Even in September, the daytime heat was still intense.
In the open wilderness, two groups of masked men dressed in black fought fiercely, their swords flashing and blood flying everywhere.
With nine against thirty, the Yingfeng Sect should have had an absolute advantage.
However, those lying on the ground were all disciples of the Yingfeng Sect. Although Shi Yi and the others were also injured, it did not affect their fighting speed.
These shadow guards are all elites selected by the Moon Dark Sect. They are best at assassination, and their moves are ruthless. Each of them exudes a murderous aura and is determined to wipe out everything here.
This was nothing like the Wind-Welcoming Sect, which had been hunted down by the Moonlit Sect, suffered heavy casualties, and could only try to win by sheer numbers with its other disciples.
Beside him stood Kuangdao, the vice sect leader of Yingfeng Sect, holding a large sword and with a dark expression. He stared at He Fengling, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the carriage, looking relaxed. "I underestimated you," Kuangdao said.
Without another word, he gripped his broadsword and charged toward them.
They planned to take care of them before reinforcements arrived.
When the chubby boy saw him holding a knife and flying it at his father, he immediately became agitated and cried out in his childish voice, "Daddy!"
His little face showed tension; he, who was usually all smiles, now had a serious expression: "Daddy."
The chubby little body tried to break free from Wang Yaozhi's embrace, clearly wanting to hug his father and protect him.
Startled, Wang Yaozhi quickly hugged him tightly and whispered, "Little ancestor, don't go and cause trouble for your father."
The chubby boy, unusually anxious, exclaimed, "Bad guy!"
When a bad guy tried to bully his father, his chubby body twitched in distress, as if he wanted to break free and help his father.
But then he saw his father raise his head, his crossbow aimed straight at the swooping madman: "Don't worry, Xiao Bao, Dad's fine."
The arrow was fast, but the madman's speed was not slow either. He easily dodged it with a flash, and his blade was about to close in on He Fengling.
The person in the wheelchair didn't change his expression; instead, he laughed even more freely: "You came so late."
Before he could finish speaking, Kuangdao heard a whooshing sound behind him, and a strong killing intent and pure internal energy made the greatsword in his hand tremble.
Kuang Dao was shocked and had no choice but to abandon He Fengling in front of him, narrowly dodging the attack. He could almost hear someone behind him scoff.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several figures in black flashing in the distance, protecting He Fengling and Wang Yaozhi, while the others went to help Shiyi and the others.
In that instant of distraction, a long spear gleaming with cold light slashed through his left arm.
The blood seemed to explode in the air, splattering everywhere.
He also heard a cold voice: "To die or to live?"
He Fengling said lazily, "It's useless to keep it."
He Fengmian grunted and thrust his spear at Kuangdao once more. Even though Kuangdao was skilled in light footwork and managed to retreat, he didn't expect He Fengmian to be even faster. In the blink of an eye, the spear closed in on Kuangdao again.
The latter was greatly alarmed and swung his broadsword at the spear.
The clash between the broadsword and the silver spear not only produced the force of flying sand and stones, but also produced a very piercing sound.
Wang Yao instinctively covered the chubby boy's little ears.
Then he saw the two fighting fiercely, their movements so fast he couldn't keep up. He quickly moved to his friend's side and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness Jian Xing and the others are here."
He Fengling leaned back in his wheelchair as if he had no bones and gave a soft "hmm".
He asked in a low voice, "Can Jian Xing beat this guy?"
He Fengling said lazily, "You should ask our family how many tricks it takes to solve this."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yaozhi immediately felt relieved, and even felt like watching a show. Hearing the chubby boy calling him "uncle," he whispered reassuringly, "It's okay, your uncle is even more capable. Nothing will happen."
Upon hearing this, the chubby boy didn't say anything more, but looked at his father and wanted to go into his father's arms.
Wang Yaozhi watched him wriggle around like a fat worm and placed him in He Fengling's arms.
The chubby boy immediately snuggled into his father's arms, looking very affectionate, patting him with his little hands, and saying in a childish voice, "It doesn't hurt."
He Fengling was taken aback. Looking at the child in his arms, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes as he softly said, "Father is alright."
But it was these three words that made Wang Yaozhi, who was standing next to him, notice something was wrong and quickly looked over: "Qichen, what's wrong?"
Seeing that his face was pale and his body was trembling slightly, she became even more anxious: "Has his old illness relapsed?"
This person injured his leg, and he was still sparring with others like that before, so he must have been affected.
Even though the intense pain made his body tremble slightly, he didn't show it on his face. He simply held his son and said calmly, "It's okay, don't be nervous."
Only he knew that his legs felt like they were being cut by a knife, and the burning pain was like a pain that had penetrated into his bones.
But these words might fool others, not even the divine physician's apprentice.
Seeing his expression, Wang Yaozhi knew that his worst fears had come true, and shouted loudly, "Jian Xing, resolve this as quickly as possible."
Upon hearing this, Kuangdao felt an overwhelming sense of terror approaching him. Before he could even react, a spear pierced his chest. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and could only look down at his chest, where a spear had pierced right through him.
He glanced at his chest, then subconsciously looked at the handsome young man holding a spear, his face expressionless.
I never imagined I would be defeated by him so easily...
He Fengmian didn't even glance at him, pulled back his spear, and strode towards his elder brother: "What's wrong?"
Mad Blade lay there with his eyes wide open, falling straight to the ground, his eyes still open even in death.
Wang Yaozhi said, "Your brother used his internal energy before, and the poison that was forcibly suppressed can no longer be contained. We must return to the border city as quickly as possible."
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