The Xueying long knife in Qin Changan's hand stopped a few centimeters in front of Senior Brother Li's eyes. Looking at the sharp blade in front of him, a chill instantly enveloped him, and beads of sweat slowly oozed out on his forehead.
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Sweat beads slid down his cheeks, and he swallowed hard, but he did not dare to move at all. He could feel the real murderous aura that enveloped his body.
Xue Jinqiu rushed here in a panic, panting heavily, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he saw the knife in Qin Changan's hand stopped in front of Senior Brother Li.
"Old Xue, you arrived just in time. If you were a little later, you could save some food."
Zhao Ziling looked at Xue Jinqiu who was breathing heavily and laughed.
Looking at him, Xue Jinqiu's head was full of black lines. After quickly calming down, he looked at Qin Changan.
"Put it away. The palace master already knows that you are back. I am here to take you to see him. With your strength, you shouldn't be able to argue with them, right?"
Xue Jinqiu glanced lightly at the people next to him, his cold eyes flashing across everyone's face. Everyone lowered their heads and turned away, not daring to look at him.
Even Kang Shaoqi, who was the first to cause trouble, just looked gloomy and said nothing.
"It seems that your Taisui Mountain is not as different as you said. When you have time, don't just focus on getting stronger. You should pay more attention to the quality education of your disciples. This time it's me. If it were someone with a bad temper,
Yes, their heads can probably be used as stools now."
Qin Changan put away Xueying's sword and flicked away Senior Brother Li's sword with a flick of his left hand's fingers.
"Don't worry, there will be a punishment hall to discuss the rules with them later, and all the necessary lessons will be arranged for them."
Xue Jinqiu's eyes seemed to be spitting out fire. The situation here is already complicated enough. These guys are still messing around at this juncture. Is it because Taisui Mountain is not messy enough?
When they heard about the Punishment Hall, Kang Shaoqi and Senior Brother Li looked up at Xue Jinqiu, but after seeing his cold eyes, they immediately lowered their heads.
He lowered his head, his eyes filled with resentment.
They were thinking about the safety of Taisui Mountain, so why were they guilty?
So what if you, Xue Jinqiu, are the deputy mountain master of Taisui Mountain?
More and more people surrounded him. Jiang Ming's face was ferocious, he roared repeatedly, and he kept swinging the ancient bronze sword in his hand. Every swing could take away a soldier's life, and the blood on his body had stained his armor red.
However, there were too many enemies, forcing him to retreat continuously.
After killing a close soldier again, the two spearmen seized the opportunity and pierced his abdomen with their cold spears, with the tip of the spear half-engraved.
Jiang Ming's body trembled and his eyes widened. Without any time to think, he flipped his wrist and cut off the spear shaft with the ancient bronze sword in his hand, then quickly retreated and briefly distanced himself.
"Prince!"
"Save the prince and go!"
A group of blood-stained white-armored guards rushed out from behind him and quickly stood in front of him, intercepting the oncoming soldiers.
"Leave me alone, leave me alone, go get your father back!"
Jiang Ming pushed away the two guards who were trying to pull him back, and was about to charge forward again with the ancient sword in hand. But just as he took a step forward, he felt severe pain in his abdomen, his body trembled violently, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
The two white-armored guards looked at each other, stepped forward at the same time, and held Jiang Ming on the left and right. They released their spiritual power and forced him to pull him back quickly.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Jiang Ming roared angrily, trying to break free from the grasp of the two guards, but he was seriously injured and extremely weak, unable to break free at all.
"kill!"
Outside the palace, countless soldiers brandished weapons and rushed inside, destroying the few resistance forces in the palace.
As the resistance forces in various places gradually subsided, the team guarding Jiang Ming's retreat became particularly eye-catching. A large number of soldiers rushed here, hoping to capture the subjugated prince alive.
The white-armored guards guarded Jiang Ming and kept retreating. Each of them was very strong and had the strength to fight one against ten. However, there were too many enemies. Guards kept falling. In the end, only two were left.
Jiang Ming's escaped guards were surrounded by a stone well.
"Hahaha, Jiang Ming, I never thought that one day you would become a lost dog!"
The surrounding soldiers suddenly parted ways, and a figure wearing red armor approached holding a giant ax dripping with blood. He looked at Jiang Ming, who was forced in the corner, with a sneer in his eyes.
He had been waiting for this day for six full years.
"Lin Lang?"
"How dare you, a loser who doesn't even dare to ride a horse, step onto the battlefield?"
Jiang Ming's eyes were cold, and he leaned against the palace wall at the back, holding the ancient bronze sword tightly in his hand. The blade of the sword was cold, and his momentum was concentrated. He looked at the increasing number of enemy soldiers around him, without any fear in his eyes.
After hearing Jiang Ming's words, the scene where he was ridiculed by everyone came back to his mind. Lin Lang's eyes flashed fiercely, and his face became ferocious.
"Very well, if you wanted to anger me, I have to admit that you have succeeded."
"Want to know what the consequences are?"
Lin Lang waved his hand, and several soldiers behind him pushed two figures with messy hair forward, forcing them to kneel on the ground. Their breath was weak, and their clothes were stained with blood.
Looking at these two familiar figures, Jiang Ming's whole body trembled. Regardless of his own injuries, he took two steps forward, raised the ancient bronze sword in his hand, and scolded Lin Lang angrily.
"Despicable thing, if you were a man, let them go and fight with me!"
"A fight with you? Jiang Ming, can't you see the situation clearly? Now you are just a lost dog, and I am the one who has the initiative in the situation!"
Lin Lang took a step forward, slapped the person in front of him on the head, pulled her hair back, revealing a beautiful face.
It's just that at this moment, this pretty face is stained with blood, her eyes are cold, her face is resolute, her teeth are clenched, her throat is broken, and she can't make any sound.
"Now, kneel down for me!"
Lin Lang threw away the giant ax in his hand, grabbed a long knife from the hand of a soldier nearby, and placed the blade on the woman's neck. The sharp blade cut the skin, and blood slowly seeped out.
"Baixu!"
Jiang Ming was startled and took a step forward. She subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop her, but saw the knife on her neck and forced herself to stop.
"I'll make you kneel down!"
The sharp blade in Lin Lang's hand cut Bai Xu's neck, he kept exerting force, his expression was ferocious, and he roared angrily.
"stop!"
"kneel!"
Jiang Ming's chest was violently bullied, and anger was rolling in his chest. His murderous eyes were fixed on Lin Lang, but when he saw the blood flowing out of Bai Xu's neck, he was shaking violently in his heart.