The Bad Guys: Everyone, let’s revive the Tang Dynasty together!

Chapter 323: You are leaving, have you asked me?
Feng Xiang.

Under the waning moon in the night, there are no lights in the city. The eaves of the houses seem to be suspended in mid-air. The boundary between the sky and the earth is very blurred in the winter night, and there is an illusion that the waning moon is hanging above the head and can be touched with the hand.

Li Maozhen suddenly flew towards Xiao Yan and disappeared instantly without causing even the slightest ripple in the air.

The distance between the two of them, which was two streets away, was infinitely shortened on the plane between the eaves. Silently, Li Maozhen's fierce murderous aura had enveloped Xiao Yan on all sides. Until this moment, there were probably few people in the world who could tell where Li Maozhen was and where he would suddenly appear and deliver a fatal blow.

Xiao Yan seemed to be frightened. If there were others watching the fight, they might really feel the same way.

He adjusted his hat, and suddenly raised the knife with his hand that was on the hilt. When the long and narrow blade was unsheathed, there was almost only an elusive low humming sound, silently.

But the moment it was unsheathed, a ray of crystal light suddenly appeared in front of him, disappeared in a flash, and then in another instant, it formed an arc with Xiao Yan as the center.

Dazzling sword energy burst out in all directions, and those cold silk threads like knife blades drew twisted marks in the air, crisscrossing and disorderly on the horizontal plane suspended in mid-air, like an arc formed by countless blades, covering all directions, wanting to cut off everything in the night.

A wave finally appeared in the endless darkness, and Li Maozhen appeared only half a foot away from Xiao Yan. His palms flashing with purple light crushed the sword energy with ease. As he walked leisurely in the garden, a cold light flashed in his Danfeng eyes.

"Yes, that's it, that's it!"

Li Maozhen laughed without any mixed emotions, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice: "Xiao Yan, you really didn't let me wait in vain. You are indeed qualified to be my opponent!"

"Come on! The stronger you are, the more pleasure I will have in killing you!"

Amidst loud laughter, purple light left traces in the air. Li Maozhen put one hand behind his back and fought with Xiao Yan with just one palm. His figure flashed in the night. Every time he slapped the air, it would make a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The wisps of bloody smell and the extremely strange purple light in his palm intertwined with each other and spread out in all directions.

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with a deep and silent light under the moonlight, which swept back and forth on the eaves. He kept fighting with Li Maozhen with endless sword light. The distance between the two was always maintained between half a zhang and ten zhang. It seemed as if Li Maozhen was seeking a fight while Xiao Yan was avoiding it.

Suddenly, Li Maozhen suddenly landed on a roof, his eyes cold, he glanced back at the direction of the East City Gate which was gradually getting farther away, and stared at Xiao Yan unkindly: "Who are you stalling for?"

Xiao Yan smiled casually, took off his hat, brushed off the cold air on it, and then placed it at his feet. He raised his hands, slowly brushed his long hair back, tied it up, and smiled faintly: "Anyway, it's not you, Song Wentong, and at this moment, why do you have to ask even though you know the answer?"

"You really deserve to die!"

Li Maozhen was furious, his handsome face was a little hideous, but he would not lose his mind because of this. He stomped his foot heavily on the roof and was about to fly away to the east.

Xiao Yan had been estimating the time, thinking that the empress might not have entered the camp yet, so he laughed loudly, picked up the knife stuck in his side with his toes, and kicked Li Maozhen hard on the back. Then, his powerful aura was no longer concealed, and his momentum suddenly increased several times compared to the moment when there was no threat at all. His figure also disappeared from the spot in an instant, as if the remnant of the knife was instantly behind Li Maozhen.

"Brother Song, don't you want to be happy?"

Li Maozhen was shocked and angry, almost going crazy, but he just kept a serious face, turned around in the air, stretched out his hand to grab the tip of the Tang sword through the air, and the strong energy instantly attached to the spine of the sword to dissipate its power, and then he was going to use it for his own benefit.

But he missed.

Xiao Yan came like a shadow, grasped the hilt of the knife in an instant, shook the tip of the knife, suddenly dispersed the energy on the spine of the knife, and then swept it straight towards Li Maozhen's face.

Li Maozhen snorted coldly and fell backwards lightly. However, his figure suddenly flashed while falling. When he reappeared, he was inexplicably behind Xiao Yan. His big hand suddenly stretched out, and he was about to slap Xiao Yan's head to pieces.

The momentum was overwhelming, but Xiao Yan was neither anxious nor impatient. He twisted his wrist and held the knife behind his back to block the palm. At the same time, his body suddenly turned backwards at a strange angle. The knife in his hand was like a sword, and wisps of blade light rose up continuously. It was the nine moves of the Green Lotus Sword Song that he performed one by one.

Only a residual image of the sharp blade remained. A palm was blocked by the blade, and Li Maozhen did not react. He just had a blank expression on his face, still with one hand behind his back. His figure disappeared several times, and he retreated again and again along with the sword force. His two fingers stood upright in front of his body, with a strong energy coming out of them, just like a sword blade, comparing swordsmanship with Xiao Yan.

Neither of them showed any real skills, but the ten or so moves they made in a flash were already very dangerous in the eyes of ordinary warriors. The depth of their internal strength, their cunning body movements, their precise and fierce moves, there are probably only ten people in the world who can compare with them.

Li Maozhen was a little annoyed after all. He was in a hurry to leave the city and enter the camp, but he didn't have time to waste with Xiao Yan. Normally, he would be in the mood to have a fierce battle with Xiao Yan, but now Xiao Yan stopped him once and twice, which made him really angry.

As he retreated, the chill in Li Maozhen's phoenix eyes was enough to swallow a person. He clenched his hands, which had been behind his back, into fists, and thick green mist flowed out from between his fingers. He was ten feet away from Xiao Yan, and with a flash of his body, he suddenly appeared in front of the latter.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that Li Maozhen suddenly reached out and grasped the blade, as if using brute force to interrupt his increasingly difficult sword style.

In just a moment, the violent sword energy cut bloody marks on Li Maozhen's palms. However, Li Maozhen ignored it with a gloomy face, and suddenly punched out with his hands behind his back, pointing directly at the tip of the sword that was wrapped in the strong energy.

In an instant, Xiao Yan's heart tightened, and without saying a word, he instantly loosened his hand that was holding the hilt of the knife.

With a loud bang, Li Maozhen's fist just touched the tip of the sword, and Xiao Yan's Tang sword suddenly shattered, like a ball of snow fog that suddenly exploded, and was suddenly wrapped by a dark green mist, raging towards Xiao Yan.

Not to mention the unknown green voodoo, even the fragments of the blade contained in it were enough to kill a large number of second-rate masters on the spot. Xiao Yan's knife handle was released very quickly, but the hand holding the knife still received a huge force. However, he did not move at all. Without saying a word, he retreated more than ten feet in the air, stretched out his hand, and the bamboo hat in the distance was already in front of him.

Li Maozhen watched coldly as Xiao Yan slapped the hat away with his palm, using it as a medium to carry the internal energy to disperse the large group of voodoo. His mouth turned cold, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He clenched his left hand in the air with all his strength, and a spear tip visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Hey..."

The tip of the spear, composed of the internal energy, instantly pierced through the hat along with the internal energy that was shaped like a round shield around it, and then, with its momentum undiminished, it whistled straight towards Xiao Yan.

The strange voodoo was blocked by the bamboo hat. This tiny bit of room for maneuver was enough for Xiao Yan. He was about to dodge, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the panicked sounds of children and the elderly under the eaves.

Xiao Yan's eyes were determined and his expression finally became stern. Facing the fierce spear tip, he did not retreat but advanced instead, and his palms gathered murderous aura as thick as ink out of thin air.

In just a moment, the dazzling spear tip was already flying towards him, only three feet away. Even Xiao Yan felt a stinging sensation on his face.

The next moment, the spear tip that was flashing white light suddenly stopped.

Xiao Yan put his palms together and clamped the spear tip that was formed by Li Maozhen's internal force in the air. The rich evil spirit in his palms continued to leak out. Because it was too abundant, Xiao Yan had no intention of suppressing it at this moment. The moment he put his palms together, he broke the spear tip formed by the evil spirit in two as if cutting it in half.

At the same time, he lifted up his palm again, and it was as if negative energy filled the sky. The black energy that formed the palm print collided with the broken spear in the air. At the moment of contact, the broken spear suddenly broke apart. The evil energy that had formed had not yet gone away, and it knocked away the tail of the spear behind it in one breath, and rushed towards Li Maozhen with a roar.

Li Maozhen's eyes narrowed slightly, not because he was surprised by the amazing momentum of Xiao Yan's move, but because he was puzzled as to why Xiao Yan had to take this move when he had time to dodge.

He used 30% of his strength to smack away the palm print that had already been destroyed. He put his hands behind his back and finally realized something. He frowned and asked, "Nine Nether Mysterious Heaven Divine Art?"

At this point, the two had been fighting for half a quarter of an hour. Although the noise was not loud, the city had already been in an uproar. Under the eaves that they passed along the way, there were panicked sounds, mixed with the howling of children. It was very chaotic.

At this moment, the streets and alleys around the two of them were surrounded by guards from Prince Qi's palace holding torches.

At this moment, with flames flickering and swaying on all sides, the layers of eaves that seemed to be suspended in the air finally no longer had the illusion of being level with the sky. The guards of Prince Qi's mansion gathered in the streets, all calling out "Prince Qi" in panic, but how could everyone ignore Xiao Yan, who was across the street from Li Maozhen.

Although the tip of the spear that Li Maozhen had gathered with all his strength was broken by Xiao Yan, the evil spirit in his body was too abundant. Even though he tried to suppress it, it still continued to pour out from his body, causing his blue shirt to flutter in the wind, especially the sleeves of the hand behind his back. The evil spirit and strong energy were filled in them, surging like a raging fire, as if representing the will of its owner.

With just this sight, all the people gathered here were speechless. The scene suddenly fell silent. I don't know how many people were inexplicably impressed by the demeanor that the person in front of them unintentionally revealed.

The man hiding in Fengxiang and controlling everything is just as imposing as their King Qi!
Facing Li Maozhen's deep question, Xiao Yan did not answer. He looked at the staggering grandparents and grandchildren being hurriedly taken away by the couple next door, and then looked at the nearby residents being hastily moved away, then he smiled and said, "If Brother Song is not satisfied, I have a surprise."

Li Maozhen snorted coldly, clenched his fists behind his back, and stared at Xiao Yan. He ordered the hundreds of guards in the streets and alleys: "Surround and kill this man. After dawn, no matter if you live or die, I will reward you handsomely!"

The palace guards were equivalent to the death squads that Prince Qi's palace had kept for many years. Even though they knew that the person in front of them would be difficult to kill if everyone present died, they showed no fear and just responded to the orders one after another.

"Here!"

Li Maozhen finally had a bit of the spirit that a Qi King should have at this moment. These hundreds of good men were worthy of the title of palace guards. Although he was reluctant to let them go, he would treat it as a gift from Li Maozhen to Li Jiu. With a snort of laughter, Li Maozhen was about to get away.

But then he heard Xiao Yan suddenly speak calmly behind him.

"You're leaving, have you asked me?"

Li Maozhen turned his head suspiciously, looked at Xiao Yan for a moment, and was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he was about to rush out.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of rubble in the distance, and it was obvious that someone was running towards this side in a hurry. Li Maozhen looked coldly and saw two figures coming from the north, leaping up and down on the eaves. Judging from their figures, they were obviously two women.

One of them was holding something in his arms and was a little out of breath due to the rush. However, even when he saw Li Maozhen here, he did not hesitate. When he was one street away from Xiao Yan, he knew the situation was urgent and finally stopped running. Instead, he threw the thing in his arms far away.

"Your Majesty!"

Li Maozhen narrowed his phoenix eyes and felt a little cold in his heart. Those two women were Duo Wentian and Yang Yantian who were supposed to be imprisoned.

Seeing the object again, Xiao Yan took it with a smile. Although it was wrapped in black cloth, it could be seen that there was a long object inside.

Xiao Yan lifted the object horizontally and used his inner force to shatter the black cloth, revealing a one-handed sword with a red scabbard and a flat guard. The sword was more than three feet long, and the guard was a flat, round piece of blood-red jade. There were cloud patterns on the scabbard, and it looked quite handsome, yet it retained the dignity that a sword should have.

Nice sword.

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Xiao Yan gently held the hilt of the sword. Although it was not unsheathed, he could already sense the surge of sword intent on the sword. It seemed as if the sword was endowed with a spirit. There seemed to be faint hissing sounds coming from within it.

Li Maozhen's face instantly turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with hatred. He even lost his mind for a moment, and stood there in a daze with his fingers trembling slightly.

Without him.

The sword is named Zixiao, taken from the "Xiao" in the sword "Chixiao" worn by Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang. It was once the sword worn by Li Maozhen when he was the King of Qi. When he secretly escaped from the Twelve Caves, he gave this sword to the empress, symbolizing the shift of power in Qi.

But at this moment, the sword was actually in Xiao Yan's hand!
How could this be?

How can this be! ?
Duo Wentian and Yang Yantian, these two lowly maids! How dare you do this! How dare you do this!
Li Maozhen was so angry that his head felt dizzy. He pointed at Xiao Yan and growled with gritted teeth, suppressing his anger: "Kill him, kill him!"

The palace guards who were gathering in the streets were unaware of the inside story, but they could see that King Qi was furious. They had already taken out bows and crossbows, and without saying a word, they shot at Xiao Yan. A rain of arrows flew out, shining with a cold light, and rushed towards Xiao Yan.

Duowentian and Yangyantian were very anxious and wanted to rush over to help.

However, immediately, the two women were both startled, and then subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands, staggered back a step, and even immediately jumped off the roof.

However, Xiao Yan silently looked at the Purple Night Sword for a moment, and finally drew the sword out of its sheath. Every inch of the blood-red sword that came out of the sheath, the brighter it shone in the turbulent night, so dazzling that everyone who looked at that place seemed to be like the sun in the sky, and they subconsciously stepped back to cover their eyes.

Even Li Maozhen would have narrowed his eyes, but his face was a little ferocious due to anger, so he chose to open his eyes wide and look carefully at Xiao Yan from afar, as if he wanted to see him being pierced by hundreds of arrows, or as if he was looking at the sword in his hand.

Suddenly, the sword light spread from one inch to two inches. Li Maozhen actually felt his eyes become a little sore. He waited until the Purple Night Sword was fully unsheathed before he suddenly turned his head. His heart was shocked, and he felt as if he was going blind. He was also shocked that how could there be such a surging sword intent in the world.

At this moment, everyone on the street kept rubbing their eyes, but even if they closed their eyes, they still felt as if everything in their eyes was white, and they couldn't help feeling terrified.

The rain of arrows was already in front of him, but Xiao Yan remained unmoved and looked calm. He gently grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, and with the other hand, put two fingers together and gently wiped across the blood-red sword from left to right.

"Song Wentong!"

He laughed suddenly, clenched the hilt of the sword abruptly, and pointed it at Li Maozhen in the distance. In that instant, thousands of surging energy poured out instantly, like the splendid sun and the bright moon in the sky, surging in all directions like a tide, with a roaring momentum, like thunder.

"You're leaving, have you asked me?!"

This sword goes.

All sounds are silent.

No one answered.

The sword energy filled the sky, raging across half of the city. From the tip of the sword forward, a vacuum zone instantly formed.

Xiao Yan's clothes fluttered in the wind, and all the arrows around him had been scattered. His eyes were arrogant and shining, he held a sword in his hand, and there was no one behind him.

There is no one in front of me.

Where is Song Wentong and where is Li Maozhen? On this surface suspended in the air, on a horizontal plane that seems to be level with the sky in the night, there is only Xiao Yan, only Xiao Yan.

All the flames in the surroundings had already been extinguished, and the guards on the streets were all stunned. The sky and the earth were silent again.

"Uh……"

In the distance, at the very end of the long street, a man with disheveled hair fell to the ground, his back slightly shaking, perhaps vomiting blood. A pool of blood soaked the robe in front of his body. The royal robe had been torn into a big hole, and there was still bloodstains in it.

Li Maozhen raised his head, his handsome face with disheveled hair was actually smiling foolishly, his fingers clenched the ground, he coughed up blood and made sounds.

"Qi Jing, Qi Jing... You're right, it's really a pleasant surprise..."

“It’s so satisfying, it’s really so satisfying!!”

Li Maozhen almost roared in anger at the last sentence. He finally threw away all his rationality, gathered his strength and stepped forward. The stone slab under his feet instantly shattered into pieces, and he slammed into the figure that was independent of the world.

"Come again! Come again!"

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Fengxiang North.

Gong Yang was holding a tied-up figure on his left, sitting under the dark eaves, looking at the sound that seemed to be the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth from afar. He was amazed and patted the head of the person next to him.

"You are unlucky. You don't have the chance to be entertained by the Lord himself."

The fake Li stammered, but after a while, his face was still pale.

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Outside the city, the Qi army camp was already facing a formidable enemy. All camps had been dispatched, torches were lit everywhere, and thousands of knights rushed out of the camp amid the neighing of horses' hooves.

The empress tightly grasped the reins, looked up at the direction of the city where she could not see but could hear the sound of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking. She had mixed feelings and remained silent.

Behind her, the generals were silent and worried.

(End of this chapter)