Chapter 132: The evil dog is wild, the treacherous man is jade

Yanyu held the sword behind his back with one hand and stretched out the other hand to Xingzhi.

Xingzhi sat on the ground covered in wounds. He grimaced in pain every time he moved, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"It's terrible. I shouldn't have come to Jingguo."

She grumbled and complained, but she obediently took Yanyu's hand and tried to stand up with the help of his strength.

But the Empress Dowager's troops were everywhere surrounding them, so how could she give the two men a chance to catch their breath? She made a gesture and those martial arts forces rushed over.

Yanyu didn't even raise her eyelids to look at them, but just helped Xingzhi to go to the bedroom to rest.

The attack of seven or eight people came as expected, and they were about to stab the swords into the backs of the two men, but unexpectedly, another huge force came from the bedroom, and the thick iron chain swept through like a snake, and the frightened people hurriedly retreated to avoid it.

A cloud passed by in the sky and happened to block the sun, making the sky dim for a moment.

Someone leaped up, his huge figure as towering as a mountain, and landed with such a bang that it seemed to shake the ground.

The man had messy short hair and was still wearing a vest-like garment even in the middle of winter. His muscular and powerful arms were exposed nakedly.

His arms are covered with black tattoos, which are totem patterns of Ze State. They look like poisonous snakes entwining vicious wolves, and they are so dense that it makes people feel cold.

His appearance was not outstanding, only his facial features were regular, and his eyes were dull and lifeless. He was unarmed, with only the thick iron chains wrapped around his arms as weapons.

Several masked men in black frowned subconsciously when Manhuang appeared, and all gathered around the Empress Dowager to protect her perfectly.

The formation has been broken, all we need to do is take out the seal.

The Empress Dowager had a sinister look on her face: "Kill——"

Another large group of people, a mixed bunch, rushed forward.

There are local soldiers, people from the underworld, and some people from various schools of thought.

Their goal was to kill the big guy who was guarding the bedroom door.

Manhuang's eyes were calm without a trace of emotion as he slowly swept past the group of people who were attacking him. Suddenly, he grinned, revealing his white teeth. The bronze muscles on his arms were knotted and red, full of explosive beauty.

That smile was reckless and crazy, vicious and excited.

He raised one arm, and with the other hand pulled the iron chain to straighten it, and then heavily blocked the enemy's falling sword.

It seemed as if a strong wind suddenly blew up. No, that was not a strong wind, but the iron chain swung by the man's fists. The iron chain seemed to tear through the air, and the high-speed "whoosh" movement rolled up a milky white violent cyclone.

The enemy's skin was torn by the iron chains. Manhuang's eyes were bloodshot, and he grinned as he harvested lives coldly and cruelly.

The people who attacked with him were killed by him not long after.

The long nails dug into her palms, causing the startled Empress Dowager to snap out of her trance. She shouted, "Archer!"

Archers came out and shot arrows like rain. Manhuang raised his head with uncontrollable excitement on his face. He was so excited that even his teeth were trembling.

“Shua——”

The iron chain was as flexible as his limbs. He used it to either deflect or roll back wave after wave of arrows. The frightened archers were sweating profusely on their foreheads.

They are just two chains, but in his hands they are very powerful, both offensively and defensively.

He broke through the rain of arrows and rushed straight towards them, with a bloodthirsty smile like a Shura who was demanding their lives.

Blood splattered on his face and he licked it with the tip of his tongue.

The giant-like man looked down at the ants struggling on the ground. It was brutal, bloody, powerful and terrifying.

Xingzhi sat in the house looking outside while Junxun applied medicine and bandaged his wound.

Xingzhi stared blankly with his eyes wide open: "This... is this the Manhuang that I know..."

Are you really not possessed by some scary thing?

Jun Yan's delicate eyebrows and eyes were like a quiet orchid, and his soft voice was filled with a hint of smile: "Do you know why he is called 'the king's evil dog'?"

Xingzhi shook his head, waiting curiously for what would happen next.

Jun Xie's men kept moving: "He is only as honest and well-behaved as a child when Xiao Lin is around, but once he leaves his master..."

Minghe smiled: "That's a crazy dog."

There is no one to control them. They bite everyone they see. It is cruel and terrifying. It is simply killing people without restraint.

Xingzhi gasped in horror at the cool air. If his arm hadn't been injured, he would have rubbed it. Goose bumps appeared on his arm from the cold.

He didn't even dare to raise his eyes to see the tragic deaths of those people outside.

Yan Yu, who had rescued Xingzhi, turned to look at Ming He. The young man's facial features had lost their youthfulness and had a more mature look. "General Wu is still fighting outside. It seems that he can't come to support us soon. Man Huang and I will hold off the people outside the door. Please take care of yourselves."

Ming He stood like a green pine, and the elegant man nodded seriously: "Please don't worry about us, we will trouble you outside."

Hearing this, Yanyu curled up the corners of her lips. Her eyes under her thick long eyelashes seemed to be adorned with crescent moons, clear and beautiful. "How could that be? Besides, I can't let my master down."

After saying this, she drew her sword, pointed her toes and her clothes fluttered, looking graceful and elegant, she turned and walked out of the bedroom and joined the enemy army.

He and Manhuang stood back to back, like a pair of living Yan kings.

Yu Yuchong smiled shyly at the enemy: "My swordsmanship has improved a lot recently, please give me your guidance."

The sword was white all over, as if condensed from water. The blade was slender and beautiful. When it broke through the flesh and pierced the enemy's chest, the sword turned red as if mixed with blood.

Unlike Manhuang's absolute crushing brute force, his footwork is bizarre and his swordsmanship is unpredictable and skillful.

The attack is light and soft, continuous, emphasizing intention rather than force.

The enemy was nearly driven crazy by his torture.

How could there be such an incomprehensible and extremely bizarre sword technique!

Stretch out your limbs, make the sword your body, and use your body to control the sword.

As his sword danced, it was like the rustling of flower branches, and mixed with the wind, a rain of pear blossoms fell.

So elegant, beautiful and noble.

The petals were so charming that some people were stunned for a moment, and the helpless voice of the young man rang in their ears: "How can you be distracted at this time?"

Those were not petals, but sword light, which had already pierced through his body.

The man never came to his senses until he died.

His eyes widened and he fell down with his body stiff.

Xingzhi in the room fell silent again, his voice dry and doubtful: "Is that person Yanyu...?"

Manchuan, holding the document in his arms, gave him affirmation: "Otherwise, how many of the people taught by your majesty do you expect to be normal?"

Xingzhi: “…”

He choked up and rejoiced.

Fortunately, I was not taught by her.

That's a bit too perverted.