The imperial guards responded loudly. More than a hundred soldiers drew their swords and chased after him, while the remaining personnel drew their bows and aimed at Zhao Shun who was fleeing behind the palace.
Suddenly he turned around, opened his hands, and clasped them together in front of his chest.
“Bang!”
Amid the crisp and loud sound of palm strikes, two streams of water rushed out from the artificial lake in the distance again, but they were not from the imperial guards, but from fugitives.
The water dragon danced in the sky and collided with the emperor's head, turning into heavy rain.
The heavy rain blurred the vision. Some archers loosened their bowstrings. As for those who insisted on shooting, they had no accuracy at all due to the double hindrance of night and rain.
Zhang Yuanqing and Concubine Wan took the opportunity to pass through the luxurious buildings, climb over the rockery and leap over the white marble railings, play parkour in the huge palace, and escape towards the south gate.
"call out!"
A blazing arrow dipped in kerosene shot from a distance, and when it approached Zhang Yuanqing, the flames suddenly expanded.
Concubine Wan turned her head and spit out a water arrow, which doused the expanding flames. The flames on the body of the sixth-level fire demon in the distance were quickly extinguished as soon as they ignited.
Fire element failed!
"Swish, swish." The sharp whistling sound was heard again. Under the cover of night, several three-inch long swords pierced through Concubine Wan's back, splashing water, and went straight towards Zhang Yuanqing.
The plump Concubine Wan groaned and felt a splitting headache as if a needle was piercing her crown. Although her practice of the Water Spirit Technique could ignore physical damage, she knew that the swordsmen who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time could condense the sword intent to attack the body and the soul.
She staggered and had a splitting headache, but she still reached out to stop them from attacking His Majesty.
It was a little difficult for her to bear, let alone His Majesty. But with her speed, how could she be faster than the flying sword? She could only watch His Majesty get into danger.
At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing jumped to the side and disappeared. The two three-inch flying swords circled rapidly in the air and lost their target.
Seeing this, Wan Meiren breathed a sigh of relief and stopped running away. She turned around and faced the swordsman who was chasing her with a flying sword.
He grabbed a black whip in his hand, swung his arm and lashed at the swordsman in light armor, but the opponent with insight easily dodged it.
The beautiful lady gently shook her hands, and the whip instantly split into two, two into four, four into eight...
In an instant, thirty-two soft whips appeared, and the sky was filled with dancing whips.
The crisp sound of whipping was heard continuously.
Flying with a sword is not as flexible as flying on land. The middle-aged swordsman was hit by a whip, and his skin and flesh were immediately torn. He was then entangled by the whip and fell from the air worm.
Lady Wan ran wildly, rushing towards the middle-aged swordsman like a chariot. Black light swirled around her body like a whirlpool, madly absorbing moisture from the air.
The two sides were less than ten meters apart. The middle-aged swordsman immediately felt dry mouth, wrinkles appeared on the skin of his cheeks, and the flesh on his arms shriveled. In just a few seconds, 60% of the water in his body was stripped away.
The middle-aged swordsman's face darkened, and he was holding the sword and fighting with Lady Wan fiercely. However, the swordsman's proud sword energy and close combat ability were meaningless in front of the water ghost's passive ability.
Among the five elements, metal produces water. As far as the two spiritual powers are concerned, water is higher than metal. Therefore, the swordsman has almost no advantage in the battle against the God of Plague.
Although it won't be restrained, there is absolutely no chance of winning.
Fortunately, the fire demon who had just failed to use the fire element rushed over at this time. He had a thick beard, tiger eyes and a square face, and his eyebrows seemed to be filled with an unresolvable restlessness.
The Fire Demon pinched a scorching hot fireball in his palm and smashed it towards Concubine Wan.
"Boom!" The fireball exploded.
The expanding flames illuminated the darkness, and Concubine Wan was blown away.
The Fire Demon leader ran wildly, and the fine iron sword rolled up into a stream of flames, transforming into a blazing flaming sword that slashed down with force.
Concubine Wan dodged sideways and collided with the blade, while the flames on the fine iron knife gushed out and splashed on the ground.
While the woman was being held back, the middle-aged swordsman once again flew up on his sword, standing still in the air, overlooking the ground below. Several pale beams of light shot out from his eye sockets and swept across the surroundings.
The next second, the circling flying sword seemed to lock onto something, turned a corner, and shot towards the distance.
Puff, a flying sword flew past, splashing water, and a figure fell out, holding his head and staggering.
It was Zhang Yuanqing.
Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched. Although the water ghost ability granted to him by the Yin-Yang robe avoided physical attacks, the shocking power contained in the flying sword still stung his spirit.
When the swordsman reaches level 6, the passive skill Shock will achieve a substantial leap and can be integrated into the weapon like sword energy, causing considerable damage to the target's soul.
Fortunately, although he is at the extraordinary stage, both the Night Walker and the Illusionist are known for their powerful spirits, so he can carry the lower level.
If it were any other professional extraordinary person, his soul would have been severely damaged and he would have fallen into a coma.
The middle-aged swordsman exclaimed, "I never thought that His Majesty, who is so obsessed with sex, would have such a high level of cultivation."
Attracted by the sword energy, the two flying swords changed direction and shot out again.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing reviewed all the extraordinary props in the inventory and gang warehouse, and found sadly that after sending out the red dancing shoes, none of the extraordinary props could support him to avoid level 6.
The level difference is too big.
Just like the sixth-level swordsman's insight can easily see through the Night Wanderer, it is also because of the difference in status. Under the same level, the insight skill is impossible to see the invisible Night Wanderer.
The swordsman has an unyielding will, and illusions, charms, and seductions will not work. If he is controlled by force, it is a fantasy for extraordinary props to control a level 6 swordsman.
Zhang Yuanqing's brain worked quickly, and he immediately grabbed a few earth monster professional props, one was a clay doll and the other was a yellow mud shield.
At the same time, he raised his head and let out a high-pitched howl into the night.
Suddenly, a bright and clear moonlight descended from the dark night sky and shone on him.
Xiao Yue, he used the Night Wanderer's exclusive explosive skill that had been unused for a long time, and gained double the attributes.
“Bang, bang!”
The spherical barrier formed by the clay doll was shattered, the yellow mud shield was shattered, and Zhang Yuanqing showed super agility and reaction, avoiding the two flying swords as fast as thunder.
With Xiaoyue's blessing, Zhang Yuanqing's strength increased dramatically, but he still had no intention of fighting.
Just as he was about to use the Night Roam technique to escape, his forehead suddenly felt hot, his breathing became burning, his limbs became weak, and he began to cough violently.
Oops it's germs.
Zhang Yuanqing looked around and didn't see the plague god spreading germs. Instead, the middle-aged swordsman led the flying sword to attack again.
"Your Majesty, I have seen it."
Concubine Wan screamed, took a blow from the Fire Demon, broke away from the fight, and swung out the whip with all her might.
With a snap, a crisp sound, the flying sword was whipped away.
Concubine Wan came running over, waving her arms and swinging her whip, trying to entangle the dehydrated swordsman.
But the same trick didn't work on the swordsman. The middle-aged swordsman immediately flew up high on his sword and easily avoided the entanglement of the soft whip.
While Xiaoyuekougat was still there, Zhang Yuanqing once again used the Night Wandering Technique to hide his figure, then changed direction and returned to the Summer Palace along the same route.
The Fire Demon General looked at the lofty swordsman, turned his head, and shouted: "Water Monkey up, rain down Fire Demon down!"
Rain can outline the invisible night wandering gods.
Hearing this, a look of determination flashed across Concubine Wan's eyes, and she rushed towards the Fire Demon General in a suicidal manner. The latter immediately ignited a blazing flame with his fine iron sword and slashed towards Concubine Wan.
Concubine Wan tilted her head and opened the blade, allowing it to cut into her body, creating dense steam.
She grabbed the fire demon general's arm with her backhand, black light rolled around her body, and she frantically grabbed all the moisture around her.
The rain did not fall, because that would provide the emperor's assassins with a constant supply of water spirits.
The plague god named Water Monkey and the swordsman in the sky chased towards the palace gate.
The Fire Demon General took back the moonlight without worry, let out a "Hey", and molten liquid flowed out. His facial features, flesh and blood were all melted, like an alien species crawling out of a wild volcano.
The Fire Demon's passive skill is Lava Body.
The Lava Body can make the fire demon temporarily inhuman, bringing stronger fire control ability and flame resistance, and is mainly used for fighting in seas of fire and magma.
The body of the lava land basically does not contain any water, so it can perfectly avoid the black water of the plague god. The fire demon who turned into a magma monster grabbed Wan Fei with his backhand and said, "Form a formation. At this time, a hundred armored soldiers have arrived at the camp. One of them is a squad of heavily armored imperial guards. They kneel on one knee and press their palms on the ground.
With a rumbling sound, the bluestone bricks cracked the ground, and rammed earth walls rose from the ground, sealing Concubine Wan and the Fire Demon General inside.
The next second, raging flames filled the narrow space formed by the earth wall, and crimson streams gushed out from the cracks in the earth wall like a high-pressure musket.
Hong Yuanqing, who was approaching, took a step forward and ran towards the Kuatu wall. The flames and yellow earth just happened to restrain the passiveness of the God of Plague.
Concubine Wan couldn't escape and was soon steamed to death by the fire.
"Your Majesty, please come closer, but from the crack in the adobe wall came Concubine Wan's voice, trying hard to hold back the pain: "I'm going to see the Empress Dowager." The voice stopped abruptly.
The last one refers to slaves, not concubines.
Zhang Yuanqing retracted his gaze and continued running towards Xia Gong, his face cold and expressionless, his deep eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
He ran wildly all the way, brushing past the surrounding forbidden rooms, climbing over the white jade carved gear lever and crossing the luxurious attics. Soon, he returned to the ruined Summer Palace.
He dove into the lake, wearing an old cloak, like an underwater mine, setting off a dense bubble chamber. After seeing the darkness at the bottom of the lake, he found an underground river passage with a diameter of less than half a meter in the mud.
Hong Yuanqing's body turned into flowing water and drilled into the passage.
In the south of the capital, a ten-foot-wide river flows quietly, and on the riverside are white-walled, black-tiled houses, each one as small as a persimmon.
In the middle of it stands an exquisite small building with a dilapidated structure, and a moss-covered stone arch bridge stands there quietly.
Suddenly, there was a sound of splashing water on the river surface in the moonlight, and a figure emerged from the water.
He was wearing bright yellow casual clothes, his hair was wet and disheveled, his face was as pale as paper, and he swam towards the shore with difficulty.
It took him a long time to swim to the one-meter distance before he finally climbed onto the table where the woman was washing clothes. He seemed to have used up all his strength and lay on his back with his arms and legs spread out, gasping for breath and coughing from time to time.
Trembling, he grabbed a porcelain bottle from the void, pulled out the cork, and swallowed the medicine inside. His pale face finally regained some yellow color.
Zhang Yuanqing is in a very bad condition now. The backlash after Xiaoyue's end and the erosion of bacteria seem to be eating away at his life.
Although the medicine he took could cure the disease, it was of extraordinary quality. It could only alleviate the sixth-level plague god's bacteria but could not cure it.
"Your Majesty!" A joyful shout came from the shore, and two dark figures, one tall and one short, approached quickly.
It was Jiang Jingwei and the queen who also escaped from the palace with the help of the underground river.
They sneaked along the underground river for a long time. After emerging from the water, they found themselves out of the palace and came here. Then they hid in the alley and waited for Zhang Yuanqing.
Zhang Yuanqing tilted his head, looked at the two people on the shore, grinned and said: "Come and carry me, I have no strength left."
The queen volunteered to run down the stone steps and first carefully checked Zhang Yuanqing's body. Seeing that there were no fatal injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief. While holding the princess in her arms, she said, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"I was infected by the plague god's germs." Zhang Yuanqing said with a wry smile.
"Take medicine." Jiang Jingwei said anxiously.
"It's useless even if the medicine is of extraordinary quality."
The queen held Zhang Yuanqing in her arms and walked quickly along the stone-paved path along the river, sometimes going into the alleys and sometimes crossing the streets.
A quarter of an hour later, they chose a house with a patio and sneaked in. The queen used the hypnotic props given by Zhang Yuanqing to hypnotize the owner of the house, making the middle-aged couple think in their hearts that the people were their nephews and nieces who came from the capital to seek refuge with them?
The nephews and nieces were tired and hungry after a long journey, so they had to eat a hot meal before they could go to bed.
After the householder arranged them in the guest room, he urged the woman to go to the kitchen to cook.
Soon, the woman came into the house carrying three bowls of rice, a pile of vegetables and a pile of bacon.
"Aunt, you go to sleep first. We will clean up after dinner." The queen took the dishes and chopsticks with a sweet smile.
"My nephew's illness looks serious. Can you take him to the Immortal Medicine Shop tomorrow?"
"The imperial master's Chinese medicine can cure all kinds of diseases." When the woman said this, she was full of pride as a citizen of the imperial capital, and she was full of admiration for the Immortal Medicine Shop.
"Xianyaofang?" Jiang Jingwei spoke without thinking: "Is it the pharmacy opened by the big boss?"
The woman was confused when she heard this: "What is Great Persia..."
The queen said sadly, "The girl is sick again. You don't have to pay attention to her. She has been stupid since she was young and often talks nonsense."
The woman, who was deeply affected by hypnosis, sighed, "What a miserable child."