The people around them backed away, and a man wearing a mask slowly stepped forward.
He was tall, holding a longbow in his left hand, looking down at them with pity in his eyes, as if looking at a group of ants that would be crushed to death at any time.
Jian Xiuyun looked up at him with a slightly condensed expression.
Although he couldn't see his face through the mask, it felt inexplicably familiar.
"Are you the evil master?" Yu Shaozhi asked loudly.
The man didn't answer, but pursed his thin lips lightly and smiled.
Then he raised his shoulders and drew the bow in his hand, pointing the arrow at Jian Xiuyun.
Seeing this, Yu Shaozhi took a step forward to stand in front of Jian Xiuyun.
The man didn't seem to really want to hurt him. Seeing this, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more playful, and he stopped his movements.
Looking at Yu Shaozhi across the air, they seem to be confronting each other.
Lin Liao Ting at the side couldn't hold back, rushed forward, pointed his sword at him, and cursed angrily: "What are you pretending to be here? You are that bullshit evil master? If you have the ability to come down and fight alone, what's the point of hiding upstairs!"
Jian Xiuyun shouted: "Liao Ting."
Lin Liao Ting ignored it, and rushed forward with his sword in hand.
Seeing this, the attendant behind the man stepped forward to stop him, but was stopped by his eyes, and then the bow and arrow in his hand was shot out, and the arrow wind was sharp, piercing the air and bringing out bursts of buzzing.
The arrow shot straight into the air like a signal.
In the next second, layers upon layers of people rushed down, entangled with Jian Xiuyun and the others.
At the same time, Lin Liao Ting approached him.
Seeing this, the man drew out the sword at his waist, blocked his attack, and began to wrestle with him.
Just after one move, Lin Liaoting knew that he was not his opponent, but the hatred and killing intent in his heart supported him, and he refused to back down no matter what.
He desperately squeezed his internal energy, and sent them to the sword body continuously. The two swords collided in the air, and sparks flew out from the sword body.
Jian Xiuyun on the side was startled, and his subordinates became more agile. He used sword energy to shake the person blocking him away, and then jumped to Lin Liaoting's side to block that person's attack for him.
"Master will help you."
Lin Liaoting glanced at him, nodded and said, "Okay."
After finishing speaking, the master and apprentice fought against the man together.
Although the man's kung fu was stronger than Lin Liao Ting's, he still couldn't hold back the two of them joining forces. However, even though he was forced to retreat steadily, his face never showed depression, and he even smiled.
"Elder Jian." The man suddenly said, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him coldly, and his hands kept moving.
"Admit defeat." He continued.
Jian Xiuyun's sword sliced across his skirt, cutting off a piece of fabric.
"Dream!" Jian Xiuyun replied.
The man laughed a few times, whether it was gloating or pity in his voice, "You have no chance of winning."
Just as Jian Xiuyun wanted to ask him why he was so determined, Lin Liaoting stepped forward and said: "Shut up! Demons and evil ways, rats and ants, you are the ones who have no chance of winning."
The man was forced into a corner by them, Lin Liaoting picked up his sword, and Jian Xiuyun pressed Qinghan sword to his neck.
The man didn't panic at all, and looked at them calmly, with a puzzled tone, like a student asking for advice.
"What's the standard?" He asked suddenly, walking towards Jian Xiuyun while talking.
Jian Xiuyun's sword instantly sank into his flesh, dripping fresh, but he kept approaching them as if he didn't realize it.
"We are demons and evil ways, and you are famous and righteous ways. Whose standard is this? Is it settled by one word and one combination?"
Jian Xiuyun retracted his sword a few inches, frowned and shouted: "Stop!"
"Of course you are evil and crooked. You slaughtered more than a thousand people from my Lin family. How dare you call it justice?"
As Lin Liao Ting said, he stabbed with a sword, but he caught it with his backhand.
The man held the blade in his hand, and large streams of blood flowed down the blade.
He looked at Lin Liaoting, his voice seemed to contain ice, "That's good and evil for you."
After finishing speaking, there was a "click", and the sword in his hand cracked.
Then, his eyes fell on the inner city, and he shook his head.
Jian Xiuyun also looked over, only to find that most of the disciples they brought had collapsed for some reason, and only Yu Shaozhi and the others could barely support them.
"They have suffered from Ruanjinsan." The man explained indifferently: "Mix Ruanjinsan into water, then soak the clothes in it for a day and a night, and take the antidote before putting them on, it will have such an effect."
Anger ignited in Jian Xiuyun's heart, he turned around suddenly and cursed: "Despicable."
The man replied as if he had heard some joke: "You guys are too careless."
Jian Xiuyun didn't continue, turned around and thought about it, the man saw his intention and said, "I advise you not to go."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a "cut" gesture, and then there was a "boom", one after another explosion sounded suddenly, scarlet flames mixed with billowing thick smoke rose above the inner city, almost To light the dim night to reveal a moment of false day.
Jian Xiuyun's pupils kept shrinking, and the Qinghan sword in his hand fell to the ground. He felt his mouth open wide, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Senior Sister! Sect Leader!" Lin Liao Tingfei who was beside him also seemed to rush into the sea of flames.
Jian Xiuyun raised his footsteps, but felt that his feet were as heavy as a thousand weights.
He stumbled forward, but before he could take a few steps, he was grabbed by someone.
"Elder Jian, don't go there, it's dangerous."
Jian Xiuyun turned her head and looked at the masked person.
They looked at each other through the cold mask, Jian Xiuyun couldn't see his expression, he could only see the hypocritical and cold pretended concern.
"Get out!" Jian Xiuyun threw him away, bent down to pick up the sword on the ground, and stabbed him fiercely.
His mind was blank, he didn't remember any sword formulas, he just relied on instinct. Constantly slashing at him.
"Do you know why I said you have no chance of winning?"
Jian Xiuyun's current state couldn't hurt him at all, so he asked with a smile while dodging the attacking sword leisurely.
Jian Xiuyun didn't respond, but just looked at him with hatred, the hatred in his eyes could almost tear out a piece of flesh and blood from his body.
The man didn't seem to care whether he would answer or not, his eyes fell behind him, and he said with a smile: "Here comes the answer."
The sound of the explosion gradually died down, and the thick black smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the appearance of the inner city at this time.
The city was scorched black, and there were many fragments of corpses scattered. Some monks with strong cultivation base protected themselves in the violent explosion.
But also injured to varying degrees.
Jian Xiuyun's eyes anxiously searched for the figures of everyone in a moment.
He saw Yu Shaozhi sitting in the middle, protecting Song Qingru and the others behind him, and Lin Liaoting knelt beside Song Qingru, as if checking her injuries.
Jian Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he is alive, he is still alive.
Then, a strange voice was heard.
"See Your Majesty."
"See Your Majesty."
"..."
Jian Xiuyun glanced at the person in front of him in surprise, and turned around.
Then I saw a row of people kneeling on one knee like a tide, greeting a person.
There are footsteps coming from far and near, black satin and blue-soled soap boots are hung with a string of silver ornaments, making a crisp sound when walking, and then there are straight and slender legs and a thin waist.
The dark straight-breasted gown was embroidered with large swaths of blood-red hibiscus flowers, and her long jet-black hair was tied up high by a jade-encrusted gilt crown.
The footsteps were getting closer.
The face of the visitor was both unfamiliar and familiar.
It was Kan Wenxiao.