The Magician of Cultivation

Right in front of the carriage, Liu Hanfeng and Nan Yanwu were riding side by side.

Liu Hanfeng's handsome and resolute face was filled with anger and cold murderous intent.

He squeezed out a roar from between his teeth, "Damn it, that damn demon, slaughtering innocent lives, I must kill him."

"Han Feng, calm down," Nan Yanwu looked up at him with an equally unhappy expression.

He glanced at the carriage behind him and glared at Liu Hanfeng, "You are already an adult. When you encounter problems, think more about Sister Xiang'er. Your child is about to be born."

Liu Hanfeng's eyes were complicated, with tenderness, expectation, compassion and unwillingness in them.

"But, Brother Wu..."

Nan Yanwu shook his head and sighed, "He is too strong. A sorcerer at the peak of the great magician level is not something we can contend with."

"I have arranged for someone to report this matter to the Xueyan Kingdom's Church branch, and they will send someone to handle it."

"But I wonder how long it will take for the Vatican to send someone over?"

Liu Hanfeng pointed at the corpses on both sides of the street, his eyes bloodshot, and roared: "We can wait, but these people can't!"

"Stop talking, I don't allow you to go," Nan Yanwu shouted sternly.

Then he softened his tone and sighed deeply, "Han Feng, think about your sister-in-law and the children. What will happen to them if something happens to you? Don't mention this matter again in the future."

As Nan Yanwu spoke, he rode his horse to the front of the team and said, "Go at full speed, and make sure we get to Liaocheng before dark."

"Yes"

Everyone responded loudly, and the team's forward speed suddenly increased.

......................

That night, at the Blood Rose base.

Nan Yanwu stood quietly under the eaves with his hands behind his back, staring at the bright full moon in the sky, lost in thought.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Calculating the time, Han Feng's child will be born in the next two days."

"Lao Nan," a deep and hoarse voice came, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.

He turned around, looked at the middle-aged man who was striding towards him, and asked softly, "Chao Ping, how are the arrangements?"

"Lao Nan, everyone has gathered outside the city."

The middle-aged man called Chao Ping smiled bitterly upon hearing this, "But, you really didn't tell Brother Han Feng? If he knew, he would definitely be very angry."

"Let's go," Nan Yanwu sighed, "Han Feng's child is about to be born, and he should be with Sister Xiang'er at this time."

He walked outside first, and when he was almost at the door, he couldn't help but look back.

The bright and soft moonlight falls on the earth.

Under the quiet night sky, Nan Yanwu vaguely saw that in Liu Hanfeng's room on the second floor, there was a figure standing quietly in front of the windowsill, looking in his direction.

"Han Feng, take care."

"Take care, Brother Wu."

Two figures, separated by the windowsill and the moonlight, silently recited in their hearts at the same time.

The screen switches very quickly.

Under the night sky, the dark palace looked like a terrifying beast crawling on the ground, opening its bloody mouth and waiting for its prey to enter.

Right in front of the palace, thousands of members of the Blood Rose Mercenary Group stood quietly.

The moonlight shone on their faces, giving off a sacred glow.

Their eyes looked so clear and bright in the moonlight, their gazes firm and fearless.

Nan Yanwu rode his horse and slowly walked forward from the back of the team.

Every time he passed a row, he would stop and stare deeply at each face, as if he wanted to engrave each person's appearance into his mind.

“There are always things that need to be done; there are always people who need to make sacrifices.”

"For our families, our friends, and the people of our kingdom, no longer to be slaughtered like pigs and dogs."

Nan Yanwu took a deep breath and shouted, "For the faith in our hearts, we firmly believe that justice will prevail over evil."

His voice became louder and louder, "Brothers, tell me loudly now, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid"

"Not afraid"

The uniform voice echoed throughout the world for a long time.

Nan Yanwu drew the sword from his waist, and with the help of his fighting spirit, the sword emitted a sword light about one foot long.

He raised his sword and pointed it in the direction of the palace. He used all his strength and roared, "Attack, kill that demon."

"kill"

"kill"

"kill"

The war horses neighed and the Blood Rose Mercenary Group roared with an overwhelming force.

Nan Yanwu urged his horse to charge forward fearlessly.

Behind him, more than a thousand fighters, with fighting spirit flying everywhere, followed him without hesitation and rushed into the dark palace.

The battle started instantly.

Inside the palace, tens of thousands of ghost mantises were awakened.

They either escaped into the dark space or turned into swift lightning, and the double swords with cold light kept attacking everyone.

Lightning raged, swords roared, and blood and flesh flew.

The bodies of the mercenary members were torn apart, their limbs and heads were chopped off, and their organs were scattered all over the ground.

In just one encounter, they suffered heavy losses, with no less than a hundred people being slaughtered.

But no one retreated.

If your hands are cut off, kick with your feet. If both your hands and feet are cut off, bite with your teeth or butt with your head.

Everyone was like mad beasts, fighting with the cold-blooded and ruthless dark killer.

The casualties continue to increase.

Nan Yanwu was killing madly, and red energy covered his body and sword.

The fourth-level enchanted weapon in his hand turned into an afterimage, constantly piercing the head of the ghost mantis beside him.

When the sword was drawn out, the emerald green blood spurted out of his head, mixed with the blood of his comrades, soaking his entire body.

"Rush in"

Nan Yanwu's eyes were red and he roared loudly.

"Rush in"

"Let's go, let's go..."

"Old Three, you guys go first, I'll cover you..."

"Brother, brother!"

Comrades kept dying around them, and their hot blood could not warm their cold hearts.

The team continued to go deeper into the palace, and soon crossed the wall and arrived at another palace.

call

After they entered the palace, the ghost mantis stopped attacking and retreated back into the dark space.

Five skeletons whose bones looked like they were made of gold appeared in front of everyone.

"Where are Chao Ping, Lu Ning, and Jiang Tong?"

Nan Yanwu shouted.

"exist"

"Come with me and kill them."

"Yes"

The four great warriors of the Blood Rose Mercenary Group attacked the golden skull with all their might. At the same time, the other members also formed battle formations to resist the enemy.

The battle begins again.

The surging fighting spirit opened and closed, the broadsword and the bone knife kept colliding, the earth cracked, and the palace shook.

Can't stop it.

Soon, Nan Yanwu discovered sadly that they could not stop him.

The Golden Skeleton was too fast and didn't even fight them head-on.

The members of the Blood Rose had their heads chopped off repeatedly by the Golden Skull's bone knife.

"what……"

Nan Yanwu roared to the sky and cursed in pain, "Stop, fight me if you dare."

But no skeleton paid any attention to him and continued to reap the lives of the mercenary members.