enough for the two men. They looked at Yang Qing with a smile, their eyes scanning his neck.

Yang Qing's troops were arrayed around him, with a forest of guns erected.

Zhou Yi was unwilling to take the risk at this point.

He looked only at Yang Qing and asked, "General Yang, are you also a traitor?"

Yang Qing frowned and shook his head in a deep voice, saying, "I'm not."

He looked at his entourage and subordinates: "Put down your guns."

With Xiang Siren dead, he became the sole commander, and all the soldiers obeyed him, laying down their spears and halberds.

Yang Qing walked out of the army formation, having completely forgotten Wang Shichong's instructions.

To the soldiers' utter surprise,

Yang Qing walked up to Zhou Yi and immediately bowed deeply.
"The Duke of Zheng has been impersonated, plotting against both the Rong Mansion and the Imperial City. I am incompetent and can only feign compliance. This time, I entrust military power to the Heavenly Master and request him to descend upon the Ziwei Palace to save the Emperor Tai."

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(End of this chapter)