The Ghost King is not here!
Lin Qingtian, the incarnation of the Holy Lord, is not here!
The two people who were in charge of the overall situation here and besieged the guards and eunuchs in the palace were only Lu Tianxing and Situ Fei. After Yan Liqiang saw the scene clearly, he immediately decided to take action!
People like Lu Tianxing and Situ Fei are the accomplices of this catastrophe. From the first time he saw them until now, these two people have wandered under Yan Liqiang's nose like wandering souls twice. This time, Yan Liqiang will never let them go, but will eliminate this harm to the people.
Yan Liqiang said nothing, but shook the spear in his hand. His whole body was like a wisp of green smoke. He rushed out of the bamboo forest in a step of ten feet. His spear was like a dragon, and he became one with the spear, and went straight for Situ Fei, who was closest to him.
Situ Fei was holding a fan in his hand, moving gracefully among the crowd. The folding fan in his hand was unpredictable, moving forward, backward, left, and right. It was ethereal and unpredictable. Wherever the folding fan passed by, it was like a sword. Occasionally, the folding fan in his hand would fly out and come back like a butterfly. An old eunuch who had escaped from the palace was not paying attention and was cut on the neck by the flying folding fan in Situ Fei's hand. In just a moment, he screamed and covered his mouth with his hands. The blood vessels on the cut neck fell to the ground, and the folding fan flew back and landed in Situ Fei's right hand, but in a blink of an eye, the folding fan jumped to his left hand again. Situ Fei reversed and knocked away the long sword of a palace guard. With another push, a sharp bone piece with a cold glow came out from the ribs of the folding fan and pierced the guard's shoulder. Situ Fei kicked the guard in the chest, and the guard's chest immediately sank, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he flew out...
In almost the blink of an eye, Situ Fei killed two people.
Situ Fei laughed loudly, looking very proud, “Hahaha, the imperial palace guards are nothing more than this…”
As soon as the laughter ended, Situ Fei felt a strange sound behind him. He turned his head and saw Yan Liqiang holding a gun. The man and the gun were one, flying through the air and shooting towards him like an arrow. When he noticed it, the gun tip in Yan Liqiang's hand, which was shining with cold light, was less than two meters away from him...
"Who is it?" Situ Fei was shocked and his face changed. Seeing Yan Liqiang's spear stabbing at him, he flew backwards without thinking.
"Yan Liqiang, the governor of Qiyun of the Han Empire!" Yan Liqiang spoke, speeding up. The tip of the spear in his hand was like a soul-chasing arrow, and instantly approached within three feet of the retreating Situ Fei, scaring Situ Fei to death. Although Situ Fei was one of the Eight Vajra of the White Lotus Sect and his martial arts skills were not weak, enough to crush many masters, the gap between him and Yan Liqiang was not small.
Seeing the spear coming, Situ Fei instinctively pressed the folding fan in his hand towards the spear head, and slid to the other side, trying to avoid it. However, as soon as the folding fan in his hand touched the spear head, he felt that the spear head was not a dead object, but a living thing. As soon as the folding fan touched the spear head, the spear slid along and pierced through the only gap and stagnation of his body's strength that allowed him to change his breath and luck, just like he deliberately used his neck to hit the spear head...
As Situ Fei was looking extremely horrified, he felt a chill on his neck...
"Swish..." The sharp tip of the meteorite spear suddenly pierced through his throat and emerged from the back of his neck.
The next second, the iron tip of the spear disappeared from Situ Fei's throat, and then appeared two meters behind Yan Liqiang, at the heart of a White Lotus master who was holding a big knife and wanted to chop Yan Liqiang, piercing the heart of the White Lotus master behind him. From beginning to end, Yan Liqiang did not even turn his head, and his feet did not move an inch. The spear shrank and bounced again, drawing a circle within three meters of Yan Liqiang, and then seven White Lotus people fell out at the same time with blood coming out of their throats...
Yan Liqiang appeared and shot Situ Fei and the seven White Lotus members around him dead in one second. The whole process happened in a flash, less than a second.
Yan Liqiang, who has mastered the art of spear and has natural supernatural powers as well as extremely sharp spiritual perception, began to show the horror of a gun in his hand at this moment.
"Ah, it's Lord Yan, Lord Yan is here..." The guards and eunuchs who escaped from the besieged palace did not realize until this time that Yan Liqiang had rushed out. They screamed in surprise, as if they had seen a savior.
On the contrary, the people from the White Lotus Sect were suddenly frightened. Many of them who were fighting with their opponents quickly forced them away and took a few steps back.
Situ Fei was still standing on the ground, his whole body was shaky, he covered his throat tightly with one hand, blood gushing out from between his fingers. He stared at Yan Liqiang with red eyes, and asked a question word by word with difficulty, "This... this... what kind of shooting is this..." After he finished speaking, big mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth.
"This is the spear technique for killing bandits!" Yan Liqiang said calmly, and he pulled the spear in his hand backhand, as casually as slapping a fly to death. He didn't turn his head or move his feet, but just moved his wrist. Then another person who wanted to attack him from behind was pierced through the throat by the spear in Yan Liqiang's hand three meters away and fell to the ground. This person was still wearing the uniform of a palace guard and should be one of the people who turned against the prince.
"Good... shooting skills..." Situ Fei said the last three words with difficulty, and then he fell straight to the ground and turned into a corpse.
In the blink of an eye, ten White Lotus masters who were full of energy just now turned into corpses on the ground, one of whom was one of the Eight Vajras of the White Lotus.
Yan Liqiang turned his head, his eyes flashing, looking at Lu Tianxing, whose face was pale in the distance.
As a master, Lu Tianxing instantly felt Yan Liqiang's tangible murderous intent, and his skin suddenly turned cold.
"Kill him...", Lu Tianxing roared, and threw the big knife in his hand directly at Yan Liqiang, then he slapped his waist, and suddenly there appeared an iron whip more than ten feet long in his hand, and he swung it hard, and lashed at Yan Liqiang fiercely - just now the White Lotus Sect had more people and the advantage, they besieged the guards in the palace, and they had already won. Lu Tianxing had not taken out the weapon in his hand, but at this time, as one of the Eight Vajras of the White Lotus Sect, Lu Tianxing knew that he had to fight desperately.
Lu Tianxing had heard of Yan Liqiang's reputation before, and thought that Yan Liqiang was only good at archery. He never expected that in addition to the bow, the big spear in Yan Liqiang's hand was the real killer...
Seeing Lu Tianxing throwing the big knife in his hand towards him and attacking him, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but have a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth. Lu Tianxing seemed to be a rough man, but in fact, this man was very cunning. He took the lead in attacking him at this moment, and it seemed that he wanted to fight with him, but in fact, he just wanted to escape desperately. Since he could kill Situ Fei with one shot, and his cultivation was not much different from Situ Fei, then how many shots could he possibly take from him
The broadsword flew over, and Yan Liqiang lightly lifted the spear in his hand and caught the handle of the broadsword. Then he shook the spear head, and the broadsword began to spin on the spear head like a windmill. Then, with a speed and force ten times more violent than when Lu Tianxing threw it, it turned into a spinning wheel and cut towards the White Lotus masters who were rushing towards him.
How could the White Lotus masters have imagined that the knife thrown by Lu Tianxing would fly towards them in the blink of an eye? They were caught off guard and cut by the spinning knife wheel. More than a dozen White Lotus masters who were in the front were instantly cut in half by the knife wheel thrown by Yan Liqiang with his spear, and fell to the ground screaming miserably...
Seeing how powerful Yan Liqiang was, the guards in the palace were also very excited. They rushed up one by one and continued to fight with the White Lotus Sect members...
(End of this chapter)