The Shenji Battalion clearing the field shows that the opponent's strength is not too outrageous.
To deal with Zhixuan, only a master of the Celestial Realm can survive.
In this case, Li Qinglian's chances of holding on will be much greater.
"Everyone, may I ask how far this place is from Shengjing?"
Zhao Yan looked around, cupped his fists and asked.
He restrained his breath during the song, preventing others from seeing his state of mind.
So in the eyes of these Shenji Camp spies, this was just an ordinary man.
Maybe he has some abilities, but I don't know how strong he is.
"No matter how far away it is, it has nothing to do with you."
"Hey, we'll send you to the West right away."
"If you don't want to die miserably, just confess."
"I still haven't explained clearly what the connection is with Xuanji Tower, and why are you here at Weiyu Pavilion?"
The men in colorful robes looked down at Zhao Yan as if he were a dead man.
"Why did you tell him so much? The first one was killed."
On the branch on the left, a short and stocky man in a flower robe said impatiently.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yan suddenly disappeared from his sight.
The next moment, there was a bone-chilling chill on the neck.
The man in the flower robe looked shocked and did not dare to move.
He only dared to look down with his eyes, trying to figure out what was hanging on his neck.
"You are cruel, I admire you."
Zhao Yan slowly raised his head and said with a smile.
"Why don't you tell me how far it is from Shengjing?"
"No... less than twenty miles, about sixteen or seventeen miles..."
The flower-robed man's chest rose and fell slowly, trying to be as calm as possible.
Only then did the surrounding Shenji Camp spies realize that they had made a mistake.
This seemingly ordinary man turned out to be a great master.
Everyone exchanged opinions with their eyes and quickly reached an agreement. They reached for their waists and prepared to draw their swords.
There are more than ten of them. If they go together, even the Vajra Realm masters will have to stay away from them for a while.
"kill!"
Someone shouted, and all the spies drew their swords and jumped towards the branch where Zhao Yan was standing.
They will not consider that such an action may lead to the death of their companions. Killing the enemy is the most important task.
"The fallen leaves all over the sky... can be turned into swords."
As soon as Zhao Yan exhaled, the fallen leaves in the forest were instantly shaken and floated up.
Among them, the larger hundreds of pieces suddenly became sharp and sharp.
Like obedient children, they roared past and rushed towards the spies of the Shenji Camp who were attacking Zhao Yan.
Wow!
Bah!
Subtle cracking sounds could be heard, and in just a moment, the men in colorful robes who had jumped into the air fell to the ground with their heads upright, and their bodies were torn apart.
The withered yellow leaves were stained with countless blood.
Although the distance from Shengjing is not particularly far, it shouldn't be a problem to use a small sword control here.
With the power of Taoist swordsmanship, it shouldn't be too easy to kill these chickens and dogs.
"Where are the people from Xuanji Tower?"
Zhao Yan gradually lost his patience.
Whether this person said it or not, he had a way to find Li Qinglian, it was just to spend more time.
"I told you, can you not kill me?"
"Of course, I, Li Qinglian, always tell the truth."
"……good."
The man in the flower robe took a few deep breaths and then pointed in a direction.
"Over there…"
As soon as he uttered two words, the leaves in his throat suddenly became deeply embedded in his throat.
The voice was forcibly interrupted, and the man felt out of breath and extremely uncomfortable.
He knew that if he didn't pull out the leaves, he would soon suffocate to death.
But how to stop heavy bleeding after removing the leaves?
This is another difficult question.
"It's a pity that I'm not Li Qinglian."
Zhao Yan smiled, leaned back and left the branch, and then landed firmly on the ground without caring about the life or death of the man in the flower robe.
He slapped the horse on the butt and let it go back to the city.
Then he found the right direction and drifted away.
After half a stick of incense, the man in the flower robe fell heavily from the tree and was dying.
At this time, Zhao Yan had already run several miles away, and could vaguely detect several extremely powerful forces wandering and fighting in front of him.
The pace quickened again, and when he first stepped out of the desolate forest and crossed a mountain pass, Zhao Yan finally saw the two warring parties.
There were only two people on one side, it was Li Qinglian and a young man in gray robe.
The young man looked handsome, but he had a frivolous air no matter how he looked at him.
The two beards on his mouth are trimmed extremely neatly and beautifully, as thick and meticulous as his eyebrows.
He has excellent light skills. He can swim like a butterfly through flowers under the siege of three opponents' masters, and sometimes he can block the opponent's attacks with two fingers.
Just from this look and action, a name emerged in Zhao Yan's mind.
Lu Xiaofeng?
On the other hand, there were seven people in total.
Six of them fought with Li Qinglian and Li Qinglian respectively, and finally one person held the line.
The man was extremely tall, nearly eight feet tall. He was tall and strong. He was wearing a blue and yellow official uniform. His aura was as majestic as the sea. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
Celestial realm…
Zhao Yan felt the threat from him at a glance.
This terrifying strength is even greater than that of Baiyun City Lord.
With such power, this person's identity is also ready to be revealed.
The first warrior of the Qing Dynasty...
Aobai!
This Li Qinglian clearly promised to keep a low profile, but why did she provoke such a super powerful enemy in the first place?
Zhao Yan cursed in his heart, but people must be saved.
He was confident that no matter how strong Oboi was, he would never be able to kill him as long as he was not a land god.
But if the battle lasts for a long time, wouldn’t it ruin the rescue operation for Kasili...
in this way…
We can only fight quickly.
Not seeking victory or defeat, just seeking escape.
After making up his mind, Zhao Yan was ready to look for an opportunity to take action.
The six masters who besieged Li Qinglian seemed to be between King Kong and Pseudo Zhixuan, and there was no strong opponent.
As long as the two of them are eliminated quickly, Li Qinglian can lead her people out of the battlefield.
So now, we are looking for an opportunity to kill.
Although Taoist sword control can control all things, in order to achieve the ultimate lethality, a famous sword must be used to its full potential.
However, the Qitian Sword Box was brought back to Kaifeng by Banhe, and the Zhenwu Sword fell into Qixia Town again.
Without a decent weapon at hand, it is somewhat difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw.
"That's all... I punch through the wind and thunder. I don't believe that Obai can stand in front of my punch."
Zhao Yan clenched his fists and waited for the opportunity.
Swordsmen fight with few against many. They should kill one person in one go and break them away. The most important thing is to avoid being sloppy.
However, Li Qinglian's momentum, photographed by Obai, was unable to unleash the full blow of his sword to defeat the enemy, so he seemed to be dragged to death by the three of them.
He seemed to be constantly using the Mysterious Finger Technique. Whenever the three of them forced him to die, he would suddenly disappear and reappear at the same location a few seconds ago.
This secret technique is very mysterious and flexible. If used skillfully, it is an excellent ability for assassination.
It's a pity that he was very exhausted, and after a fierce battle, his face was already a little pale.
If it drags on any longer, it will definitely be a dead end.
The three long swords once again made a killing move from different angles. Li Qinglian's sword moved forward and plundered the head of one of them. But at this moment, he suddenly sensed Obai's possible movement again and had to give up the offensive. , wanting to use mystical techniques to escape from the siege.
Rather than fighting against the three of them alone, it is better to say that they were entangled by the three of them under the threat of Obai's life and death.
If there wasn't such a master of the Celestial Realm holding the battle, he wouldn't have fought so hard.
Ding…
The three long swords collided together, and once again lost the target of attack in front of their eyes.
It's just that after fighting for so long, the three of them have already figured out Li Qinglian's movement patterns.
What seems to be an irregular departure from the battlefield is actually two almost fixed points.
The three swords did not pause at all, they pulled away from the sword body and turned to attack another place.
The sword screamed like a crane, and a powerful sword light burst out. The three swords struck together, which was the real landing point of Li Qinglian.
In an instant, the real dead end was reached.
Li Qinglian's figure suddenly appeared, and before she landed completely, she could see the enemy's sword power at a glance.
He knew something was wrong and could no longer care about Oboi's threat, so he resorted to the killing move Qinglian Sword Song.
In an instant, his figure was erratic and unpredictable, and his sword moves were like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
Not only did he narrowly avoid the three swords, but he also managed to force the three of them back, but he himself also fell into a deadlock and was unable to move for a while.
The sword moves from both sides brought up a gust of wind, blowing up the dead leaves all over the sky.
But just when Li Qinglian was lucky to have escaped, an extremely strong murderous aura came over, making people lose consciousness for a while.
Among the waxy leaves, Obai's blue and yellow official robes were close before his eyes, and a pair of shining silver iron hands carried two groups of strong winds towards Li Qinglian.
this…
It's a certain death situation.
At the moment of death, countless life scenes flashed through Li Qinglian's mind.
There is always a scene where after he finished a satisfactory poem, someone took the "Collection of Poems of the King of Qi" and accused him of plagiarism.
my whole life.
I'm afraid I don't have a chance to prove it...
I'm a poet now!
"I am a crazy person..."
He murmured something and died with a smile.
boom! ! !
A figure glowing with golden light suddenly landed in front of Li Qinglian.
His arms shrank and stretched, and he met Obai's iron hand with his physical fist arrogantly.
boom! !
The strong wind pushed outward in layers like waves.
Li Qinglian was blown away for more than ten feet before he stabilized his body. His eyes were shining with light and he was mumbling incessantly.
"Feng Ge laughs at Confucius!"
The long sword in his hand was wild and unrestrained, and his sword moves became more and more free and freehand.
The three Obai minions who surrounded him just glanced at the back of Zhao Yan who blocked the iron fist in shock, and then used their swords to attack Li Qinglian.
But this time, without the threat of Obai, Li Qinglian, who had made a breakthrough before the battle, could not be compared with before.
"Hold the green jade sword!"
"Farewell to Shengjing City!"
The sword moves became extremely fierce in an instant, and the sword intent surged.
Li Qinglian took the initiative to break into the circle surrounded by three people. She suddenly increased the force in her hands and threw two swords at the chests of two of them, breaking all the way through their chests.
After disrupting the formation of the three people, Li Qinglian fought back again, her sword piercing one person's head with murderous intent, and blood spilled all over the floor.
At this moment, the frustration in his heart poured out.
"You can write poems even before you die. You are worthy of being a poet."
Zhao Yan chuckled, retracted his arms, and took a dozen steps back.
He used his body in the Donkey Kong realm to block the punch, but even so, his hands were still sore from the shock.
Oboi's celestial realm is so terrifying that it can defeat his King Kong realm.
This punch...
He didn't even use his full strength.
"Take people away!"
Zhao Yan stared at Obai with alert eyes and growled lowly without looking back.
Li Qinglian knew that even if her strength had improved, she was still far from that man's opponent, so she didn't say anything at the moment. She forced the two people in front of her back with a sword and retreated towards the man who was suspected of being Lu Xiaofeng. After helping him escape from the battlefield, the two turned around in tacit understanding. Just run.
The nameless minion glanced at Obai inquiringly, saw his master nodding slightly, and hurriedly chased after him.
But at this moment, thousands of dead leaves rose up from the ground like an infantry formation, blocking the five people from taking a step forward.
"Are you also from Xuanji Tower?"
When Ao Bai saw this, he knew that due to this delay, it would be impossible to catch up with the two of them again, so he glared dangerously at Zhao Yan in front of him.
He knew that there were many masters in Qixia Town, and there were also many land gods.
But there are really only a handful of people in the Celestial Realm who can take a punch from him.
The person in front of me looks ordinary, and I really can't imagine who he is.
"Exactly, Su Zizhan from Xiaji Tower."
Zhao Yan casually assumed another false identity.
He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he had exposed so many things and that Obai didn't realize his identity.
Buddhist Vajra…
Taoist swordsmanship...
The power of wind and thunder in the Wufu Celestial Realm.
With so many things put together, if you were a senior person engaged in intelligence work, how could you not know that he was Zhao Yan, the King of Qi?
"Su Zizhan? Never heard of it."
Obai raised his hand and fumbled twice on his collar, then slowly unbuttoned it.
He is about to take off his official uniform...
"But you are a strong opponent and I like it very much."
"But I don't like men...especially those with beards like you."
Zhao Yan took a deep breath and moved his wrists, as if he was making preparations for a big fight.
"The warriors of the Qing Dynasty will use the head of their strongest enemy as a wine glass. My wine glass has been used for a long time and it is time to replace it with a new one."
Obai threw aside his official uniform, revealing a khaki undershirt.
After the five minions retreated, they picked up their clothes and retreated dozens of feet away.
Zhao Yan originally wanted to find an opportunity to kill them, but unfortunately Obai suddenly took action, disrupting his plan.
Fortunately, these people were blocked, and Li Qinglian was saved.
He removed his swordsmanship and did a couple of stretches.
"I, Su Zizhan, only use the skulls of my enemies as chamber pots. Your head is big enough for me to make two cups of tea in one night."
"Ha, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. Let's get rid of your mouth first!"
As he spoke, Obai suddenly started to move. Although his body was huge, his movements were extremely fast.
He used all his strength in this punch, and the target was Zhao Yan's head!
But Zhao Yan did not dodge, but raised his arms, tapped his toes, and quickly retreated with the power of this punch.
From the very beginning, he had no intention of confronting Obai head-on...
A mere martial artist in the Celestial Realm cannot silence me!
Zhao Yan smiled "hehe" and said:
"I'm on Li Qinglian's back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew back more than ten feet in the air and suddenly disappeared from where he was.
Obai looked at this strange scene with a strange smile on his face.
A few miles away, Li Qinglian, who was running at full speed, suddenly felt a huge force on her back.
Snapped…
If you fall, you will eat shit.
