“Clang clang clang—”

The sound of fierce metal clashing continued to ring out.

The crowd that had just rushed forward was torn apart by a black iron spear.

Li Yun, who is 1.98 meters tall, has amazing muscle density and weighs more than 1,200 kilograms, rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep... no, a tank, rushing forward and crushing his way out of a bloody path.

The spear swam and danced like a black dragon, constantly piercing the enemy's chest and neck.

All the besieging guards, no matter their martial arts skills, were treated equally in front of this black iron spear. If they were touched by it, they would die, and if they were grazed by it, they would be injured.

Blood rained down from the sky, and broken limbs fell to the ground.

In just a few moments, the center of the street became like Asura Hell, a sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses.

Bao Daoyi himself possesses extremely high martial arts skills and is one of the best in Fang La’s army.

He originally wanted to besiege Li Yun with his guards, but when he saw Li Yun swinging his spear like playing polo and easily knocking away the sumo wrestler weighing more than 300 pounds that he had recruited, Bao Daoyi's anger was immediately extinguished by the cold water of reason.

...Where on earth did this peerless warrior come from?

The legendary and unrivaled King of Chu, Xiang Yu, is no more than this, right?

Bao Daoyi had a gloomy face. He ordered hundreds of elite soldiers to besiege Li Yun, while he himself retreated with a dozen trusted guards around him.

As for those so-called wealthy businessmen who were invited by him to attend the banquet at Sijizhai, such as Lou Shuwang of the Lou family, Bao Daoyi no longer cared about them.

However, this group of people are survivors after the fall of Hangzhou, so regardless of their talents, they definitely have the skills to save their lives and are aware of danger.

Therefore, when the battle just broke out, this group of people rushed to the shops on both sides, trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire of these powerful gangsters.

Lou Shuwang was originally in the back half of the crowd. When he saw the blood bursting out in front of him, he turned around without a second thought, and retreated into Sijizhai with the three martial arts masters he had recruited. He ordered the shop assistants to close the door of Sijizhai and watched coldly at the anxious crowd outside the door and the bloody battle on the street.

"Are you Lou Shuwang from Lou's Cloth Shop?"

A sudden voice came from behind.

Lou Shuwang frowned and turned around to look.

A young man with extraordinary temperament and handsome face like a girl came up the stairs, holding a folding fan in his hand and looking at him with a slightly strange look.

"That's right, sir—"

Lou Shuwang spoke subconsciously, but before he could finish his words, the face of the person in front of him suddenly appeared in his mind.

When he was going downstairs just now and passed by the second floor, Lou Shuwang saw the son-in-law of the Su family in Jiangning. At that time, this handsome young man seemed to be sitting next to the son-in-law of the Su family.

As the heir to the Lou family business, Lou Shuwang naturally studied mathematics diligently and practiced hard.

There is also a set of special family secrets on how to improve your memory...

Therefore, when Lou Shuwang remembered the Su family's son-in-law and this handsome young man, the tall figure sitting next to the Su family's son-in-law with his back to him naturally appeared in his mind.

...It was this person who stopped Bao Daoyi in the street and assassinated him!

Lou Shuwang's heart sank, and his gaze towards Zuo Yu changed slightly.

Zuo Yu caught the change in his eyes and paused slightly as he walked down the stairs.

"You recognized it?"

Zuo Yu looked at Lou Shuwang with some surprise.

Lou Shuwang's expression changed slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he bowed and said, "Sir..."

“Puff——”

Before he finished speaking, a bright sword light grew brighter and brighter in his eyes.

The next moment, Lou Shuwang felt a slight pain in his neck, and the world in front of him began to turn upwards. In the end, he saw the astonished guards behind him and the terrified crowd outside the door.

The chaotic screams and a slightly regretful voice around him reached his ears, causing his eyes to change from confusion to realization, then to horror, and finally to complete chaos and darkness.

"Then I can't keep you here..."

Zuo Yu looked at the headless corpse in front of him with regret, and a sharp sword appeared in his right hand at some point.

No one could see when he drew his sword, and no one knew when he drew his sword.

Blood gushed out like a pillar, and the three masters guarding Lou Shuwang were soaked all over, but they didn't dare to move at all. They just put their trembling hands on their waist and looked at Zuo Yu with cold sweat.

The face that was as handsome as a god just now had now turned into the devil of hell in their eyes.

Zuo Yu glanced coldly at the three martial arts masters who were in a dilemma and said calmly, "Get out of the way!"

The three masters retreated to both sides without hesitation as if they had been pardoned.

The guy blocking the door was so scared that his crotch became wet and he rolled and crawled to the side.

Zuo Yu came to the front of the door, pressed on it with one hand, and exerted his strength. The bolt hanging on the door suddenly exploded and turned into wood chips that fell down.

The crowded crowd outside the door was also knocked back by this terrifying force, and many of them fell down.

Zuo Yu held a sharp sword and walked out of the door, leaving behind one bloody footprint after another.

The blood all over his body coupled with his handsome face with a slight smile combined to create a picture with the atmosphere of a horror movie.

But unfortunately, among the people watching at this moment, except Ning Yi on the second floor, no one could appreciate the artistic element in this picture.

Ning Yi held the musket in his hand and looked thoughtfully at Zuo Yu's back as he rushed out of Sijizhai.

Suddenly, he turned his back to Ji Qian'er and asked curiously, "Miss Qian'er, you are the direct disciple of the old village chief. Do you think the old village chief, the master of swordsmanship, is stronger, or are my three sworn brothers better?"

“…”

Ji Qian'er had a complicated expression, she wanted to say something but stopped, and yet wanted to say something again.

But in the end, she still said nothing, but just sighed quietly, and it was unclear whether she was expressing emotion for herself or for the old village chief.

Seeing her like this, Ning Yi understood what Ji Qianer meant.

The old village chief Liu Dabiao was like a teacher and a father to her. No matter for the sake of respect or relationship, she would not allow her to say anything bad about the old village chief.

In other words, Ji Qianer's statement has proved that the strength of Ning Yi's three brothers has far surpassed the swordsmanship master Liu Dabiao in her impression, and she cannot even say anything to save her face against her conscience.

"It turns out that there really are ten thousand enemies in this world..."

Ning Yi muttered to himself, then turned to look at Ji Qianer: "Are you calm now?"

Ji Qianer was stunned for a moment.

Ning Yi walked over with a musket in hand, smiling.

"My second brother left me a method to unblock your acupuncture points. If you have realized that the situation is irreversible, I will unblock your acupuncture points and let you and the brothers from the Tyrant Blade Camp report to the Lord, and have them attack the White Deer Temple now."

"Now?!"

Ji Qian'er looked at Ning Yi in astonishment: "But we are not ready yet..."

Ning Yi shook his head and sighed, "Man proposes, God disposes. Although my plan has not yet been fully deployed, I can only act hastily... Fortunately, my three elder brothers have the strength to overturn the table by force. As long as they can delay long enough, Bao Daoyi's people in the city will surely flock here, and Bailu Temple..."

Before he finished speaking, a dozen dark shadows screamed and fell from the roof, just passing by the window next to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi paused, glanced at the dozen people who fell down, then raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head where footsteps and Ye Zixun's laughter continued to come from, then he pulled the corner of his mouth and continued:

"I have arranged some people to the Bailu Temple. Now Bao Daoyi's people are attracted by the situation here. As long as you rush over with the Tyrant Blade Battalion in time, you can easily capture them and rescue the woman in Bailu Temple..."

Hearing this, Ji Qianer's expression gradually became firm.

"Okay, military advisor, I understand!"

Ning Yi smiled, then put his fingers together like swords and tapped somewhere on Ji Qian'er's shoulder according to Zuo Yu's description.

In an instant, the shackles melted away and the familiar strength returned to the body.

Ji Qian'er stretched her arms, then stood up under Ning Yi's surprised gaze and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Ning Yi came back to his senses from his surprise, and quickly stopped Ji Qian'er, whispering in her ear, "There is a secret door in the second to last utility room in the back kitchen of Four Seasons House. If you leave through the secret door, no one will find you."

“…”

Ji Qian'er frowned slightly and looked at Ning Yi strangely, as if wondering how he knew it.

However, the matter was urgent and Ji Qian'er didn't have time to think about so much.

After Ning Yi untied the acupoints of the Ba Dao Camp guards, Ji Qian'er led them hurriedly downstairs, pushed away the waiters who were blocking their way, and walked into the kitchen of Si Ji Zhai with a long knife in hand.

"Get lost!"

"Who dares to stop the Tyrant Blade Camp from doing its job?!"

Ji Qianer's domineering voice came faintly from the kitchen.

Ning Yi felt a little envious when he heard this, but soon, this envy shifted from Ji Qian'er to Li Yun and Zuo Yu outside the window.

There is no way, these two cheap brothers are really the most powerful ones.

There is no need to mention Li Yun. His physique is comparable to that of a peerless warrior, and his black iron spear is as thick as his arm. Once he uses his skills, he is like a tank rushing into a crowd and can easily crush the crowd into meat paste.

As for Zuo Yu, he was the culprit that caused Ning Yi's envy to shift.

Unlike Li Yun's style of being a battlefield warrior, Zuo Yu's style is more like that of Ah Qing, the Yue girl who broke three thousand Yue armors with one sword as described by Mr. Cha.

The sword, shining with cold light, was swung around like stars in the sky, and in an instant it turned into countless silver sword shadows.

All enemies who step within five steps of Zuo Yu will have the bright sword light flash across their necks, bursting into gorgeous scarlet blood.

Zuo Yu himself seemed to have some kind of mysophobia. He used all his advanced martial arts and body skills to avoid blood and body parts. On the contrary, he didn't even bother to look at the swords, spears and axes that were coming at him.

The silver-shining sword only needs to be lightly lifted, and the weapon will fly into the sky.

Just like that, Zuo Yu swung his sword and walked leisurely in the garden, killing one person with one step, without getting himself stained with blood. Only bloody footprints were left on the road he passed by, like a handsome young man walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in this corrupt world.

Elegant, magnificent, light, graceful...

This was Ning Yi’s entire impression of Zuo Yu slaughtering Bao Daoyi’s guards.