Yang Ji quickly retracted his gaze, walked over, and picked up the two long knives scattered on the ground one by one.
"It's really sharp!"
Yang Jiping held up a long sword and looked at it carefully under the moonlight. This was the first time he saw clearly the double swords of this evil leader.
The style of this long knife is very strange. The width of the knife is only about two fingers, but the blade is very long, at least more than four feet long, and the back is like a bow, showing a certain arc.
Despite this, the blade gives people a very strong and hard feeling.
The upper part of the knife body is as black as ink, but the blade and the tip are bright and jagged, thin and sharp, like frost and snow in the moonlight, shining with a chilling light that makes people feel chilling.
Like a monster eager to devour blood.
"murmur!"
Yang Ji turned over the blade and saw two words engraved on it.
"What a great name!"
Yang Ji couldn't help but praise.
The sword blade passed by like a human voice whispering.
Just from the name alone, they are much more advanced than Yang Ji's "Guquan Sword". It can be seen that the grade of these two swords is obviously higher than the long sword Yang Ji used before.
"It's a pity. Although it is of extraordinary grade, it is not the long sword I am good at."
Yang Ji shook his head and sighed in his heart. He had learned swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but he had never learned swordsmanship, and his skills in this aspect were almost zero.
Walking over, Yang Ji took off two scabbards from the evil leader's waist and took a look: "They are actually made of shark skin."
With a clang, the long sword was sheathed.
Yang Ji inserted his long knife into his waist, then kicked the mask off the evil leader's face.
Under the heavy mask, there is a withered, twisted and thin face. All the muscles have melted away, leaving only a piece of skin sticking to the bones.
Such a face is no longer recognizable.
Yang Ji didn't look too much. He knelt down and searched him, and sure enough, he found a book of swordsmanship in the compartment under his arm.
The sword manual was written on a piece of silk as thin as a cicada's wing. It was the "Evil Lord Sword Technique" he performed. Yang Ji tried it, and he didn't know what material was used in the silk silk. It was very tough.
"It's actually a manuscript. No wonder the aura weakens every time you use a move."
Yang Ji glanced at the sword manual on the silk and thought to himself.
This evil leader seemed to have a high status and his strength was not inferior to that of Yang Ji. Unexpectedly, he could only practice an incomplete copy.
One can imagine how high the grades of the seven evil knives of the evil lineage are.
With a flick of his wrist, Yang Ji put the thin roll of silk into his underwear.
In the quiet moonlight, Yang Ji glanced at it. Walking over, his eyes quickly fell on the black iron barrel on the ground.
"What's in here?"
Yang Ji pointed his sword and immediately pointed it at the "Dark Wolf" on the ground. The bright blade reflected the moonlight and shone on the Dark Wolf's neck, making it pale.
He was hit by Yang Ji's blood-transforming needle, his blood energy was broken, and his foundation was destroyed, but he was not dead yet.
"Fire...fire oil! Saracen fire oil!"
Dark Wolf was paralyzed and fell to the ground unable to move. But his eyes could still move, and the thin vocal cords in his throat could still move.
"Kerosene?"
Yang Ji's brows jumped, and he suddenly turned around. With a flash of his sword, half of the lid of the black iron bucket immediately flew up high. Under the bright moonlight, the black iron bucket contained a thick, viscous layer of never-before-seen liquid.
Black liquid I've ever seen.
A special, slightly pungent and irritating smell spread into the air and drifted into the nose.
Although he had never seen it before, when he heard the name, he knew it was not a good thing. Yang Ji thought of the fires that started quickly, and suddenly his heart moved:
"You just use this kerosene to light fires everywhere?"
Although it was a question, the voice was very sure.
"Hahaha, the Saracen fire will ignite with just a little bit of oil, but the fire will be even bigger if you throw water on it. Exotic things have the advantage of being expensive. Do you think they can be extinguished easily?"
Dark Wolf laughed loudly, but his face was filled with a paralyzed expression, with only a pair of eyes showing a look of despair. His current situation was half-dead, and even death would not be easy.
But the pain throughout the body has not diminished at all. The surging pain comes like a tide, almost drowning the person's consciousness, but it gives people a glimmer of clarity.
The viciousness of the blood-transforming needle is so terrifying.
At this time, Yang Ji didn't even care about the dark wolf on the ground. His heart skipped a beat, and Yang Ji turned around fiercely. Only then did he realize that the fire in the city, which he thought should have been extinguished, not only did not go out, but became even bigger.
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There were so many troops stationed in Langya City, but they were unable to extinguish dozens of fires. Not only that, there were even more fires.
"not good!"
Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat. He had been fighting these two evil masters for so long and didn't even pay attention to the situation in the city.
Things from foreign lands are obviously different from those from the Han Dynasty.
"Where is the evil prince? What are you planning? What are you trying to find by sneaking into the government?"
Yang Ji was so anxious that he didn't care too much. He kept shouting and throwing questions one after another like a barrage.
These three questions are the biggest ones in Yang Ji's mind and the ones he wants to know the most. Until now, apart from these Saracen oils, Yang Ji knows almost nothing about the evil plots.
"Hey, government? You actually know this."
Dark Wolf laughed, but with that paralyzed expression, it looked very weird:
"I can tell you these things. However, I want you to do one thing for me."
"What's up?"
Yang Jidao.
"You just need to promise me." Dark Wolf said.
A flash of anger flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, but he finally nodded. This dark wolf could be chosen by the dead evil leader and taken with him. Obviously, he has a higher status than others and knows more.
The situation is urgent and there is not much time left.
This person is his only hope now.
"These days, His Highness the Crown Prince has been asking us to inquire about something. It is said to be related to something that happened ten years ago. No one of us knows the specific details except His Highness the Crown Prince."
Dark Wolf collapsed on the ground, his eyes looking straight ahead, looking very deep:
"I originally thought that this mission had failed. Unexpectedly, not long ago, His Royal Highness suddenly found out the whereabouts of that thing. No accident, he should have invaded there by now and almost succeeded."
"Where did you invade?"
Yang Ji said sharply.
"Arms depot! Haha, if you go there now, you might be able to catch the last wave."
Dark Wolf laughed, but his eyes slowly closed:
"Now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
"I don't have an antidote."
Yang Ji said coldly.
"Hmph! I know this kind of thing better than you. A person who has been hit by a blood-transforming needle cannot be saved. There is no antidote. Now do it - kill me."
The dark wolf closed his eyes, looking ready to be killed.
Yang Ji was startled, not expecting that the request he made was actually this. However, his mind changed and he quickly understood:
"After being hit by the blood-transforming needle, life would be worse than death. He is now paralyzed. Death is the best relief."
After thinking about this, he immediately stopped hesitating. The sword flashed past the dark wolf's neck. He then dragged the sword away.
The fire was blazing in the dark night, and under the light of the fire, most of the Langya group looked like day.
Yang Ji flew all the way, running quickly on the high wall. Looking around, he could see people in the distance with their horses neighing, and the imperial cavalry fighting fires on all sides. The sound of hoofbeats was endless, and there were also faint sounds of fighting and scolding.
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On the street, many people were woken up from their sleep and ran out of their houses one by one. They poured water with basins and buckets to put out the fire, but instead of reducing the fire, the fire got bigger.
"Damn it!"
Yang Ji secretly cursed, no matter what the plans of these evil warriors were, one thing they were right about was that this kind of exotic Saracen fire oil cannot be extinguished by water.
Yang Ji's speed was extremely fast. The Floating Light Body Technique was used to its limit, and no one could be seen at all, only a blurry and twisted light meandering quickly on the high wall.
After a while, Yang Ji arrived at the place where the incident occurred.
He saw blazing fire in the distance, but when he got closer, Yang Ji realized how powerful this exotic Saracen fire oil was.
The blazing flames were at least six or seven feet high, and the scorching heat wave could almost blow people away.
"terrible!"
Yang Ji's heart palpitated when he saw it.
Relatively speaking, there are not many evil warriors in Langya City, but with this inextinguishable Saracen fire oil, the effect is almost the same as hundreds or even thousands of people setting fire.
"Stop! Stop watering!"
Around a burning restaurant, many women were still pouring water on the fire. Yang Ji's Dantian vibrated and roared, and surging blood spurted out, sweeping around like a giant python.
Just hearing bursts of exclamations, those basins, ladles, pots, and buckets were all sucked away by an invisible force, wrapped in a torrent of blood, and were swept up by Yang Ji and thrown behind his head.
"catch him!"
A man who looked like a shopkeeper yelled at Yang Ji with blood-red eyes.
There was a clattering sound in the street, and with a flash of light, four or five iron cavalry came in the fierce wind, surrounding Yang Ji.
"What a coward you are, how dare you take the opportunity to set fire!"
An officer who looked righteous and awe-inspiring, his armor shining brightly, pulled out his sword with a clang, and almost at the same time, a cold light flashed, and a bow, halberd, knife, and gun were all aimed at Yang Ji in the center.
Yang Ji was startled for a moment, then realized that he was still wearing the black night clothes. These people had obviously misunderstood.
"Stop! I was ordered by your lord to arrest those evil disciples!"
Yang Ji took out the "Captain's Walking Token" presented by Yi Xiantian, waved it in front of several people, and showed it.
Things have progressed to this point, and we almost know the plan and true goal of the evil lineage. There is no need to pretend to be evil anymore.
Yang Ji thought about it and simply tore his night clothes, revealing the sect clothes underneath.
"See my lord!"
Seeing this, everyone had any questions and quickly bowed respectfully.
"Yi Xiantian really gave me a good gift!"
Yang Ji was filled with emotion.
The "Captain's Walking Token" only has the real power of a captain, but its official rank is "Captain" level. It can almost command most of the officers you encounter.
This is not something Yang Ji can suppress with his name as a Wu Tongsheng, and it saves Yang Ji a lot of trouble. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
