Chapter 417

"Are you still okay!"

An Ziyang reached out and threw the last handful of poison needles, shooting down the Jianghu people who had chased to his side, and asked urgently.

"I can!"

Mei Qinghe pierced a head with one sword, kicked the chest of the corpse, pulled out the long sword, and said while panting.

She had already come down from An Ziyang's back and was fighting alongside him.

The two had been circling for an hour.

The hidden weapons, mechanisms, and Gu insects An Ziyang carried were exhausted, Mei Qinghe's long sword was made of extraordinary material and could still be used, but the edge had been worn down by bones and fascia and was not as sharp as before, and it was becoming more and more laborious to hack and slash.

But they had no chance to rest.

"They've caught up! Go!"

An Ziyang glanced at the Jianghu people who had jumped onto the roof, shouted, and pulled his hand.

"Ah! —"

A string of wails, the Jianghu people's figures suddenly dropped a head, more than a dozen severed legs were neatly placed on the eaves, more than a dozen people fell and sat on the roof, crawling around.

An Ziyang raised his hand to retract the silk threads and jumped down from the eaves with Mei Qinghe.

The next moment, dozens more people jumped onto the roof.

"Where did they go!"

A man with a severed leg endured the severe pain and pointed.

"That side... Brother Zhou, save me."

"Next time for sure."

The crowd roared away.

An Ziyang curled his lips in front.

"Before, we could disperse some manpower, now they don't even bother to do surface work... Sister Mei, we'll be caught up in another incense stick of time."

Mei Qinghe shook her head.

"Faster than that."

She pointed to the side.

An Ziyang turned his head to look.

On the roof more than ten feet away from them, a monk was watching them.

Heaven-Man, Liaoxing.

An Ziyang tsked.

"Seeing Qiao Cailian dead, he doesn't dare to come forward, letting other Jianghu people wear us down, waiting to sit and reap the fisherman's profit?"

"My hidden weapons are gone, and your true energy has been consumed quite a bit. He appeared in front of us to exert pressure... I guess he will soon be unable to hold back from making a move."

Mei Qinghe hmm-ed and stabbed her sword into the ground.

"Ah!"

Blood splattered, and the Jianghu person hiding in the pile of debris screamed and fell softly to the ground.

The two jumped onto the roof.

Borrowing this extremely short instant, An Ziyang scanned behind him.

The Jianghu people had been gathered together.

"Almost there."

Mei Qinghe frowned and said.

"Should we gather more... the Jianghu people in the capital gathered now are probably only thirty or forty percent, if we drag it out for another half an hour, we should be able to catch them all in one net."

"I can strike one sword, and let Liaoxing be wary for a while."

An Ziyang shook his head.

"Can't seek perfection."

"We—"

Before the words fell, a loud noise exploded in the distance, attracting An Ziyang's attention.

He frowned.

"Heaven-Man fight... I'll take a look."

An Ziyang took out a long tube from his bosom, pulled it, raised it to his eyes, and looked carefully in the direction of the loud noise.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

"Guard Commander!"

"The one who was hit flying is... Zheng Anqi Sheng!"

"They are also coming toward Wang Gongchang!"

Mei Qinghe's eyes also widened.

An Ziyang put down the telescope and slapped his thigh.

"Perfect!"

"The setup at Wang Gongchang was prepared for Zheng Anqi Sheng, now it's perfect! The Guard Commander must have seen our situation and deliberately brought Zheng Anqi Sheng over!"

"Unintentionally planting willows, willows shade, it's all complete now!"

An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe looked at each other, both their eyes showing a trace of surprise.

"How much longer until the Guard Commander comes over?"

"About the time of a cup of tea! Just enough for us to lead these Jianghu people over!"

The two no longer had the slightest hesitation and dashed toward Wang Gongchang at full speed.

And in Wang Gongchang, the fight between the old Wudang Daoist and the fake Li Miao was also nearing its end.

But the situation was a bit bizarre.

On the large square, the two stood opposite each other.

The old Daoist closed his eyes.

The fake Li Miao was glaring with anger, but his gaze had no focus, as if he had lost his mind. His facial muscles twitched from time to time, like sleepwalking, his lips moved, spitting out broken words.

"Innate lead... you, Jizhao... lead Zhou Tian..."

"Transform me into... " "You cannot kill... if I die, Zheng Anqi Sheng will..."

The old Daoist opened his eyes abruptly.

"Will what?"

The fake Li Miao muttered.

"Will... more..."

The next moment, his words became hoarse and calm abruptly.

"Innate lead Zhou Tian transform Zhou Tian's change me into king, Innate lead Zhou Tian transform Zhou Tian's change me into king..."

The old Daoist was silent.

His self-realized Jizhao was not complete; if not for Wudang's deep inheritance, he could not have influenced a Heaven-Man of the same realm relying on this incomplete Jizhao.

This Jizhao of his only had the form, even he couldn't control it, it was more like dragging others into a dream. Once entered, even he found it difficult to wake them up.

"He died, Zheng Anqi Sheng will more?"

"More what... stronger? More perfect?"

"Earlier Lord Li said Zheng Anqi Sheng's state was abnormal, could it be related to this?"

The old Daoist stepped forward and patted the fake Li Miao's forehead with a palm. With a muffled sound, the forehead collapsed, and the fake Li Miao fell to the ground with a bang, twitched a few times, and lost his breath.

The old Daoist reached out to pick up the corpse, intending to go to the imperial palace to tell Li Miao what he had seen tonight.

But he didn't want a shout to come from far away.

"Daoist~~ are you done yet~~~"

The sound came from far to near, the next moment, An Ziyang rushed into the square holding his head.

Mei Qinghe rolled in afterward, stood up and used a "Swallow Returns to the Morning Sun," stabbing the Jianghu person chasing behind her to death. But she didn't dare to stay for a moment, turned around and ran toward the old Daoist.

The old Daoist frowned at them.

First confused... and then his eyes widened abruptly.

The crowd, poured in.

Hundreds of Jianghu people, following closely behind An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe, rushed into the square like crazy.

An Ziyang had already rushed in front of the old Daoist.

"Daoist, don't ask why, don't ask what the situation is, just tell me if you can suppress these people?"

The old Daoist was shocked!

Yes, Wudang was prepared to cooperate with Li Miao, but it had to be a process, right?

Just with this glance, the old Daoist found more than a dozen familiar faces, all important figures of major sects in the Jianghu, all rushing over with red eyes.

Whether he could suppress them or not... after suppressing them, could Wudang still mix in the Jianghu?

The old Daoist was stunned for a moment, just about to open his mouth to answer.

A scream suddenly rang out from the rushing crowd.

"Look! Who is the old Daoist holding in his hand!"

Hundreds of gazes gathered together.

"F↓ck↑?"

"F↓ck↓!"

"F→... ck→..."

The messy footsteps gradually stopped.

The crowd looked blankly at the old Daoist and the corpse in his hand.

"Li... Miao?"

"Li Miao, dead?"

"Li Miao, killed by someone!"

The crowd gradually became restless.

"Li Miao is dead... does that mean we have no future troubles?"

Someone widened his eyes and said hesitantly.

"Seems... so..."

Someone muttered with his mouth open.

"Exactly! No one can stop us today! No more Embroidered Uniform Guards! As long as we get the Xuanlan cultivation method, we won't have to worry about Li Miao coming to our door in the future!"

Someone was excited, then raised his weapon and killed toward An Ziyang.

"Hand over the Xuanlan cultivation method!"

The crowd surged and rolled toward the three of An Ziyang.

An Ziyang dragged Mei Qinghe and hid behind the old Daoist in a flash.

The old Daoist sucked his teeth.

The crowd forced their way to his eyes, and he sighed slowly.

The weapon had reached the tip of his nose, and there was no room for hesitation.

The old Daoist raised his hand, about to punch.

At this moment!

Boom!!!!

In the crowd, a huge blood-colored firework flew up abruptly!

More than a dozen people were rolled by the wind pressure and blown away!

The loud noise exploded in the next instant, the eardrums of dozens of people in the center of the crowd were instantly shattered, they suddenly lost their balance, and brought down a piece.

The Jianghu people who killed in front of the old Daoist were startled, their force loosened, and the long knife slid past the tip of the old Daoist's nose.

He widened his eyes and looked back.

He saw a withered and shriveled figure in the middle of the crowd, slowly standing up.

"Who is this..."

He was puzzled for a moment, about to look carefully.

The next instant, another loud noise exploded!

A familiar figure smashed to the ground from mid-air!

He focused his gaze, identified it carefully, and his mouth slowly widened.

"Li... Miao?"

(End of chapter)