Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

The Maitreya Patriarch stared intently at Wu Liang.

A murderous intent surged wildly within him.

Qiu Baichuan is dead too!

The elite troops of the sect suffered heavy casualties.

Three thousand Gaotang guards had already surrounded Changning Ward.

More troops are still arriving.

The ballistae were all turned around and aimed at the group of experts.

There's no chance to capture Wu Liang tonight!

Staying will only lead to greater losses.

"withdraw!"

Sang Jiushu suddenly looked up.

"Master!"

"Take Bai Chuan's corpse with you!"

"Walk!"

Sang Jiushu gritted his teeth and carried Qiu Baichuan's corpse on his back.

The White Lotus followers felt as if they had been granted a pardon upon hearing the order to retreat.

The remaining people no longer cared about fighting and broke out in different directions.

Qin Hongshao pointed his long sword forward.

"Stop them!"

"Release the arrows!"

Arrows rained down again.

Wei Changfeng gave the order at the same time.

"Aim the ballista!"

"Don't let those experts get away!"

The winch spun rapidly.

The thick, heavy steel arrows were lifted into the air.

The patriarch Maitreya pushed his palms downwards.

Dozens of white lotuses drifted down along the long street.

"Back off!"

Wu Liang issued a stern warning.

Qin Hongshao also gave the order at the same moment.

"Shield formation retracts!"

"Raise your shields!"

The soldiers at the front quickly crouched down.

The shields are connected to each other.

A sky full of white lotuses bloomed at the same time!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Milky white palm-shaped energy splattered across the long street.

The ground cracked inch by inch.

The shields shattered one after another.

More than a dozen soldiers coughed up blood and flew backward.

The tight military formation was forcibly torn open!

The sleeves of the Maitreya Patriarch fluttered, and the white lotus beneath his feet transformed into a milky white radiance.

With one step, his body rose into the air.

With the second step, he rose dozens of feet higher!

Sang Jiushu followed closely behind, carrying Qiu Baichuan's corpse on his back.

Two Zhixuan flew directly over the heads of the thousands of soldiers, one after the other!

"put!"

The crossbow's bowstring snapped open with a loud thud.

Three heavy steel arrows shot into the night sky simultaneously!

The patriarch Maitreya turned around and waved his palm.

A giant white lotus blooms in mid-air.

The first heavy arrow struck the lotus flower, its shaft trembled violently, its speed decreased rapidly, and it finally veered to the side, crashing through a house.

A second heavy arrow flew in from the side.

With the corpse on his back, Sang Jiushu could not easily turn around and could only swing his soft sword at the arrowhead.

clang!

Mars exploded in the night sky.

Sang Jiushu's arm trembled violently.

The heavy steel arrow was also deflected by the sword's edge, grazing past his feet.

The third heavy arrow went straight for Maitreya Buddha's chest.

Wu Liang simultaneously used the Swift Dragon Step to chase after them from behind.

If the Maitreya Patriarch had dodged the ballista, he might have been caught up by Wu Liang.

If he were to turn back and fight Wu Liang, the heavy steel arrow would hit him head-on.

In the critical moment, he pressed down with both palms at the same time.

The power of heaven and earth around them rapidly converged.

His body rose several meters higher again!

Heavy steel arrows flew past his feet.

Wu Liang had already caught up to them.

The hidden blade's light surged, slashing straight at his back!

The Maitreya Patriarch forcibly turned around and met the sword's edge with a palm strike.

Milky white qi clashed with jade sword qi high in the sky.

A dazzling burst of light erupted in the night.

Maitreya Buddha continued to fly backward using the force of the collision.

"Wu Liang!"

"I will remember this grudge!"

"One day, I will personally take your life!"

Wu Liang drew his sword and gave chase again.

Sang Jiushu suddenly turned around and unleashed more than ten gray-white sword energies in succession.

Sword energy crisscrossed in the sky, blocking the direction of pursuit.

Wu Liang brandished his concealed blade.

The jade sword light shattered the gray-white sword energy one after another.

The patriarch Maitreya and Sang Jiushu had already taken the opportunity to fly out of Changningfang.

The archers below kept firing arrows.

Once the arrow reaches that height, its power diminishes significantly.

The two swordsmen waved their sleeves, sweeping away the rain of arrows.

Thousands of troops could block the streets and houses, but they could hardly stop two powerful cultivators who were determined to escape and could fly through the air.

Wu Liang had just survived a major battle and had multiple wounds on his body.

Continuing to pursue them alone out of Gaotang would likely lead to another ambush.

He could only stand there in mid-air, watching helplessly as the two figures disappeared into the night in the distance.

On the other side of the city, Wen Xingzhou was also leading Mo Wanwan in a breakout.

He maintained a distance of two steps from Mo Wanwan, blocking the arrows and black-clad guards that came from the side.

Mo Wanwan's injuries were too severe.

I had just run out of an alley when a tearing pain shot through my chest, and my steps slowed down.

Wen Xingzhou looked back.

Two squads of black-clad guards were chasing after them from behind.

Yan Jingshuang also stepped over the roof ridge and quickly approached from the side.

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed again from the street corner ahead.

The shield formation blocks the way out!

"Holy Maiden, there's no way forward!"

Wen Xingzhou took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it, then turned and rushed toward the side wall.

"Over here!"

Just as Mo Wanwan was about to follow, a sword light slashed down from the roof.

Yan Jingshuang stood between the two.

The long sword in his hand was pointed directly at Mo Wanwan.

"You can't leave."

When Mo Wanwan saw her, the hatred in her heart surged again.

It was this woman who ruined my plans last night!

It was she who helped Wu Liang break free from the love curse, allowing him to receive an incredible stroke of good fortune!

"You bitch!"

"I should have killed you first!"

Yan Jingshuang tightened her grip on the sword slightly.

"You've lost your chance."

The longsword thrust out.

Mo Wanwan hurriedly pulled out a dagger from her sleeve.

She had just circulated her inner energy when her injuries flared up.

A sharp pain shot through my internal organs.

The movement was also a beat slower.

Yan Jingshuang has already reached the peak of the Vajra Realm, and her combat experience far surpasses that of Mo Wanwan.

The first sword strike forced the dagger back.

The second sword slashed through the sleeve.

The third sword strike severed the weapon in Mo Wanwan's hand.

When the fourth sword fell, the tip of the sword was already stopped in front of Mo Wanwan's throat.

Wen Xingzhou wanted to help.

Ye Zhiwei had already led her men to the other alley entrance.

Dozens of guards in black robes drew their bows and nocked their arrows.

Figures also appeared on the roof.

The roads in front and behind are completely blocked!

Wen Xingzhou's gaze swept quickly across his surroundings.

If I go to rescue Mo Wanwan, I'll get trapped here too.

He waved his sleeve.

A cloud of purple smoke exploded in the alley.

"Beware, it might be poisonous!"

Ye Zhiwei immediately covered her mouth and nose.

Yan Jingshuang also held her breath, the tip of her sword still not leaving Mo Wanwan's throat.

Taking advantage of the smoke obscuring his vision, Wen Xingzhou crashed through the side wall and rushed into the neighboring house.

The archers of the Black-Clad Guards fired their arrows simultaneously.

An arrow struck Wen Xingzhou in the back.

He swayed slightly, but still did not stop.

After leaping over several rooftops, and aided by the White Lotus Palm technique left by the Maitreya Patriarch and the chaos in the city, they disappeared into the night.

Mo Wanwan was stunned when she saw this scene.

"Wen Xingzhou!"

"You dare abandon me!"

"Wen Xingzhou!"

No one responded.

Her chest heaved with blood and qi, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Yan Jingshuang raised her hand and sealed several of her acupoints.

Ye Zhiwei waved his hand and gave the order.

"Lock it up!"

The black-clad guards swarmed forward.

The iron chains bound his hands and feet.

Mo Wanwan no longer had the strength to struggle.

The battle in Changning Ward gradually came to an end.

After losing several top-level experts, the remaining members of the White Lotus Cult were completely trapped in a desperate situation.

Even a Vajra Realm expert can still rely on their cultivation to launch a fierce attack.

Second and third-rank warriors fell one after another in the face of the tight military formation and the rain of arrows.

Some people were impaled by heavy arrows from ballistae and pinned to the wall.

Some people exhausted their protective energy and died under the attack of the Black-Clad Guards.

Some people laid down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

The shouts of battle gradually subsided.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger.

The long street was littered with corpses lying haphazardly.

Flames erupted from the collapsed house.

The groans of wounded soldiers could be heard from all directions.

As Wu Liang landed from mid-air, his first glance fell upon the injured.

"Gather the seriously injured in the courtyard!"

"Prepare hot water, strong liquor, needle and thread, and wound medicine!"

"Bring out all the hemostatic powder and bone-healing ointment too!"

"quick!"

The soldiers immediately sprang into action.

Wu Liang squatted down next to a black-clad guard with a broken sternum.

The silver needles were inserted, first sealing several major acupoints around the heart meridian.

The divine energy flowed into the injured person's body along the fingertips.

The black-clad guard, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes again.

"Your Highness..."

"Don't speak."

Wu Liang bent down to tend to his injuries.

"With me here, you won't die."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the guard in black.

He had clearly seen the scene of Wu Liang killing Zhi Xuan in mid-air.

Such a person is now crouching in a pool of blood, personally healing himself, an ordinary guard in black robes.

The other injured people around were equally moved as they watched this scene.

The Carefree King loved his soldiers like his own children!

The Holy Hand, the Compassionate and Carefree King!

The Carefree King is worth following, worth entrusting, and worth risking one's life for!

How fortunate it is to be able to follow such a great leader!

I am so fortunate!

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