"You're late." Mr. Third looked at the figure holding the knife.
The opponent's whole body was wrapped in black cloth strips, and a black mist lingered around him. What's impressive is that the man with the knife has only one eye left.
"After receiving the order from the boss, we rushed from Nanzhou Mansion to Beiliang City. It would be the fastest to arrive at this time." The one-eyed man said word by word.
Immediately, the one-eyed man looked at Wei Wuji, who was lying on the ground in the distance, and said: "Yan Yun's eighteen riders, the ninth rider, is the swordsman."
Wei Wuji also looked at the swordsman and remembered the scene back then. He leaned on the spear and supported his body.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years, but you are still so...cheap." Wei Wuji took a long time to hold back the last two words.
The sword catcher's expression did not change and he said: "Li Haomiao left the Grandmaster's Sword Qi. I can only kill you until everything is absolutely certain. It's a pity that you still managed to dodge this sword."
Mr. Third walked towards Li Wantong. Now that the victory was determined, he no longer had to worry about anything. Maybe Li Wantong still has another sword-qi chopstick in his hand, but it's no longer important.
With Mr. San's full concentration, he was sure to stop Li Wantong before he released his master's sword energy.
"Miss Li, please come with me." Mr. San said.
At this moment, no one can stop Mr. Three.
Wei Wuji, the only eighth-level opener, was seriously injured and was unable to stop the opponent. Wuhua maintains a world of flowers and has no way to escape. Not to mention Lao Huang and Wang Dafu who were seriously injured by Si Qinxue.
On the opposite side were Mr. San and Sword Catcher, two powerful men who had reached the eighth level of the Monument, as well as a group of killers.
An extreme sense of powerlessness enveloped everyone's hearts.
Although Yu Zhuyue, Yu Lan, and Wan'er have seen the big world, they can't help feeling nervous at this moment. Their life and death depend on the thoughts of Mr. Third and others.
Wan'er thought in her heart that if she died now, she would never see His Highness the Crown Prince again. There was a little more regret in her heart.
Now the name of the prince is useless. The other party dares to kill even the soldiers of the Northern Army, but he has made up his mind to take Li Wantong away tonight. What is the use of the title of Prince?
Li Wantong was even calmer than before. She looked at Wei Wuji and said, "If I go with you, can I let the people here go?"
Mr. Third did not expect that Li Wantong would say such words.
With a hint of smile, he responded: "If I insist on killing these people, what can you do?"
In Mr. San's opinion, such a weak woman cannot make any difference. The so-called threats are even more pale and feeble.
Li Wantong glanced at the people around him. Even the little monk Wuhua, who was the last to join the battle, was weak and could not withstand another battle.
"Although, I don't know where you come from and what your purpose is, but you are just trying to take me away with such a big fanfare. However, if I die here..."
Mr. Third's expression changed, and he instantly locked onto Li Wantong's aura to prevent Li Wantong from doing anything stupid.
If Li Wantong is really dead, their operation tonight will undoubtedly fail. No matter how many people you kill, you can't make up for tonight's loss.
Li Wantong was alert, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. Such a cold feeling gave Li Wantong an urge to escape.
She knew she could never show a hint of cowardice.
The book says that running away will only make those ferocious beasts launch a more ferocious pursuit.
But what about facing these ferocious beasts?
When Li Wantong looked into Mr. Third's eyes, he felt a coldness that penetrated deep into his bones.
Easier said than done. Most things in the world are like this.
"In addition to leaving behind the master sword energy, Uncle Li also gave me some self-defense skills. If I use it to commit suicide, I believe that no matter how strong you are, you can't stop me. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
Li Wantong smiled slightly and did not take his own life seriously at all.
She was betting that Mr. San did not dare to bet with her life.
If Li Wantong is really dead...Mr. Third's expression is uncertain.
Ye Feng also became silent. The weak girl put her life on the table with a strong backbone.
After a while, Mr. Third said: "I promise you. I will let them go, as long as you leave with me."
Li Wantong showed a smile. If she could have been so brave that night not long ago, the girl might not have died.
Wuhua's energy was exhausted and he sat weakly on the ground. The killers trapped in the world of flowers seemed to wake up from a dream, and their eyes regained clarity.
"Benefactor Li..." Wuhua murmured, not knowing what to say.
Li Wantong walked towards the outside of the small courtyard step by step without much fear. She is like a small boat on the sea, drifting along with the huge waves.
Mr. Third looked at Wei Wuji, who was weak, and said, "Wei Wuji, you lost again this time!"
The joy in the words is like a spring breeze, and I want everyone in the world to know.
He won, once again winning Beidou Camp.
Wei Wuji forcibly raised his breath, slammed his spear onto the ground, and straightened up.
"Miss Li, even if I die in battle, I can't let you fall into the tiger's mouth."
Wei Wuji always remembered Li Haomiao's words. If something happened to Li Wantong, Yu Zhi might go crazy.
Wei Wuji would not doubt Li Haomiao's judgment, because the young master had grown up under Li Haomiao's nose during these nineteen years.
Wei Wuji would not doubt Yu Zhi's temper, because when he was in Qinggu, he had seen Yu Zhi put himself in danger for Ye Qinghuan. For Li Wantong, Yu Zhi would do the same.
Just as Wei Wuji was about to step forward with his gun, the silhouette of the swordsman flashed and the blade struck down.
A wave of air shook out, and the swordsman's full blow exploded on the spear, knocking Wei Wuji away and collapsing a wall of the small courtyard.
After the smoke and dust flew into the air, Wei Wuji was no longer seen getting up.
"I said you are not allowed to kill any of them!" Li Wantong said coldly.
Mr. Third did not dare to bet on Li Wantong's suicide method, so he had to say: "Let's go, the purpose of today is not to kill Wei Wuji!"
The sword catcher nodded and followed Mr. Three's footsteps.
An endless sadness permeated the entire courtyard. Tonight is the battle that is targeted, Si Qinxue, dozens of killers, and Mr. Three and the Sword Catcher, two strong men who have opened the eighth level of the monument.
Yu Zhuyue's poison powder failed, Ning Huan and Wei Wuji were seriously injured and fell into coma. Even if the others risked their lives, they could not save Li Wantong.
Li Wantong looked back at everyone and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Since they want to take me away, they won't kill me. At least not now. Right?"
Li Wantong looked at Mr. Third, and his determined look made Mr. Three feel uncomfortable.
Mr. Three said: "You are very smart. Smarter than I thought."
Li Wantong did not answer. As a hostage, you must have the consciousness of being a hostage. What he said just now was to stop Wei Wuji and others from doing anything stupid.
No matter from which aspect, Li Wantong made the most correct choice.
Si Qinxue's figure has disappeared, and the killers have also retreated, preparing to evacuate.
The swordsman walked last and didn't say much. He crossed most of Chu from south to north in order to cooperate with Mr. San's plan.
The Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry has always put their mission first. Once the person catches it, tonight's mission is completed, and there is no need for him to do anything more.
"You took her for the posthumous child?" asked the knife catcher.
"That's right. Li Haomiao made an agreement with the boss before, and the strong men above the monument are not allowed to deal with Yu Zhi. Otherwise, Li Haomiao will kill Nanzhou Mansion." Speaking of Li Haomiao, Mr. Third also felt deeply powerless.
The strongest among Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders is only a great cultivator of the ninth level of the Open Monument. He cannot reach the realm of a half-step master like Cang Bieli. He wants to deal with Li Haomiao only out of fantasy.
"Because of Li Haomiao's constraints, I could only send out assassins to assassinate Yu Zhi. I almost succeeded again, but this guy was lucky and he survived." Mr. San said again with regret.
The sword catcher said coldly: "The process is not important, the result is important. The posthumous child is still alive."
Mr. Third could not help but nod. "So, I can only come up with this last resort. Use his beloved woman to threaten him."
"Have you ever thought about Li Haomiao? He is also in Beiliang Mansion."
"We did not violate the agreement. We did not take action against Yu Zhi, and the killer on the open monument did not assassinate Yu Zhi. Li Haomiao can't find the reason."
The swordsman was silent for a moment, thinking that Li Haomiao had never been a trustworthy person. He immediately said: "The important thing now is whether using her as a hostage can make the posthumous child obediently walk into the trap."
Mr. Third smiled, he was extremely convinced of this.
"I believe he will come."
...
After entering Beiliang City, Yu Zhi felt extremely uneasy. His right eyelid kept twitching. The more it jumped, the stronger the feeling of uneasiness became.
Yu Zhi was sure that something bad must have happened.
But now he could only rush towards the small courtyard.
Call!
The horse neighs!
Yu Zhi tightened the reins, and the horse's front hooves were raised high, and then fell heavily, and the chaotic sound of horse hooves spread deep into the alley.
"Yu Zhi!" Li Wantong shouted, and then two lines of tears couldn't stop flowing out.
In the alley after walking out of the courtyard, Li Wantong was being held hostage by Mr. Third. The killer had dispersed, but there were a few people following him.
The two parties met in the alley. It was not a coincidence, but maybe it was fate.
The moment Yu Zhi saw Mr. San, the uneasiness in his heart was like a volcano erupting, shaking violently. Now he knew where the uneasiness came from.
Yu Zhi's gloomy face was gloomier than the dark clouds in the sky.
The courtyard has been breached, so what happened to Yu Lan and the others? Is Li Wantong the only one left alive?
Thinking of this, Yu Zhi's eyes became even colder.
I haven't paid attention to Mr. Third for a long time, so I accidentally got a big trick on me. court death!
Li Wantong, who was in tears, could no longer pretend to be strong. She was already weak, and even if the girl's death made her a lot stronger, it can be estimated.
All along, Li Wantong has been holding on. Because she didn't want anything to happen to the people around her.
Yu Zhi looked at Li Wantong and said softly: "Tong'er, don't be afraid."
Immediately, Yu Zhi got off his horse and walked up to Mr. San.
"Last time, you didn't dare to kill me. This time, I'm standing in front of you to see if you still have the guts?"
