Chapter 353

Gao Anyu was stunned, and then reacted abruptly.

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

"He 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 thin-as-cicada-wing human skin mask and throwing it on the ground. He shook his hands, and several cold lights popped out of his cuffs.

Those were several bent pieces of metal, with rings, and sharp hook blades flashing with cold light at the tips. As he shook his hands, they snapped onto his five fingers, extending five sharp claws from the tips of his fingers.

It was exactly the weapon that An Ziyang, as the deputy sect leader of the Tang Men, had personally tailored for Wang Hai by the mechanism experts in the sect.

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

And behind Gao Anyu, screams and moans rang out at the same time.

"What is that! Bugs, bugs!"

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

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

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

Gao Anyu scanned past, and that middle-aged peak expert was surrounded by a dense layer of flying insects, rushing left and right, but was unable to shake them off for a while.

Wang Hai had already killed his way out several zhang in the crowd.

Gao Anyu and Gu Feixuan looked at each other, 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 a circle in the air, circling Wang Ziyi's arm within it; Wang Ziyi naturally couldn't let her restrain him like this, slapped away the long sword Zheng Yi stabbed, and exchanged several blows with Zheng Yi with his left palm, a burst of explosions ringing in the air!

Both were in the Two-Path Realm, and neither had their strength reduced by the "Five Decays of Heaven and Man," and even the cultivation realms they had achieved were the general "Sumeru" and "Jiezi."

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

But right now, Zheng Yi was firmly occupying the upper hand.

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

The realm was not unusual, and the moves were round and smooth, but Zheng Yi always felt that when the other party made a move, his grasp of distance was not precise, the landing points were drifting, and sometimes they would even be off by several inches.

For a Heaven-Man who had achieved "Jiezi," this was a problem that shouldn't and couldn't exist.

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

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

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

What had been changed was not just his appearance, but also his body.

Life-and-death struggle, fighting for a single line. The fighting between Heaven-Men was far beyond ordinary, and in an instant, they could exchange several moves; relying on experience and thinking was too late, and they could only rely on moves etched into their bones to face the enemy.

And Wang Ziyi's height, arm length, waist circumference, and pace had all been brutally changed into the appearance of people from Yingzhou and Penglai. If he had spent several years polishing and familiarizing himself, perhaps he would be stronger than before.

But right now, he was full of flaws!

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

Bang!

A muffled sound, Wang Ziyi frowned.

His arm was raised too high!

Zheng Yi took advantage of the situation to punch his elbow, and taking advantage of this instant, her single arm suddenly drilled under his armpit—slapping Wang Ziyi's left rib with a palm!

Crack!

Wang Ziyi hadn't achieved "Vajra"!

Zheng Yi's palm was premeditated and accumulated, directly breaking several of his left ribs! The broken bones pierced his lungs, excruciating pain attacked his brain, and Wang Ziyi's body stalled!

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 had no intention of letting him go, pressed forward, took advantage of his illness to kill him, and her long sword danced into a ball of impenetrable silver light in mid-air, enclosing Wang Ziyi within it!

Blood splashed wildly, flesh and blood fell!

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

Zheng Yi flicked away Wang Ziyi's only remaining arm with her sword, lifted her leg, and gave a positive kick, printing it on his chest!

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.

Adjusting her breath for a while, she raised her hand to point at several places on her body, secretly channeling healing techniques to close the several wounds on her body.

Shaking the sword body, she flicked the blood onto the ground, and looked up toward the main room.

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

But that figure didn't have the slightest movement.

He didn't speak, nor did he have any intention of coming out to help Wang Ziyi. Instead, he picked up the book again and continued to read by the light.

And until Wang Ziyi was beheaded by Zheng Yi, he didn't let out a cry for help, and even before he died, Zheng Yi didn't feel that he had any hatred for her.

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 at stake, he had no intention of bothering the person in the room to save him.

It was simply like... a death soldier.

You know, when Wang Ziyi was at the Imperial Mausoleum, he betrayed the court without hesitation. What kind of methods did the person in the room use to make this kind of unruly demon willing to sacrifice his life?

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

At a distance of one zhang, she stopped.

The situation where the gravel disappeared eerily just now was still fresh in Zheng Yi's mind. No matter what method the other party used, rushing in rashly was a bad strategy.

But this didn't mean she had no way.

Zheng Yi held her sword horizontally before her eyes, true energy flowed out slowly, plating the sword body with a layer of hazy light. The sharp momentum on her body slowly tightened, but didn't disappear, instead accumulating like a volcano.

And then erupted!

Boom!

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

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

I'll tear down the house for you, let's see how you play god and ghost!

Boom!

The entire main room collapsed with a bang, dust rose, obscuring the vision.

Zheng Yi swept her palm horizontally, dispersing the dust, and cast her gaze toward the location of that figure—her pupils shrank!

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

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 on the table, the person lifted his robe, walked down from the bed slowly, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Zheng Yi with a smile.

Zheng Yi frowned and said coldly.

"Are you that so-called Immortal Master Zheng? Are you a person 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, thereby roughly judging the other party's strength.

But she didn't expect the person's mouth to hook up, slowly spitting out an answer that Zheng Yi didn't expect, and even made her hair stand on end.

"Immortal Master is just Mr. Wang's joke, and if we talk about background, I am from Yingzhou. As for the name—"

He looked at Zheng Yi and said with a smile.

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

(End of chapter)