Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 171 A Bloody Opening Ceremony, Jiang Yuyan: Kill!

The autumn rain was drizzling, and the dark clouds were filled with cold wind and rain. The raindrops flew obliquely and fell on the people of the martial arts world who were lying, sitting or crouching on the eaves, and on the bamboo sheds below. The rain fell in a drizzling curtain, but it could not hide the faces of the people of the martial arts world who were looking on with longing eyes.

The entire Murong family compound was surrounded by layers upon layers of martial arts practitioners.

Looking down the street, there were rows of Eastern Depot agents and Jinyiwei guards, and all sorts of江湖人 (jianghu people, people from all walks of life) crowded under the eaves. It was so crowded that there wasn't even enough space for a raindrop to get between people.

Yet, amidst this wind and rain, it was so quiet it was as if there wasn't even a breath; only the pattering of the wind and rain wove a melody.

The night rain in Xiaoxiang is even desolate.

tread!tread!

The sound of horses' hooves splashing in the water could be heard, and in the distance, a majestic long dragon could be seen approaching.

Three hundred tall horses, their bodies clad in iron armor, led the way. The riders on horseback were also fully armored, their hands, clad in iron gloves, gripping two-and-a-half-meter-long broadswords. Iron hammers, etched into their leg armor, hung from their waists, making a cracking sound.

Behind them were two rows of soldiers in black armor guarding an exquisite palanquin. The bright yellow canopy was embroidered with golden dragons, and on the noble seat sat the prince, who was bound hand and foot and dressed in bright yellow prince's robes, looking particularly conspicuous.

No one paid attention to the crown prince's cries and breakdown, especially Liu happy, who was riding a horse with a clean coat of fur beside the palanquin.

The white horse, its gloomy eyes filled with red veins, was scanning its surroundings, trying to find Jiang Yuyan's location.

Behind the palanquin was a carriage, equally magnificent, and inside sat the current imperial concubine, Murong Shu, daughter of Murong Wudi.

Later, a large number of martial arts figures accompanied them, making the lineup extremely lavish.

From the sky, one could see that the entire city was quiet and still, with no houses lit by any fire. The dark city seemed to harbor an unsettling beast. The only reassuring sight was the brightly lit Murong Mansion, with an extra candle placed in the lanterns in front of the mansion, casting a pale white light on the thin paper.

"With a large army outside the city and a net spread across the city, with such a formidable force, will Jiang Yuyan really come?" Tan Tian, ​​the head of the Eastern Depot, leaped onto the roof and asked loudly from his high vantage point.

His twin brother, too, leaped to the other end, shouting, "He'll come!"

During the conversation, he asked again, "Why did you come?"

He put one hand on his hip, drew his sword, and pointed it directly at the other side.

A wooden stake stood upright in the wind and rain, with a lantern hanging at its top. The lantern had clearly been specially treated, shining brightly even in the wind and rain, but the oil inside kept dripping down onto the corpse hanging below.

He spoke with a deep breath, his voice cold and menacing: "Because we dug up her mother's corpse! If it weren't for the rainy day, we would have made sure her mother was thoroughly exposed to the sun!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A portal suddenly appeared on the empty ground!

The long street fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the door.

A black boot stepped out from the middle, splashing several handfuls of water into the puddles on the street.

Before the water droplets could fall, Jiang Yuyan had already walked out of the door, one hand on her straw hat and the other on her knife. Her black outfit and red belt made her look particularly menacing.

Jiang Yuyan stood on the street, raising her head proudly to look at the "thousands of troops" opposite her. Her wildflower-like fragility was quickly fading away, leaving behind arrogance and domineering. Her face, which used to look kind and easy to bully, now looked much fiercer, especially her eyes, which were like two bright pearls that had been polished to an extremely dazzling degree, illuminating the rain curtain.

"I, Jiang Yuyan, have come to kill the Crown Prince on my master's orders."

"Those who block my way, die!"

After Jiang Yuyan finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of the lanterns and corpse dancing in the wind out of the corner of her eye. Her frail body instantly stiffened, her long, trembling eyelashes froze, and she exclaimed, "Mother?"

"Release the arrows!!!"

Just then, a row of archers suddenly stood up on the wall of the Murong family compound, and under the orders of Tan Tian and Shuo Di, they set up fires.

Arrows whizzed towards the corpse of Little White Swallow.

"don't want!"

but!

Bang!

Thirty giant shields slammed into the ground like walls, splashing water that formed a continuous wall of water, making the fierce patterns on them exceptionally clear.

Jiang Yuyan attempted to rise up by stepping on the shield, but several rows of spears immediately pierced out from between the shields, their tips chilling and their red tassels like blood.

Although Jiang Yuyan was not injured, her progress was hindered.

The rocket crashed down, and Jiang Yuyan's pupils shrank to their limit. The cold, icy rain slapped against her face, and the image of her mother's body being engulfed in flames flashed through her mind.

But at that moment!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wei Wu ignored the shield formation and the deadly spears thrust out, gracefully stepping on raindrops to ascend into the air, flicking his long sleeves.

"Snapped!"

A sound like muffled thunder echoed in the sky, the wind blew and the rain froze, a water dragon raised its head and roared, swirling up the countless rockets in the sky, and with a "boom," it swallowed up the Murong family's archway, gate, and the people on the walls.

Wei Wu stood on the wooden stake, unaffected by the raging wind and rain, his loud laughter carried on the wind: "What a grand display, what despicable tactics!"

His voice wasn't loud, but once it came out, it seemed to be amplified, easily suppressing the sound of the storm. It echoed through the streets and alleys like the wailing of ghosts and wolves. Those who weren't skilled enough had their eardrums shattered as soon as they heard it, and they collapsed to the ground in pain, clutching their heads.

It was a sonic power that combined the Ghostly Wind Howl, the Buddhist Lion's Roar, the Taoist Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, and the secret technique of transmitting sound a thousand miles with a single lamp!

Seeing that Jiang Yuyan had calmed down, Wei Wu nodded in satisfaction, then pointed his gaze at Liu Xi beside the carriage and said, "I told you to sharpen your knives, not to dig up graves! But this is my disciple's specialty, so as her master, I won't steal her thunder."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of moonlight rose.

The wind and rain continue, the clouds have not dispersed, so where is the moonlight coming from?

Where will the moonlight be?

The "moon" is in Jiang Yuyan's hands.

It was a three-foot-seven-inch-long curved sword, its blade curved like a crescent moon, its edge frosty and cold, radiating a hazy, moonlit glow. The blade was bluish-green, as if it were covered with a layer of rust, but each rust mark was formed from countless drops of blood that had splattered on it and then solidified!

Jiang Yuyan raised her hand and removed the hairpin from her head, her long black hair spreading out like dark clouds. Her left index finger traced the blade of the curved knife, and the rust spots on it fell off, revealing the dark blue blade and a strong, bloody smell, like a pool of blood.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her dark hair curving across her pale face. With a single strike, she shattered the shield formation, then strode forward through the rain of blood, shouting, "Die!"

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