It rains a lot in Yu'an, often from dusk to late at night and stopping before dawn.
Therefore, it is difficult to see the moon on Yu'an nights, and there are few stars in the sky of Douchenling.
However, there is moonlight in Douchen Ridge tonight. The pale moonlight is like frost in September, covering the entire mountain forest in a hazy white. Only one place tears apart the softness and tranquility, carrying an unsettling murderous intent.
A hibiscus tree fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the broken end was as smooth as a table that had been polished for months.
The purple-robed swordsman thrust out with a backhand strike, and the broken log, like a siege pendulum, sent flying a dozen besieging soldiers and crushed the wooden chevaux de frise that the Yan Chi Camp had set up earlier that morning. His sword shone with cold flashes in the darkness, sending blood and flesh flying wherever it touched.
Yan Guang had already galloped forward, and after several turns, he finally recognized that the person in front of him was none other than the purple-robed swordsman he had been pursuing a few days ago. An expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"Yulin Villa has been closed for five days, and you actually..."
Yan Zi stood with a sword on his back, his figure as arrogant as when he reached the top of Changmi Terrace that day.
"The dead branches and leaves, snakes, ants and borers in the wilderness, do you think you can stop me from coming and going freely?"
Lu Songping looked at the water stains on the purple-robed swordsman's body that had not yet dried, and he already understood something.
"You're a step too late. He sneaked in through the river." But he hadn't failed to anticipate what was happening. "I've already thought about it. If I were to go into the mountains and disturb the people there, you would definitely come. Now that you're here, why don't you stay with us?"
Yan Zi tilted her head in surprise.
"Just you?"
"I might not be able to do it alone."
Yan Zi's gaze turned and fell on Yan Guang, who was panting beside her.
"Add him? It won't work either."
Lu Songping smiled strangely.
"I didn't say there were only two of us."
Before he finished speaking, a figure flew out from the formation behind Yan Guang and headed straight for Yan Zi.
In his hand was an ordinary long spear that he had taken from the Yanzhi garrison, but it was more flexible than the soft sword in Lu Songping's hand. In just a few moves, he forced Yan Zi to retreat half a step.
The young swordsman used his right leg to steady himself on the ground, silently dissipating the force of the fatal blow, and finally narrowed his eyes to take a closer look at the man.
His tan robe was already tattered, and his face looked even older and grayer than before, but his eyes still shone with an unextinguishable light, locking onto its prey like a hawk.
"You are not worthy of the sword of moving Yao."
Yan Zi looked at the old man and finally remembered something after a while.
"It's you? You're not dead yet?"
Zong Hao's face remained calm, and he spoke in a deep voice after a long while.
"Xiao family boy, where did you take him?"
Yan Zi frowned slightly.
"Why should I tell you?"
Zong Hao sneered.
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer. I have my own way to make you speak out."
As soon as Zong Hao finished speaking, Lu Songping suddenly drew his sword, and the soft sword was at a tricky angle, heading straight for three inches below Yan Zi's ribs. At the same time, Yan Guang came forward with a knife, but Zong Hao used his long spear to support the ground and suddenly rose into the air.
Although the three people's three methods had never been coordinated before, now they had an unprecedented tacit understanding because of the powerful enemy in front of them.
Yan Zi was obviously very dissatisfied with this, and while countering the moves, he did not forget to verbally provoke the most troublesome old man in brown among the three.
"The High Priest, who came from An Daoyuan, actually wants to use his numbers to bully the few and win unfairly?"
When masters of the martial arts world clash, in order to win legitimately in the end, the most important thing to avoid is unfair competition.
It's a pity that the three people in front of them are no longer considered to be people of the underworld, and have never followed the rules of the underworld. They are all ruthless and eager to win, and no one cares at all whether they are outnumbered or winning unfairly.
Zong Hao remained silent, his halberd focused on attack, never defense. Wherever the halberd's tip passed, it released a murderous aura, yet its movements were as nimble as a wild bee's sting. Yan Guang was busy assisting, his goose-feather blade swinging and slashing with the force of a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar. Lu Songping was far more cunning, exploiting every opportunity to pounce and finish him off.
Yan Zi was not stupid either. He quickly understood the situation and stopped wasting words, launching his deadly attacks.
The four of them were fighting to the death, and outsiders couldn't get in the way at all. They could only watch these masters fighting each other.
At first, Yan Zi's strange moves and the powerful sword energy allowed him to gain the upper hand against three people at once. However, the weapons in the hands of Lu Songping and the other two had their own strengths and weaknesses, which made up for the shortcomings in close, medium and long-range combat. After a long time, their advantages became apparent, and they seemed to be able to turn the tide.
However, at this moment, Zhao Youshan's hoarse shouts suddenly came from the gap in the mountain pass.
"Lord Lu, something terrible is happening! Hurry, get down quickly..."
Lu Songping paused and was hit by a sword in the left shoulder.
He only had time to see Zhao Youshan and a few other soldiers running out from the narrow gap in the sky, and the torches in their hands had disappeared.
Then, an invisible huge force broke out from the deep mountains and instantly crushed the last few soldiers to pieces.
Yan Zi seemed to have been prepared. Taking advantage of the force of Yan Guang's sword, he took a deep breath and leaped up, flipping flexibly in the air, landing on the half-rock wall protruding from the mountain. He watched everything happening below with a smile on his face.
The sharp sound of the wind gushed out from the thin gap between the mountains, like the roar of mountain monsters and ghosts. In the night, it seemed as if an invisible giant blade was slashing out from the gap in the sky, cutting a deep groove in the ground opposite the mountain pass. The overflowing air flow had not dissipated yet, and continued to cut the surrounding grass, sand and gravel until it cleared out an open space over a hundred feet wide.
The soldiers of the Yanchi Camp who were originally stationed in front of the narrow gap were blown away by this sudden evil force, and the remaining half of the soldiers on the periphery were all in shock, not knowing what had just happened.
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