Le Zhili's sword shocked everyone, but in the blink of an eye, the sword edge had already reached Ying Wushang's face. Before the Jin Yiwei behind him could cry out in surprise, Ying Qianhu made a lightning-fast move, with a Xiuchun The sword knocked the long sword away.
The careless Ying Wushang, with the helpless smile on his face, seemed to be watching his own child misbehaving. The sickly doting in his eyes made Le Zhili's whole body tremble.
The swords met for a moment, and Ying Wushang succeeded with the Xiuchun Dao easily. Although this was the first time the two met since the Ying family's disaster, he was already familiar with Le Zhili's martial arts and swordsmanship.
For a long time, Ying Wushang has used various methods to collect information about Le Zhili. For the latter, this was an extremely unpleasant reunion, but for him, it seemed like the last time they were apart was just a reunion. Just yesterday.
Le Zhili looked at her empty palm in shock. The long sword that had been thrown away had fallen to the side and was leaning sickly on the ground.
Her martial arts skills were not weak, otherwise she would not have dared to take the lead and lead people thousands of miles away to rescue Wen Chenyang, but even so, she was captured by the opponent in a single encounter.
In a daze, Le Zhili seemed to feel like she was back when she was a child. At that time, the relationship between her and Ying Wushang was not so stiff. The other party had also taught her swordsmanship. At that time, she seemed to be like this in front of him, There is no way to fight back.
Ying Wushang smiled arrogantly, holding Xiuchundao's hand, and frivolously hugged Le Zhili, who had thrown herself into the trap, while his left hand gently pressed against the other person's abdomen.
The ambiguous gestures of the two people made everyone in Shangguan stunned. Wen Chenyang was so angry that his eyes were burning, but before they could speak, Le Zhili let out a delicate cry of pain.
I saw a vicious breath spurting out from the palm that was attached to her lower abdomen. Silks of white steam diffused from the fingers, revealing the domineering power of the Rotting Bone Kung Fu.
Ying Wushang lowered his brows and looked at Le Zhili's painful look. Countless crazy pleasures surged in his eyes. He was eager to punch her through the body with this palm and end this woman's life completely.
However, the desire that had accumulated for a long time was still lingering, and Ying Wushang couldn't bear to take action. He didn't want the other party to die so happily, and the other party should die only after experiencing extreme despair.
"lady!"
"Mother!"
When he was hesitating, everyone in Shangguan's family was already panicking, but there was one person who put his thoughts into action before them.
"Evil thief! Let her go!" Wen Chenyang forcibly interrupted his movement, flew up and hit Ying Wushang with a palm.
"Protect Mr. Ying!"
Even though Wen Chenyang was well-known, the Jin Yiwei were not to be outdone. Everyone picked up their crossbows and fired with their hands. Wen Chenyang had just been seriously injured by the Thousand-faced Dharma King. This oncoming arrow rain made him very embarrassed.
But he was worried about Le Zhili more than anything else, so he struck out the palm without hesitation. Ying Wushang narrowed his eyes, pushed the woman in his arms out, and then returned the favor with a palm in return.
Wen Chenyang protected Le Zhili, and then faced Ying Wushang head-on.
This time, Ying Wushang had no worries and directly used the Rotting Bone Kung Fu without reservation. Even though the opponent's martial arts was better than his own, Wen Chenyang could no longer display the authority of a master after being seriously injured.
After a moment of confrontation, Ying Wushang remained motionless, while Wen Chenyang held Le Zhili in his arms and stepped back several steps. The masters of the Shangguan family stepped forward and protected them from behind, which brought the scene back to the original confrontation.
After Le Zhili came to her senses in Wen Chenyang's arms, she suddenly turned pale with shock: "Brother Wen!"
Jin Yiwei's crossbow arrows are not long-sighted. Just now Wen Chenyang rushed forward desperately to save people, and the rain of arrows inspired him. In a hurry, he was seriously injured and couldn't escape. He only saw two wounds on his left arm and right leg. There was a crossbow arrow stuck in it, and there were countless other scratches.
"It's just a minor injury, I'm fine." Wen Chenyang forced a smile, but his real situation was far less relaxed than what he said.
The injuries on his body were far less than the depression in his heart. The short exchange just now allowed him to completely see the opponent's details. Ying Wushang's martial arts was not that powerful. It could even be said that it was far inferior to his.
This is normal. If everyone in Jinyiwei were top masters, the world would have been stable long ago. Ying Wushang's martial arts skills among thousands of families would be remarkable, but that's all.
Even though the Rotting Bone Kung Fu is the most evil martial art in the world, the opponent's heart is far more vicious than the martial arts he uses. Due to his injuries, Wen Chenyang suffered a setback at the hands of such a person. How could he not be angry?
Le Zhili looked at the pale Wen Chenyang worriedly, and when she turned to look at Ying Wushang opposite, the hatred in her eyes became even greater.
"Madam, I hope you put the overall situation first."
Seeing this, the masters of the Shangguan family couldn't help but whisper advice. Although they didn't know what grudges there were between Ying Wushang and his mistress, it was obviously unwise to openly draw a sword with the Jin Yiwei.
Especially at this moment, they did not have an advantage. Even with Ying Wushang's strength alone, it was impossible to stop the many masters of the Shangguan family, even with the group of imperial guards behind him.
But don't forget that out of their sight, Jinyiwei also has terrifying weapons like the Thunderbolt Chariot. Once the situation is out of control, they may be in danger.
Fortunately, Jin Yiwei did not embarrass them, or in other words, Ying Wushang had no intention of continuing to embarrass Le Zhili.
Ying Wushang slowly sheathed the knife and showed a somewhat concerned smile: "Cousin, I hit you a little harder just now, are you okay?"
"Bah!" Le Zhili didn't seem to give her any face.
The other party's malice did not disappoint Ying Wushang. On the contrary, the more Le Zhili hated him, the more pleasure he could derive from it.
"It seems that there is still a misunderstanding between you and me. Anyway, we are a family after all. This misunderstanding will always be resolved. Let's wait for the future."
After Ying Wushang left a meaningful word, he left with his men and horses. His appearance this time brought countless worries to everyone in the Shangguan family. There is no doubt that the Jin Yiwei will not have the wrong target. This time they show off their power, it must be Because I have an idea.
Not far from the place where the Shangguan family and the Jin Yiwei clashed, there was a land that seemed to have been burned by fire, with strong gunpowder and pungent burnt odor filling the air.
Pulling away the hot corpses on his body, Gongsun Huan struggled to get up from the ground. He dropped the only half of the mask on his face, revealing his true face stained with blood mist and mud.
"Ahem - hehe, it is indeed a disaster for thousands of years, so you can still live."
The Thousand-faced Dharma King dragged his blood-stained body forward slowly. Both of them were lucky. Although the Jin Yiwei's artillery shot was accurate, they had enough human shields to avoid any fatal injuries.
Gongsun Huan glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "How many people are still alive?"
Thousand-faced Dharma King spat out blood and looked around: "There are less than ten people. I advise you to leave quickly. When the Jinyi Guards arrive, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
"Of course I have to leave. Wouldn't it be foolish to strike with an egg against a stone? But, not now -"
Gongsun Huan coughed, took a few pills from his arms, opened the mouth of the corpse that was as hot as a furnace on the ground, and stuffed the pills inside.
"Madman." Thousand-faced Dharma King gave him a cold look, as if recalling some bad memory, he threw away his sleeves angrily and left.
