Mercenaries in Two Worlds

♂』The three henchmen ignored their elder brother and ran away. He and Mu were left in a hurry. After Ye Mei took the Crimson Flame Pill, she suppressed him and forced him to retreat step by step.

"Haha, goodbye, He Mu." Zhang Qian and Ye Mei, who had broken free, joined forces, and He Mu finally began to feel fear. So this was how Xuan Feng died.

Actually, Zhang Qian wanted to tell him that he was a little bit stronger than Xuan Feng, since their cultivation levels weren't that high when they killed Xuan Feng.

"Die!" Ye Mei thrust out three swords at lightning speed, each one a fatal blow. He Mu, who was already overwhelmed by Zhang Qian's divine fire, could no longer defend himself and could only watch helplessly as the jade sword pierced his throat.

"You dare..." It turned out that Ci Yan had finally arrived with a group of high-level Three Swords mercenaries. The Yin-Yang mosquitoes flying in the air were already the size of water buffaloes, their black and white colors becoming more distinct, and they stared at Zhang Qian and Ye Mei with bloodlust.

The broken sword, a family heirloom of the Hong family, was also being held by one of the three swordsmen, suggesting that Hong Miaoxian's entire army had been wiped out.

Hearing Ci Yan's roar, Ye Mei and Zhang Qian not only stopped, but also chose to speed up, their swords and knives simultaneously piercing into He Mu's body.

He Mu coughed a few times, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he died with resentment.

“He Mu…” Ci Yan still held Hong Miaoxian’s head in his hand, laughing angrily, “I will tear you to pieces.”

Zhang Qian grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "That's what he said too, right, Ye Mei?" As he spoke, he pointed the knife at the dried-up corpse of He Mu on the ground.

"Hehe, that's right." Ye Mei wiped the blood off the sword and answered with a charming smile.

If Hong Miao had held on a little longer, the two of them would have escaped. Now that Ci Yan has arrived, their chance of survival is gone. Why should they lose face at this last moment?

"You adulterer, die!" Ci Yan was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder. He threw down Hong Miaoxian's head, and his blood-red giant spear shone brightly, moving three feet away from him.

"What adulterer? We're just good friends." Zhang Qian frantically stuffed all the Bursting Yuan Pills into his mouth, his cultivation level soaring to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, having already exhausted all of his body's potential.

With boundless momentum, he turned his back to Ye Mei and said, "I can hold them off for a while. If you leave, you might still be able to escape."

"Why don't you leave? I can hold off the Two Sessions."

Both of them saw in each other a willingness to die as if it were nothing, and stopped trying to persuade each other.

Ye Mei held the jade sword upright in front of her and said softly, "You are a very interesting friend, but you shouldn't have encouraged Xia Yun to do this. I don't like it."

Zhang Qian didn't know how to answer. At the moment of his death, he felt a warm feeling flowing in his blood, stirring up waves of emotion, like butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Silent and unmoved, Zhang Qian could only desperately burn his divine consciousness fire. The purple color intensified, turning almost black. He discovered that the liquid of his divine consciousness was inexhaustible and could not be burned out, so he unleashed his full power, making the enchanting flames even more ferocious, as if to incinerate everything in the world.

As Zhang Qian swung his broadsword through the air, a sandstorm suddenly swept across the sky, carrying wisps of blackish-purple flames. It instantly engulfed the crowd, eliciting cries of agony. Only those at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage or above managed to survive.

Ci Yan was furious. That night, the Three Swords Mercenary Group suffered 90% casualties and was severely weakened. He gripped the Blood Spear with both hands and thrust it at Zhang Qian.

"Hmph, your opponent is me." Ye Mei lightly flicked her sword, encircling Ci Yan. The two were evenly matched, and neither of them could spare any attention to Zhang Qian.

At this moment, Zhang Qian looked at the Three Swordsmen who were buried in the sandstorm with a puzzled expression. A faint cheer of joy came from there and reached his heart. It was as if their minds were connected.

Seeing Zhang Qian suddenly freeze, and the yin-yang mosquito already closing in, Ye Mei exclaimed, "Zhang Qian, you pig-head, what are you spacing out for?"

Zhang Qian couldn't hear or see, as if he was sensing something, while the yin-yang mosquito shot down from the sky, bringing with it a buzzing sound.

"Come." Zhang Qian moved, his right hand clenching in the air, and a broken sword transformed into a streak of black light from the crowd. Ding! At the last moment, Zhang Qian grasped the broken sword and blocked the Yin-Yang Monster Mosquito.

Forced by the immense power of the strange mosquito, Zhang Qian retreated five steps. After regaining his composure, he examined the broken sword. The hilt was two palms long, while the blade was only a little over three feet long, as if it had been forcibly broken in the middle.

The flames of divine consciousness climbed the broken sword like vines, and a sense of joy emanated from it. The flames gradually enveloped the blade completely, and with a "boom," the broken sword, using the flames as its body, transformed into its complete form.

Zhang Qian gripped the Flaming Blade with both hands, laughing heartily. "Flaming Torrent Blade," he declared, "not a torrent, but a raging inferno of flames," and lunged at the Yin-Yang Monster Mosquito.

The Yin-Yang Monster Mosquito had absorbed a large amount of blood energy, making it even more powerful than the Blazing Flame. However, it seemed unusually afraid of the divine fire and kept dodging it.

Ci Yan shouted, "Sacred Beast, stall until the pills are finished."

Already prepared to die, Zhang Qian laughed loudly, "Then I'll slaughter all your lackeys." He couldn't do anything about the mosquitoes in the air, but he could wipe out the Three Swords mercenaries. Like an incarnation of an evil fire god, Zhang Qian terrified the remaining members of the Three Swords mercenary group, who scattered and fled in panic.

If these individuals at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage or above had joined forces, they could have subdued Zhang Qian. However, they were terrified by the scene and abandoned their group of lower-level cultivators, fleeing to a distant place. The Yin-Yang Mosquito also buzzed in the air, refusing to come down.

When the tiger is away, the monkey is king; Zhang Qian was giving full play to his last bit of brilliance.

In just a short while, the two of them exhausted their spiritual energy and were no longer able to do anything to the enemy. A wave of fatigue washed over them.

Ye Mei's hands could no longer hold the sword; she was drenched in sweat, her forehead and neck were soaked, and her hair was clinging to her body, but she was too tired to even lift her hands to wipe it away.

"Looks like that's how it is."

"Ah."

"The pills have lost their effectiveness. Go and kill them." Having been bitten by a snake and wounded several times by the rampaging Ye Mei, Ci Yan dared not advance rashly, unsure if it was a trap.

The yin-yang mosquito in the air had been holding back for so long, but it didn't have many ulterior motives. Its resentment was very obvious, and its eyes viciously pounced on Zhang Qian.

The remaining dozen or so henchmen of the Three Swords mercenary group also rushed to claim credit.

Zhang Qian has no strength left. His whole body feels like it's falling apart, with his bones crumbling and his meridians broken.

Although Ye Mei had not yet recovered from the Yuan-Exploding Pill, she was extremely weak at this moment.

The two leaned back to back, listening to each other's breathing, enjoying the last bit of security.

Zhang Qian's eyelids were heavy and he could barely lift them. He could only slit them open and look at the faint light in the distance, a patch of red clouds. It was already dawn. "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning; red sky at night, sailors' delight."

Before losing consciousness, I seemed to see several white shadows flying rapidly in from the horizon. "What are those?" That was my last thought.