The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

Her figure was as elusive as a ghost, and every swing of the dagger accurately hit the black-robed man's vital points.

Her movements were so fast that it was dizzying. All that could be seen were dark red light and shadows flashing among the black-robed men. Each flash was accompanied by the black-robed men's screams, and blood splattered on the surrounding trees like a blooming strange flower.

However, the black-robed figure didn't seem completely unprepared. Just when she thought she was about to achieve complete victory, a powerful force suddenly erupted from the black-robed figure, and a black shockwave swept towards her.

She quickly dodged to the side, but the shock wave still brushed past her body, knocking her flying and hitting a thick tree trunk.

She struggled to stand up, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, but an unyielding fire burned in her eyes.

At this moment, the black-robed figures gradually gathered around her, their figures looming in the darkness, emitting a sinister aura. She clenched the dagger in her hand, feeling an unprecedented pressure.

Suddenly, a tall figure walked out from the crowd of black robes, holding a staff emitting a strange light in his hand.

With a wave of her staff, the air around her seemed to freeze, and she felt her movements slow down. But she took a deep breath, forcibly broke through the restraint, and rushed towards the tall black-robed man.

The moment she approached, she leaped high, her dagger stabbing at him with a sharp sound. The tall, black-robed figure remained calm, lightly blocking the blow with his staff. The powerful recoil numbed her arm.

Immediately afterwards, the light on the black-robed man's staff became brighter, and countless black threads shot towards her like sharp arrows.

She twisted her body forcefully in the air and narrowly avoided most of the threads, but a few still scratched her skin, leaving deep wounds.

She landed heavily on the ground, kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily. The man in black robes let out a deep laugh, as if mocking her for overestimating her abilities.

At that moment, a melodious flute sounded in the distance. The black-robed figure's expression suddenly changed, as if in a state of panic. She seized the opportunity to gather her strength, preparing to launch another attack. The situation once again descended into a tense standoff.

The melodious flute sounds were getting closer and closer, and the men in black robes began to whisper to each other in panic, and their encirclement seemed to be loosening a little.

She keenly grasped this opportunity, but did not act rashly. She just stared at the black-robed men vigilantly, especially the tall figure holding the staff.

Suddenly, a white figure came rushing out from the woods like a meteor.

The person who came was actually Xiao Yichen. He was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his white robe was particularly eye-catching in the dark night. His black hair danced in the wind, and he had a cold expression on his face.

He held a long sword in his hand, the sword blade flashing with cold light, as if surrounded by a frosty aura.

"Hmph, you bunch of scoundrels, how dare you act so wildly here." Xiao Yichen's voice was as sharp as an ice blade, reaching everyone's ears.

The black-robed men became even more panicked when they saw him appear, but the tall black-robed leader forced himself to remain calm and shouted, "Don't be scared by him, attack together!"

The men in black robes rushed forward, and all kinds of dark spells intertwined to attack Xiao Yichen.

However, Xiao Yichen showed no fear. He flashed and the long sword in his hand swung out sword flowers. Those sword flowers were like white lotuses blooming in the cold winter, holy and deadly.

Each sword flower accurately met the attack of the man in black robe, and the power of darkness and light collided with each other, making bursts of roaring sounds.

Xiao Yichen's figure was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he rushed into the crowd of black-robed people. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and every swing of his sword brought up a bloody mist. The black-robed people in front of him were like fragile ants, falling one after another.

Seeing this, the tall black-robed leader frowned. He waved his staff and muttered something. A huge black vortex formed above his head and swept towards Xiao Yichen.

Xiao Yichen stomped his foot, leaping into the air and charging towards the black vortex. He channeled his inner strength into his sword, causing it to glow brightly. He swung the sword fiercely, sending a massive sword energy slashing towards the black vortex like a rainbow piercing the sun.

When the two met, a powerful energy wave erupted, and the surrounding trees were knocked down by this force.

She watched Xiao Yichen's fight from the side. When the energy wave subsided a little, she gripped her dagger tightly and rejoined the battle, standing back to back with Xiao Yichen, fighting against the black-robed man together.

At this time, the situation of the battle has changed, and the end of the man in black robe seems to be approaching.

The black-robed men suffered heavy losses in this round of attack. Fear appeared in the eyes of the remaining people, but they were still making their final struggle under the command of the black-robed leader.

Xiao Yichen and her stood back to back, like a god of war on the battlefield, exuding a fierce aura.

There were some drops of enemy blood splashed on Xiao Yichen's white clothes, like a blooming red plum, adding a bit of murderous aura.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at the black-robed leader. He whispered to her, "Be careful, that staff is extremely powerful."

Lan Yunyan nodded slightly, holding the dagger tightly in her hand. There were still traces of blood from the previous battle on it, and it emitted a dark red light under the moonlight.

Seeing the situation was unfavorable, the black-robed leader's eyes flashed with determination. He suddenly plunged his staff into the ground, quickly formed seals with his hands, and chanted an ancient and obscure spell.

The ground began to tremble violently, and black runes spread out from the staff and spread in all directions.

Wherever those runes went, flowers and plants withered instantly, and trees were corroded into black holes, emitting a pungent smell.

She and Xiao Yichen felt a powerful suction coming from the rune, as if it was going to pull their souls in.

Xiao Yichen frowned, inserted his sword into the ground, trying to steady his body, while using his luck to resist this evil force.

She used a dagger to scratch marks on the ground around herself and Xiao Yichen, trying to disrupt the spread of the runes.

At this moment, the black-robed leader took out a black crystal ball from his black robe and held it high.

There seemed to be countless wronged souls struggling in the crystal ball, making creepy roars.