Putting his sword back into its sheath, Yan Qingcheng floated in front of the three of them. Seeing their expressions, he couldn't help but laugh." Why do you all have such expressions? Have you never seen swordsmanship before?”
Wei Bat Monarch rubbed his head and said,""This is the first time this subordinate has seen someone unleash the power of a fourth-grade sword technique to this extent. Cult Master's future strength will definitely be limitless!”
If he used it like this, even Wudang Sect's Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, who created this sword technique, would be surprised!
After Yan Qingcheng heard Wei Bat Monarch's words, he smiled calmly and asked," How long will it take for us to reach the branch in Cang Prefecture City?"”
Yin Tianzheng looked at the surrounding terrain and said,""We're already in the Cang Prefecture. We sent a pigeon over previously. When we reach the Cang Prefecture, someone will come to pick us up!”
Yan Qingcheng nodded. He thought to himself that the situation in the Cang Prefecture should be unclear.
After they came out of the small town, they saw many soldiers of the Yuan Imperial Court guarding the roadside. They were looking for the rebel army that was stirring up trouble everywhere. The people in Cangzhou City were probably in a panic!
Clang clang...
"Kill them!"
Yan Qingcheng was just about to speak when he suddenly heard the faint sounds of weapons clashing and fighting not far away.
Hmm?
What was going on?
His expression turned serious as he turned to look in the direction of the voice. He looked into the distance and a faint purple light flashed in Yan Qingcheng's eyes. His perception spread out like a tidal wave.
Yang Buhui noticed the change in Yan Qingcheng's expression and asked curiously," What's wrong, Brother Yan? Is there something wrong?"”
Yan Qingcheng frowned." There's a group of people fighting ahead. The battle is intense. It should be the Yuan Imperial Court's troops and the Revolutionary Army!"”
Other than the Yuan Imperial Court's troops and the Revolutionary Army, there seemed to be a small group of troops sandwiched in the middle, and they were about to be completely annihilated!
Yin Tianzheng and Wei Bat Monarch were both stunned. The village in front of them was at least three to four miles away from them. Furthermore, the surrounding forest was lush, and their vision was unclear. Yet, their Cult Master was able to sense the commotion from such a distance!
"Cult Master, should we go over and take a look?”Yin Tianzheng looked at Yan Qingcheng's expression and asked.
Yan Qingcheng nodded. Since they happened to bump into him, he naturally had to go and take a look at the situation.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
After saying that, the four of them tapped their toes lightly and used their qinggong to rush towards the gathering point of the three parties.
......
Outside the village!
Swords flashed, and horses neighed!
"Ah!"
The cloth-clothed man holding the saber had a ferocious expression as he swung his saber and beheaded the soldier on the horse!
"Kill them!"
Blood instantly dyed the white snow on the ground red and spread into a small stream. The originally quiet and ordinary village was now filled with the sound of swords and swords fighting.
Screams, cries, and screams continued, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood!
In a corner!
"Sister, sob…Sister…"
A four or five-year-old boy, whose face was stained with mottled blood, even his tears had turned red. He cried and guarded beside a broken corpse, looking at the tragic scene in front of him in panic.
A Yuan Dynasty soldier in the distance noticed him and walked over. He raised the large saber in his hand and wanted to kill this fresh life!
Pfft--
"Ah!"
A beautiful flower of blood bloomed on the Yuan Dynasty soldier's chest!
The boy watched as an ancient sword stabbed into the man's chest and was pulled out in an instant. The Yuan soldier's expression froze and his eyes were filled with disbelief. He could only fall to the ground and die.
One move to kill!
The boy's eyes widened as he looked at the handsome but extremely cold youth. He held an ancient sword in his hand and his black hair danced in the wind. He descended in front of him like an immortal!
Yan Qingcheng frowned as he looked at the corpse beside the child. He had been dead for a long time, and there were many corpses of ordinary villagers lying in the snow.
Yang Buhui looked at the sobbing child, and a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes. He walked over and bent down to hug him, covering his eyes with his slender hands, not letting him see this hell on earth.
"Cult Master, it should be the troops of the Yuan Imperial Court. They encountered the Revolutionary Army here and engaged in a small-scale battle!”
Wei Bat Monarch squatted in front of the soldier's corpse and looked at his armor.
The number of soldiers from the Yuan Imperial Court in front of him seemed to be no more than three hundred. All of them were clad in armor and were well-equipped. There were even dozens of cavalry who were brandishing their sabers and fighting!
Although there were more than five hundred soldiers in the Revolutionary Army, their equipment was far inferior to the soldiers of the Yuan Imperial Court. However, with the advantage of numbers, they were evenly matched with the soldiers of the Yuan Imperial Court!
"These rebel armies are too rampant here. When they encounter the Yuan Imperial Court and the two sides start a war, they deserve to die.”Yin Tianzheng sighed.
"Cough cough, save me…"
A weak cry for help came from beside him. Yan Qingcheng's eyes flashed. There was still someone alive on the ground?
Wei Bat Monarch carefully listened to the source of the sound. It was coming from the bushes, and he immediately walked over to check.
A man in purple was lying there with a pale face. The blood on his body dyed his clothes even darker. His thigh was severely injured, and his chest was also injured. His condition did not look good.
The Bat King Wei flipped him over and looked up at Yan Qingcheng in surprise." Cult Master, this is a Ming Cult disciple. His sleeves have the Ming Cult's symbol!”
Hmm?
Yan Qingcheng lowered his gaze and looked at the flame symbol on his sleeve. It was really someone from the Ming Cult, but why was he here?
Wei Bat King helped the man up and sized him up. He felt that he was unfamiliar and asked," Brother, are you from the Ming Cult?”
The man nodded with some difficulty. His vision was a little blurry, but he could still vaguely see the handsome youth in front of him looking down at him.
Even though he was severely injured, he could still hear the conversation between them and the way Wei Bat King addressed the young man. He said expectantly," You are…" * Cough cough * Are you the Ming Cult Master?"
Yan Qingcheng squatted down to take a look at his injuries. Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries, but he had lost a lot of blood.""Bat King, help him bandage up."
"Yes, Cult Master!" Wei Yixiao obeyed the order and squatted down to check the man's wound.
Yan Qingcheng looked at the purple-robed man and said," That's right, I'm Yan Qingcheng. Why are you here?”
When the man heard that it was really the sect master, he was so excited that he wanted to get up. However, the pain on his body made him suck in a cold breath.
"Don't move. Just lie down and talk. Cult Master won't blame you!”
Seeing that the man was so agitated that he forgot about his injuries, the Vampire Bat Monarch said immediately. The man nodded weakly and told him everything.
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