Chapter 315

Gao Anyu was stunned, and then suddenly reacted.

"This guard is disguised by Li Uncle's subordinate!"

"Heard the movement at the Embroidered Uniform Guard Yamen and came specifically to meet me!"

Sure enough, the guard reached out and tore at his face, tearing off a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing and throwing it to the ground. With a shake of his hands, several cold lights popped out from his sleeves.

Those were several bent metals, with rings on them, and sharp hook blades extending from the top. As he shook his hands, they snapped together perfectly on his five fingers, extending five sharp claws from the tips of his fingers.

It was the weapon that An Ziyang, as the deputy leader of the Tang Men, abused his power to find the mechanism experts in the sect to tailor-make for Wang Hai.

Wang Hai turned around and slashed a rain of blood among the caught-off-guard guards!

And behind Gao Anyu, screams and wails also sounded at the same time.

"What is this! Bugs, bugs!"

"Don't come over, cough, cough, cough—"

"Don't open your mouth! Cover your mouth and nose!"

"Poison! Be... careful..."

Gao Anyu scanned it, the middle-aged peak expert was surrounded by a pitch-black swarm of flying insects, rushing left and right, but couldn't get rid of them for a while.

Wang Hai had already killed several feet in the crowd.

Gao Anyu looked at Gu Feixuan, and the two flashed along the path opened by Wang Hai, rushing out together.

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Zheng Yi turned her left hand in the air, circling Wang Ziyi's arm, Wang Ziyi naturally couldn't let her restrain him, slapped away the long sword Zheng Yi stabbed, and exchanged several moves with Zheng Yi with her left palm, exploding in the air!

Both were in the realm of the two paths, and neither had their strength reduced by the "Five Decays of Heaven and Man," and even the realm they achieved was the general "Sumeru" and "Atom."

Sumeru internal energy was endless, if it were on a normal day, the two would probably have to fight until dawn to decide the winner.

But at this moment, Zheng Yi firmly occupied the upper hand.

Because she discovered that Wang Ziyi's state was wrong.

The realm had no abnormalities, and the moves were also round and smooth, but Zheng Yi always felt that when he made moves, his grasp of distance was not precise, the landing points were erratic, and sometimes they would even be off by several inches.

For a heavenly being who had achieved "Atom," this was a problem that shouldn't and couldn't exist.

After fighting for a while, Zheng Yi deliberately tested several times, and finally discovered the clue—Wang Ziyi was not familiar with his own body.

People from Yingzhou and Penglai were extremely tall. Li Miao's height and arm length could be said to be standing out from the crowd in Dashuo, and there were few people who could look at him levelly.

Wang Ziyi's height was almost exactly the same as Li Miao's.

What was changed was not just his appearance, but his body.

Life and death struggle, fighting for a line. The struggle between heavenly beings far exceeded the ordinary, and they could make several moves in an instant, relying on experience and thinking was too late, they could only rely on the moves engraved in the bone marrow to fight the enemy.

And Wang Ziyi's height, arm length, waist circumference, and pace had all been roughly changed into the appearance of Yingzhou and Penglai people, if he had spent several years grinding and familiarizing himself, he might be stronger than before.

But at this moment, it was full of flaws!

Two arms constantly clashed in mid-air, using grappling techniques to fight each other. Wang Ziyi raised his arm to block, Zheng Yi split her fingers into claws and hooked toward his elbow joint!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wang Ziyi frowned.

His arm was raised too high!

Zheng Yi took advantage of the situation and punched his elbow, taking advantage of this instant, her single arm suddenly drilled into his armpit—and slapped Wang Ziyi's left rib!

Snap!

Wang Ziyi hadn't achieved "Vajra"!

Zheng Yi's palm was premeditated and accumulated, directly breaking several ribs on his left rib! The broken bone inserted into the lung, severe pain hit the brain, Wang Ziyi's figure stagnated!

Zheng Yi slashed down with her sword!

Thud.

The severed arm fell to the ground, Wang Ziyi raised his hand to cover his bare shoulder, and retreated rapidly!

Zheng Yi didn't mean to spare him at all, bullied herself up, took advantage of his illness to kill him, and the long sword danced into a dense silver light in mid-air, enclosing Wang Ziyi in it!

Blood gushing, flesh falling!

In the courtyard of ten feet square, the flying blood was shaken out by the long sword, sprinkling in all directions, the long lines composed of blood outlined dozens of scarlet patterns in the courtyard!

Zheng Yi raised her sword to push away Wang Ziyi's only remaining arm, raised her leg and gave a forward kick, printing on his heart!

Boom!

Wang Ziyi flew backward like a cannonball, spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, smashed through the wall, and fell into the side room.

Zheng Yi flashed and chased in.

After a while, Zheng Yi walked out with her sword.

Adjusted her breath for a while, raised her hand to point several times on her body, secretly operated the healing technique, and closed the several wounds on her body.

Shook the sword body, shook the blood water to the ground, and looked up at the main room.

Her fight with Wang Ziyi had plowed through the entire courtyard, the blue stone slabs laid on the ground were shattered, and Wang Ziyi's blood was sprinkled all over the courtyard, and even several blood lines shaken out by the long sword climbed onto the windows of the main room.

But that human figure had no movement at all.

Neither spoke nor came out to help Wang Ziyi. Instead, he picked up the book scroll again and continued to read by the lamp light.

And Wang Ziyi didn't make a cry for help until he was beheaded by Zheng Yi, and even before he died, Zheng Yi didn't feel any hatred from him.

It was as if he was just as the person in the room said, coming to "welcome a distinguished guest." And even if his life was not guaranteed, he didn't have the intention to bother the person in the room to save him.

It was simply like... a dead soldier.

You know, Wang Ziyi betrayed the imperial court without hesitation at the Imperial Mausoleum. What kind of means did the person in the room use to make these unruly demons willing to sacrifice their lives?

Zheng Yi gripped the hilt of the sword and walked closer.

At a distance of one foot, she stopped.

The situation where the rubble disappeared strangely, Zheng Yi still had fresh memories. No matter what means the other party used, rushing in rashly was the worst strategy.

But this didn't mean she had no way.

Zheng Yi held her sword horizontally in front of her eyes, internal energy flowed out slowly, plating the sword body with a hazy light and shadow. The fierce momentum on her body slowly tightened, but didn't disappear, but accumulated like a volcano.

And then erupted!

Boom!

The long sword swept horizontally, internal energy condensed into a sharp white line in mid-air, enclosing the entire main room!

I won't go in, but I can force you out!

I'll tear down the house for you, let's see how you pretend to be a ghost!

Boom!

The entire main room collapsed, smoke and dust rose, covering the line of sight.

Zheng Yi swept her palm horizontally, dispersing the smoke and dust, and cast her gaze on the position of that human figure—her pupils shrank!

The house collapsed, but the bed where the person sat was undamaged.

Smoke and dust rose, but the person's surroundings were spotless.

Just as she guessed, it was a face exactly the same as Li Miao's, looking at her kindly.

The slender hand put the book scroll on the table, the person lifted his robe, walked down the bed slowly, stood still with his hands behind his back, and looked at Zheng Yi with a smile.

Zheng Yi frowned and said coldly.

"Are you that Zheng Immortal Master? Are you from Yingzhou, or from Penglai?"

"What is your name?"

Her intention was to judge whether it was "main family" or "outer sect" from the other party's name, so as to roughly judge the other party's strength.

But she didn't want that person to hook the corners of his mouth, and slowly spit out an answer that Zheng Yi didn't expect, and even made her hair stand on end.

"Immortal Master is just a joke of Mr. Wang, and if it comes to origin, I am from Yingzhou. As for the name—"

He looked at Zheng Yi and said with a smile.

"Zheng Anqi, has been waiting for the distinguished guest for a long time."