The night was solemn, with countless stars shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the sky. A huge and bright full moon quietly hung in the sky, casting a white glow over the battlefield along the Hannan River. In the distance, the camp was brightly lit, with countless laughter and joy coming from it, celebrating the unparalleled great victory on the battlefield today!
At this moment, on the high ground on the other side of the battlefield, a slender figure was standing, with the north wind blowing his clothes, revealing a feeling of loneliness.
"What? Why don't you go down to celebrate?" Young Master Xiaoyan came slowly from behind, carrying a wine jug: "Are you in a bad mood?"
"Haha!" Zhou Yi laughed, "I was just wondering, should I call you Young Master Xiaoyan? Or Assassin Ghost?"
"You know everything!" Young Master Xiaoyan did not hide it, but showed a look of relief: "I was the one who assassinated Yun Chongxiao on Mount Emei, and I was the one who dealt with Wu Chongye in Luoyang. But do these still matter now?"
"Yes! Now that you are the leader of the Demon Sect, and your brother Temujin is the Mongolian Khan, I'm afraid you no longer need to hide your identity, right? After the fall of Fengyan City, there is no force outside the Great Wall that can stop you? So where are you looking next?"
Young Master Xiaoyan's expression became more and more solemn, and his deep eyes sparkled in the night: "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. I understand how you feel about being deceived. I didn't mean to do this, and I hope you can forgive me. But there is another thing that I hope you can think about carefully."
"Jianghu has been open for nearly ten years. Players' martial arts have the ability to change the world's situation. The world is in turmoil, and it is time for heroes to rise. Murong Chunqiu lives in the south of the Yangtze River. Since ancient times, only northerners have moved south, and there is no reason for southerners to move north. Although Zhu Jianan is famous all over the world, he lacks the skills. Others like Xiao Qianjue and Wu Chongye are even more mediocre. What's the point of mentioning them?"
"After the Battle of Hannan River, there is no other force outside the Great Wall that can compete with Mongolia. It will only take a few months for my two brothers to subdue all the tribes outside the Great Wall. By then, there will be more than a million soldiers in armor outside the Great Wall."
"Let's talk about the strength of the martial arts world. Now that the Demon Sect has returned, plus the invincible thirteen wings of Mongolia, who in the Central Plains martial arts world, which is still in internal strife, can resist?"
"I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. How can heroes like us be obsessed with trivial matters of blind loyalty and pedantry? Nothing can be established without destruction. Isn't the collapse of the Central Plains an opportunity for the rise of a new empire? I believe that as long as you think calmly, you can come up with the answer to this question."
Zhou Yi slowly turned around and stared at Young Master Xiaoyan's face, his eyes filled with an extremely resolute look: "What if I don't want to? Will you treat me the same way you treated Feng Yancheng?"
"Whoosh!" The whistling north wind blew across the hillside and melted into the endless darkness.
Gongzi Xiaoyan did not answer, and there was a long silence between the two.
"Cut the grass at its roots..." Young Master Xiaoyan spoke slowly, his eyes gradually raised to look directly at Zhou Yi, with unshakable determination, he spoke word by word: "I haven't fought with you for a long time, let me see a little bit!"
Young Master Xiaoyan was still standing leisurely about half a zhang away from Zhou Yi. He was there, yet not there, moving in and out between existence and non-existence, with stillness in movement and liveliness in stillness.
Zhou Yi was completely unable to grasp his next move. This was how the flawless descendant of the Evil King should be.
Young Master Xiaoyan took the initiative to attack. He stretched out his left hand and drew nearly ten circles on his chest with incredible swiftness. The circles were of different sizes and angles, and were extremely weird and strange. Immediately, the energy surrounded the air.
Zhou Yi quietly watched Gongzi Xiaoyan's techniques, without panicking. He moved his sword in an arc and slowly stepped back to avoid his edge.
Young Master Xiaoyan smiled casually, and put his left hand back behind his back as if he had accomplished his mission. It was his right hand's turn to form a knife with his fingers. He followed a mysterious route and moved like a spirit snake, passing through the core of each of the more than ten energy rings he had just drawn. His strength was so magical that it was hard to believe.
Zhou Yi had never dreamed of such a surprising move. More than a thousand lethal energy rings were "hung" on Gongzi Xiaoyan's wrists, and his fingertips were pointing forward like lightning!
Although this finger attack was not as dazzling as before, the aura ring in the sky was like an overwhelming tide that surged in, and there was no way to avoid it, no way to give way to it, and no way to stop it!
Zhou Yi only felt a tightness in his chest. This huge pressure was coming. Even with his current cultivation level of Jiuxiao Zhenjing, he still felt that he could not support it. He slashed the sword in his hand diagonally, drawing more than a dozen sword circles in succession.
Before a circle was completed, it was immediately shattered by the surging force. Zhou Yi didn't care. He groaned and took a step back to continue. Thirteen circles were broken in a row, and Zhou Yi also took thirteen steps back. He finally blocked this terrifying and shocking attack!
However, Master Xiaoyan would never give Zhou Yi a chance to rest. As soon as he finished his previous move, the next one came right after!
Suddenly, the energy disappeared.
Zhou Yi only felt that there was nothing around him, and he had a sad feeling of having nowhere to stand. He thought to himself, "Oh no!" Suddenly, Young Master Xiaoyan appeared about five feet in front of him, as if from existence to disappearance and then from non-existence to existence again. He stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and touched his forehead.
Within a short distance, Gongzi Xiaoyan's techniques were varied, with subtle and exquisite changes made every moment. If one could not see through any one of the changes, it would lead to a tragic ending of defeat. Moreover, every change created an illusion, making it impossible to distinguish what was real and what was false.
Looking at Master Xiaoyan's ever-changing finger poking out, the finger wind completely enveloped Zhou Yi, and the strength and distribution of the energy in it kept subtly changing, making it impossible to defend against and unstoppable.
Zhou Yi's expression became more and more solemn. The Ten Volumes of the Demonic Book indeed had omnipotent power. Young Master Xiaoyan's martial arts were no longer what they were in the Divine Capital back then. He would have to try his best to have a chance of survival!
Zhou Yi chuckled in the field, raised his sword, and actually started to fight back: "It is rude not to reciprocate! Young Master Xiaoyan, also take my sword!" Zhou Yi's sword tip lightly tapped, seemingly chaotic, but also seemed to follow a trace.
After he mastered the Sun-Changing Art, he combined it with his previous martial arts skills to evolve a completely new sword technique. The mysterious feeling of being reborn from the ashes made Zhou Yi become even more imaginative and unrestrained on the basis of his original skills, leaving no trace.
Now Zhou Yi's swordsmanship can leave room for any situation, regenerate changes, and defeat the enemy in impossible situations. It often seems that one sword can defeat the enemy, but in fact, the changes in the moves are so subtle and mysterious that it is difficult to describe. It contains slowness in speed, and makes light of heavy things, with the demeanor of a king. (To be continued)