You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Wang Gang's eyes were also bloodshot. Those soldiers who were killed were all taught by him personally. They had a deep relationship as master and disciple, but now they were killed by a traitor. How could he calm down his anger and grief?

"Give me your life!" Wang Gang roared, the dragon-headed sword in his hand flashing with a sharp cold light, and he slashed fiercely at Master Lin.

However, facing this fatal blow, Grandmaster Lin remained unusually calm, as if he had already accepted his fate.

The smile on his lips revealed a calmness, and it seemed that he did not take Wang Gang's attack seriously.

Sure enough, just as Wang Gang's blade was about to fall, a double-sided axe suddenly appeared under the blade and steadily blocked the attack.

No matter how hard Wang Gang tried, the blade could not fall any further.

A powerful force came from the axe, which shocked Wang Gang and made him retreat repeatedly.

After standing firm, the owner of the axe also revealed himself.

He was of great stature, and clad in bronze armor, like a towering boulder.

His arms and legs were extremely strong, as if they contained infinite power. His hair was shaved clean, leaving only short stubble, which made him look even more imposing. The powerful aura he exuded was not to be underestimated.

"The Four Priests!" Wang Gang exclaimed.

However, what was even more shocking was that three figures suddenly appeared behind the four worshippers.

Chang Qing narrowed his eyes and carefully identified them. He had read the intelligence and knew a little about the appearance of these four people.

In addition to the four priests who used the axe just now, the three people behind him were also quickly recognized by Changqing:

One of them had cold white skin, like a thousand-year-old mummy, a muscular body, and a face as cold as ice. His figure was light and graceful, as if he had merged with the air.

He is the great priest of Xingyang State, and has the strength to reach the peak of the Great Martial Sect. He is famous in the Nine States for his Qigong inner strength, and he is very powerful in martial arts and has few rivals.

The man following closely behind the chief priest was slender and agile, like a cheetah. His skin was healthy and shiny, and his hands were slender and powerful, able to flexibly control the long sword in his hands. His eyes were sharp and deep, and he was obviously a master of kendo.

In the later period of Da Wu Zong's cultivation, he was just the second priest of Xingyang State.

Next up was a man who was also at the late stage of the Great Martial Sect. His hair was messy, like a bird's nest. He was lean, with well-developed leg muscles and amazing strength, demonstrating his outstanding strength and explosive power. His eyes were sharp and cunning.

He is the third worshiper. Before being recruited, he was a famous bandit, famous for his leg skills.

With the addition of the four priests and the fifth priest, Grandmaster Lin, the situation began to become less good.

Yu Qingxi looked at the five great priests in front of him and felt despair.

She looked at the twenty people around her with a dull look in her eyes.

She smiled bitterly and said to everyone: "I'm sorry, I'm a burden to you. If there is an afterlife, I will repay this kindness."

After saying that, she drew the dagger from her waist and prepared to commit suicide.

However, at this moment, a sword light flashed and knocked the dagger out of Yu Qingxi's hand.

She looked down and saw a young man holding a wooden sword standing in front of her. The man who attacked was Chang Qing.

He put the wooden sword back into the scabbard, gently tapped Yu Qingxi's forehead with his left index finger, and used the Qingtian Nianqing Jue to help her regain her composure.

He whispered, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Then, he turned to Wang Gang and said, "Leave these five people to me. You are responsible for protecting the princess and leading everyone to find the mechanism to open the door."

Wang Gang looked anxious and wanted to say something.

But he was interrupted by Chang Qing: "Believe me!"

His voice was unquestionable.

Wang Gang was helpless, knowing that this was the only chance of survival in such a dangerous situation.

He could only retreat towards the steps of the city wall with Yu Qingxi and everyone else.

Grandmaster Lin, who was far away, sneered when he saw this: "No need to struggle any more, just surrender obediently, and maybe you can save your life."

The third priest smiled evilly and said, "Except the eldest princess, the rest will be killed."

As he spoke, his figure flashed and he rushed towards Changqing who was at the end of the team.

This Third Priest moved so fast that only his afterimage could be seen.

Changqing felt a stinging pain on the skin of his neck and knew that it was the other person's leg that kicked him in the head.

He reacted quickly, unsheathed his sword in an instant, and slashed in the direction he sensed.

Sure enough, the stinging sensation disappeared, and the Third Priest also realized the danger of the sword, and quickly somersaulted backwards to avoid it.

The third priest's heart was pounding. He didn't expect that this young man in the veil would react so quickly and be so powerful.

He turned around and said to the other worshippers, "Be careful, this guy is a bit tricky."

Master Lin's eyes fell on the wooden sword in Changqing's hand. He always felt that it seemed to overlap with a certain memory fragment, but the details were difficult to grasp.

He quickly put this doubt behind him and slowly formed a circle with the other four priests.

They are all experienced veterans, and until they are absolutely sure, the best strategy is to proceed step by step.

The five great priests confronted Chang Qing, each with their own unique skills and characteristics.

He was silently analyzing the situation. He knew that he was alone against five people, and his life and death were just a matter of seconds.

Grandmaster Lin took the lead in attacking. His punches were as fierce as a storm, and each punch contained astonishing power.

The other priests were not to be outdone and they all displayed their unique skills. For a moment, swords flashed, legs flew, and axes clanged.

Changqing knew that he couldn't fight head-on.

Changqing's body was agile, and he moved freely among the attacks of the crowd like a swimming fish.

Sometimes he swung his sword for close-range attacks, and sometimes he jumped up to defend from a distance. Each of his swords was precise and powerful, as if he could see through every flaw of his opponent.

After a tentative confrontation, the five great priests gradually put away their contempt. They began to take the masked young man seriously, because the strength he showed was beyond their expectations.

After a while, the test was over and everyone stepped back, staring at Chang Qing. They finally understood why Chang Qing had the courage to say that he could block five of them alone, and they were all secretly shocked at how powerful this man was.

The chief priest in the distance did not take any action. He just watched the situation develop quietly.

At this time, he spoke, with a hint of regret in his voice: "Since you have such strength, why don't you change your allegiance and serve His Majesty. His Majesty is a man who loves talents and will definitely forgive your sins."

Changqing did not speak, and there was no fluctuation on his face beneath the veil. The wooden sword drooped naturally, and the hilt was turned over so that the blade was facing everyone. This move had already made his position clear.

At this time, there were sounds of fighting on the city wall, which made the chief priest's eyes become fierce and he said to Chang Qing: "Since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, then I'm sorry."

The chief priest had an expression of regret on his face, but his aura became stronger and stronger. His arms became much thicker, and his pale skin turned deep red.

"Blood transportation!" Changqing knew that this was the unique skill of the great priest. It was to transport blood and energy through internal force to strengthen a certain part of the body. Changqing was somewhat impressed. Internal strength also had its merits.

"We must fight quickly and decisively, and don't let the city gates open," said the chief priest, and everyone no longer held back and attacked with all their strength.

Chang Qing's eyes showed an even more strange color when facing the fist of the chief priest. After the blood was circulated, his fist was twice as strong as usual, with great force and as heavy as a thousand pounds. One could faintly hear the gurgling sound of blood flowing in his palm.

Chang Qing blocked the fist with the sword in his hand. The force from the sword made his palm numb. He couldn't even breathe. The palm wind from behind also attacked him. He jumped up with his legs, nearly several meters high, and attacked the second priest who was the farthest away from the crowd.