Seeing Zhao Yun's side quickly deciding the winner, the chubby-faced Wei Tujia's eyebrows twitched and his expression became a little unnatural.
"Hey, hey, fat man, do you want to fight? Don't worry, they won't interfere in our fight. I, Wei Yan, won't take advantage of you."
Wei Yan seemed to see the worry of the other person's stomach pheasant, and he thoughtfully took the initiative to comfort the other person.
"Wei Yan... I've never heard of him. He's just an unknown person. Watch me take someone's life with one move!"
The Weitu Pheasant waved the big knife in his hand a few times, making a whirring sound. Just by looking at it, you could feel how heavy the big knife was.
Wei Yan grinned widely and said: "Yes, I don't have the reputation of General Zhao, so I have to use your head to prove myself today... You say you can take my life with one move? Okay, I I’ll take your life with one move.”
After saying this, Wei Yan's eyes became extremely excited. He held the broad-bladed knife tightly in his right hand and placed it flat on his left arm, making a weird posture.
"Huh? What kind of weird move is this... Since you want to die, then let's do it!"
The Stomach Pheasant's sword circled around his body, and a halo of light suddenly appeared at his feet.
Suddenly, Wei Tujia's fat body suddenly stepped forward. It was only one step, but it covered the distance of more than ten steps for ordinary people, and he was in front of Wei Yan in an instant.
Looking at Wei Yan again, he always had an excited smile on his face. When his opponent suddenly appeared in front of him, his body suddenly turned to the side, and the back of the long knife drew a string of sparks on the armor of his left arm, like a firebird spreading its wings. , passed by in a flash.
"Buzz~!"
The next moment, Wei Tu Pheasant and Wei Yan switched places, and the two people who were originally facing each other became back to back.
The Stomach Pheasant kept the posture of holding the knife with both hands and slashing, and hummed: "Huh... It's amazing, I really have some skills, but it's a pity that the one who wins in the end is...!? "
He half turned around and was about to declare his victory, but he couldn't say the last word.
Because he found that he had indeed turned around, but only his upper body was turned around, while his lower body still maintained the same position as before, without moving at all.
Looking at Wei Yan again, there was a blood line in the center of his forehead. At this moment, the blood was flowing down his cheek. When it crossed the corner of his mouth, the guy stuck out his tongue to lick his own blood, looking both ferocious and crazy.
"Hehehe~ It tastes good, doesn't it? It was so close, I almost split my head open by you. I won the duel today."
Wei Yan swung the long knife that was still burning in his hand, and the flame suddenly went out, leaving only a puff of green smoke curling up into the air.
"Well...I...I...don't..."
The Stomach Pheasant didn't know what he wanted to say. The blood in his mouth kept pouring out. His severed body couldn't support it and finally fell to the ground.
At this point, all the enemies sent by Tianxiahui to attack Zhao Yi's family were dead without exception.
...
"Hehehe~ Kui Mulang, didn't you say you would send someone to pick up my wife? Why haven't you come yet?"
In front of the Xiangyang garrison, Zhao Yi was sitting on a hat chair designed and invented by himself, with his legs crossed, watching Kui Mulang dodge left and right in the crowd as if watching a play, surrounded by dangers.
The fake businessmen who followed Kui Mulang and the others into Xiangyang City were all turned into mutilated corpses.
There was no way, under the concentrated attack of powerful firepower, these people had no power to fight back, and they could not even escape. There was only one ending waiting for them.
As for Subaru Ji and Bi Yuewu who followed Kui Mulang, they had also been beaten into pieces by Zhao Yi's Shenji Battalion.
The only enemy left alive on the field now is Kui Mulang, the strongest one.
"Zhao Yi...you freak...where did you come up with so many weird things? Aren't you afraid of being punished by God!"
Kui Mulang was also beaten to the point of losing his temper. He thought he was one of the best in the entire world for his abilities. However, when he met Zhao Yi today, he was forced into danger just by a group of unknown soldiers around him. , extremely embarrassed.
"Am I being punished by God? Who is God? You? Stop fucking putting yourself on the line! You are just a piece of shit in my eyes! You are so self-righteous that you think the world will develop under your control. You can tell lies. Too much, do you even believe it yourself? Bah~!"
"you......!"
Zhao Yi's words, which were almost scolding, made Kui Mulang's heart freeze with anger, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Okay, okay...Zhao Yi, I have recorded today's humiliation, and I will pay you back ten times, a hundred times, or a thousand times next time!"
Kui Mulang roared, and a frightening aura erupted from his whole body, shocking Ma Liu and the others so much that they stepped back and couldn't even hold the gun steady.
Kui Mulang's unexpected move shocked everyone present, and he took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, punching a soldier away, snatching the rifle from his hand, and several of them jumped up to the roof, as if to insert The wings seemed to disappear.
"Oh~ It's amazing. This can allow him to escape. He is worthy of being the leader of Baihu Qisu... It's a pity about that gun, but after large-scale use, these are inevitable."
Zhao Yi underestimated a few times, snapped his fingers and said: "Everyone, clean up the battlefield. After cleaning up, let's continue drinking~!"
"yes!"
The next day, many people in Xiangyang who were arranged to leave their homes and live in the suburbs claimed that they heard the roar of the Dragon God. Some people said that it was General Zhao, a disciple of the Immortal, who was casting spells to repel the demon that had been entrenched in Xiangyang City for a long time.
Zhao Yi didn't know that after this battle, he was already the incarnation of a true god in the eyes of the people of Xiangyang. If anyone met him on the road, they would at least retreat and bow their heads in silence, or at worst, they would immediately kneel down and kowtow, shouting at the heaven and the earth.
This kind of reaction was unexpected by Zhao Yi, and it also caused him to dare not show up on the streets easily during the day, because it would disturb traffic too much and easily cause stampedes. This kind of treatment was like a king blowing up the streets and emptying the streets.
"Oh~ what should I do? How can I explain it to the people? How can I go out like this?"
Zhao Yi sat angrily under the big tree in his yard, raised his right hand and supported his chin, with a distressed look on his face.
"Haha~ General Zhonglang, actually this is fine. At least as long as you are here, Xiangyang City will be monolithic and no one's craftsmanship can get in."
Wei Yan was sitting opposite Zhao Yi, holding dried dates and throwing them into his mouth.
"Hey~~ People's words are scary. I really don't want to be a disciple of some god..."
Zhao Yi complained again, and suddenly saw the petite Ye Ya walking in.
Wei Yan saw Ye Yao getting up in a hurry and said with a smile: "Second Madam is here. General Zhonglang, I will take my leave now and you guys can chat."
Wei Yan withdrew with a wink, and now only Zhao Yi and his new concubine, Ye Crow, were left in the courtyard.
