Start from the thief

In front of the Danfeng Gate, Yelu Mingjing looked at General Wang who was lying on the ground and wanted to laugh.

General Wang is brave indeed, and the momentum he felt in the military formation, which allowed him to sweep away thousands of troops, is indeed unstoppable. If he is fighting one against many, his power will be most unparalleled, and his long spear can be swung open and closed with unparalleled might.

Unfortunately, he was caught off guard at the beginning and his weapon was destroyed. Then he was able to avoid almost all of the violent attacks with his own body skills. The few attacks that hit him with the cooperation of his other two companions did not cause much damage.

And every time he tried to attack from close range, he would give himself a chance to land a blow on him.

In fact, if Yelu Mingjing wanted to, General Wang would have died long ago. It was not because Yelu Mingjing was soft-hearted, but because he wanted to suck the essence and blood.

When a cultivator dies, his spiritual power will disappear very quickly. If he kills General Wang now, his spiritual power will dissipate in a very short time. And with the two inner scenes watching him closely, he will not have time to slowly absorb his essence and blood, and one inner scene will be wasted in vain.

General Wang's inner vision could perhaps extend his life by more than ten years. How could he bear to waste it?

Taoist Miao and Old Man Wuxi looked at each other, both with grim expressions.

The strongest point of Old Man Wuxi is assistance. First, he sets up restrictions to prevent Yelu Mingjing from escaping. Second, he blocks the flow of spiritual power in a very small range, greatly weakening the opponent's spiritual power acquisition and release, commonly known as reducing attack and defense.

However, the so-called ban is only effective when the opponent is at a disadvantage and is running away. Now that the opponent has the upper hand, the ban has become not only a joke, but also a large coffin.

As for blocking the flow of spiritual power, this was old man Wuxi's specialty, but it seemed to have lost its effect on Yelu Mingjing.

The other party is less susceptible to interference from the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Old Man Wuxi had never fought such a frustrating fight in his entire life.

The most conflicted one was Taoist Miao.

He had been on good terms with Prince Fu when Prince Fu was still alive. After Li Tong ascended the throne, he was also very respectful to him and offered him a large sum of money to ask him to take action. This was certainly a good thing.

But if you need to risk your life to gain this little benefit and maintain this friendship, that would be a bit too much to ask.

Moreover, Yelu Mingjing never fought him head-on, but he didn't think that this swordsman who became famous more than ten years ago would not dare to fight with him.

What's more crucial is that his speed is very weak and he can't catch up. If he keeps wasting time like this, when Yelu Mingjing deals with old man Wuxi, he will tease him like a cat playing with a mouse. As a dignified Nei Jing, is he going to be fooled to death?

"Master Miao, what are you thinking about! Who do you think he is! Why do you think he spared Mr. Wan and General Wang's lives? Do you think if you leave today, he will let you go tomorrow? Hey, stepping back, do you think you can leave today?!"

When old man Wuxi saw Taoist Miao's face, he immediately guessed that he had the intention of retreating, and shouted loudly.

Taoist Miao froze for a moment: "Since that's the case, let's create some opportunities for me to get close to him."

"it is good!"

Old man Wuxi waved his hands, and he and Taoist Miao rose three feet off the ground and crashed towards Yelu Mingjing like a meteor.

The fight for the inner scene actually started from such a long distance. Not to mention Yelu Mingjing, even if you change to an outer scene, you can avoid the charge of the two.

But just as Yelu Mingjing was about to move, he felt as if there was an invisible obstacle around him, trapping him in place.

Old man Wuxi has done his best and offered himself as a matchmaker. Even if you are Yelu Mingjing, you can't break free for a moment.

Taoist Miao got close to Yelu Mingjing as he wished.

The long sword flashed, the iron arm swept across, the spiritual power was in turmoil, and the three inner scenes exchanged more than ten moves in an instant within a space less than a foot apart, and then retreated together.

"old."

Old man Wuxi covered his left rib and staggered to the ground.

Taoist Miao's hands were shaking, and his arms, as strong as King Kong's, were covered with wounds of varying depths, but it didn't matter. The wound on his neck was cut just right, making his breathing unstable but not fatal.

Yelu Mingjing took a few deep breaths, took out a blood pill from his arms and swallowed it, offsetting most of the life force that was being taken away from Taoist Miao.

Up to now, the four inner scenes have all been defeated.

Yelu Mingjing looked at the Danfeng Gate in front of him. He only needed to walk in from here and come to the Hanyuan Hall. He would sit there for a few days like he did in the past, and everything would be settled.

However, before he could go in, a man ran out first.

He was very fast and his condition was very wrong.

There was a wound on his chest that went through from front to back. It would be difficult for someone to survive with such an injury. I don't know how he managed to hold on until now.

He could only hold on till here.

"Save me! Zhao Yushu!"

Li Huan's eyes switched frantically between the vertical pupils of a human and a Qionglong, but the light in his eyes became weaker and weaker.

After being stabbed by the Qingsuo Sword, he was no longer alive.

Yelu Mingjing looked at Li Huan who fell in front of him, and his gaze passed through the long imperial road and looked towards the Hanyuan Hall. Unfortunately, he was restricted by the Danfeng Gate and could only see the imperial steps, but could not see who was on them.

"Zhao Yushu?"

Yelu Mingjing pulled up the barely breathing Li Huan, looked at the gradually disintegrating pupils in the other's eyes, and bit the other's neck hard.

"Don't waste it."

Li Huan and Qiulong together only have two ninth-level realms, and the nutrition they provide is limited, and the absorption time will not be very long.

But no matter how short the time is, it is still time.

In Yelu Mingjing's perception, the moment he took the bite, a flash of inner light flashed from a very far distance.

The other party hid beyond his perception, but his speed was terrifying.

In another flash, the person had entered the Daming Palace.

Yelu Mingjing looked at the shadows of the palace and trees connected into one in the afterglow of the setting sun, and suddenly understood Li Tong's little trick.

All of this was prepared for this person.

A figure emerged from the shadows behind Yelu Mingjing, holding a short scimitar across his neck.

"Don't mind."

Yan Sanlang left as soon as he touched him, and disappeared again, then appeared in front of Hanyuan Hall with a trace of blood on the short blade in his hand.

"I'm here to repay the favor."

Zhao Yushu looked at the familiar black clothes in front of him and was a little confused. Who was this person? A powerful inner scene, or an inner scene who could perform shadow steps.

"Can I see the sect-guarding, divine weapon?"

Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment, then transformed into Assassin: "Who are you?"

Yan Sanlang smiled and bowed respectfully.

"Yan Sanlang, Chang'an Ghost Market, lonely ghost, ancestor, Ghost Gate One, family servant."

Zhao Yushu slapped his forehead and said, "He really is the emperor!"

Yan Sanlang laughed: "No, it was only my turn that got the job, ahem."

Seeing the unfriendly expression of Li Tong, the legitimate emperor, Yan Sanlang decisively shut up.

"Did you succeed?"

Zhao Yushu pointed at the blood on the opponent's short blade. It would be great if Yan Sanlang could kill Yelu Mingjing.

"No, I was only injured. I don't have the chance to do it again."

Zhao Yushu nodded: "Thank you, leave the rest to me."

Yelu Mingjing looked at his left hand. At the last moment, he used his hand to block the ordinary yet earth-shattering blow, and four of his fingers were broken off.

The Shadow Step is worthy of its reputation.

Zhao Yushu looked at Yelu Mingjing who was approaching step by step and released the spiritual power suppression of Madam Xu.

Yelu Mingjing stopped and a rare look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.

"interior?"

Zhao Yushu laughed and pointed to the roof of Hanyuan Hall: "It's a pity that this place is not called the Forbidden City. Please."