A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Concubine Wan looked solemn, her eyebrows knitted tightly, and she said in a stern voice: "Let's all use our abilities to protect Xiao Sizhe and Yan'er! Shui Qinglian, prepare your fatal burning water!"

"Yes!" Shui Qinglian looked determined, pursed her lips tightly, and quickly clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand. The carvings on the porcelain bottle flickered faintly in the sunlight. She was ready to attack at any time.

Everyone knew that success or failure depended on this one move. At this moment, the air seemed to be filled with the tense smell of gunpowder, which made people's heartbeats speed up involuntarily. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming a series of mottled light and shadows, but it could not dispel the tense atmosphere.

Han Mingguang came hurriedly with a bunch of arrows on his back, followed by many archers. Han Mingguang's forehead was slightly sweaty, and the sweat was crystal clear in the sun. His eyes revealed determination, and he shouted: "Let's help too!"

The archers all looked solemn, pulling their bowstrings to their full length, the sound of the taut bowstrings seemed to tell of their determination. Then Han Mingguang surrounded the Imperial Master and started shooting. The arrows shot at the Imperial Master like locusts, although they didn't have much effect, but even if they just tickled him and distracted him, they still did their part.

The rain of arrows flew through the air, making a whizzing sound, which made the tense atmosphere even more intense. Some arrows hit the ground, raising a small amount of dust; some arrows hit the trees, causing leaves to fall.

Little Si Zha was like an agile bird, tapping the ground with his toes, and in a flash, he flew to the front of the national teacher. The national teacher raised his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer, which was full of disdain and arrogance, "Where did you come from, you dare to seek death!"

After saying that, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped. The wind was howling, and this slap had great power, as if it could tear the air apart. Xiao Sizhe was not afraid at all, and a determined light flashed in his eyes. He shouted: "Mountain Axe!" The Qingfeng sword in his hand chopped with a sharp force. The cold light on the sword flickered in the sun, like a flash of lightning.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of impact echoed in the air, and the national teacher only felt that the finger he was using to block went numb.

He was slightly surprised, he didn't expect this little bastard to have some brute force. With the force of the chopping, Xiao Sizhe instantly bounced up, his figure was as light as a swallow, and he flipped in the air and landed on the head of the national teacher.

He quickly took out the sheepskin bag and shot it at the Imperial Master's eyes. At this moment, the airflow around him seemed to be affected by Xiao Sizhe's movements, forming small vortices. Xiao Sizhe's hair fluttered in the wind, and he stared at the Imperial Master closely, not daring to relax at all.

The rest of the people attacked from all directions to distract the national teacher. Some wielded long swords, and the sword flowers flickered like stars blooming in the darkness; some used their fists and feet, and each punch and kick was accompanied by a whirring sound.

The noise and shouts of the battle intertwined, making the whole scene as hot and tense as boiling water. The sweat of a warrior slid down his cheek, dripped onto the ground, and was instantly absorbed by the dry land.

Sikong Yan flew to the ear of the national teacher like a flash of lightning. The Qingfeng sword in his hand flashed, and with one move he swept through the army. With a "swish", he cut off half of the national teacher's ear.

It turned out that the ears had no defense, and blood gushed out instantly. The blood was dazzling red and looked particularly hideous in the sun. Sikong Yan's eyes were cold and there was no mercy at all. At this time, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made people's nerves even more tense.

"Ah!" The Imperial Master felt a pain, and the hand covering his eyes swept over his ears. Sikong Yan also used a mountain-splitting axe to chop at his sweeping fingers, and with the force, he instantly fell to his back.

He was agile and his movements were smooth and flowing. The corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind like a battle flag.

The Imperial Master felt pain in his fingers, so he quickly retracted them and reached for the top of his head. Xiao Sizhe was already above his eyebrows, and with a "whoosh" the sheepskin bag broke open, and the chili soup inside poured out and flowed down along his eyebrows.

The Imperial Master's hand was originally intended to grab Xiao Sizhe, but the chili soup flowed into his eyes, causing him to scream in pain. He instinctively wiped his eyes with his hands, but the more he wiped, the more painful it became!

"Wow, you little bastard put chili water again, I'm going to kill you!" The national teacher's face was ferocious, his eyes were red, and he jumped up in pain.

The ground was shaken with smoke and dust, which was so thick that it blurred people's vision. At this time, the earth seemed to be shaking, and the surrounding trees were also shaken by the anger of the national teacher, and the leaves fell one after another. A leaf slowly fell to the ground, as if it was also sighing for this fierce battle.

Shui Qinglian was holding a lot of porcelain bottles in her hands, and flew towards the Imperial Master like a white butterfly. His eyes were determined, and there was no fear on his face.

The Imperial Master saw a white shadow flying towards him from the corner of his eye. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Shui Qinglian. "Death, traitor!"

Seeing this, Xiao Sizhe quickly turned over, rolling from the top of the national teacher's head to above the other eye. He turned the Qingfeng sword in his hand, his eyes revealed a decisive look, and stabbed it down! At the same time, Sikong Yan had already flown above the national teacher's head. He bent his legs slightly, then suddenly exerted force, and with a thousand-pound fall, the Qingfeng sword sank into the national teacher's Tianling acupoint...

"Ah!" The earth-shattering screams shook the world as if it was about to be destroyed. At this moment, the sky seemed to be shaken by the screams, dark clouds rolled, and the wind blew violently. A flying bird was startled by the screams and flew away with its wings flapping.

Emperor Yuxuan was concentrating on practicing the third secret of immortality on the dragon bed, when suddenly a huge vibration shook him off the bed.

Emperor Yuxuan's face changed drastically and he said in panic: "What's going on? Is it an earthquake?" His eyes were full of confusion and fear, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Emperor Yuxuan was half-kneeling on the edge of the bed, holding his head tightly with both hands, looking upwards with eyes full of fear and confusion.

His body was trembling slightly, like a frightened rabbit. He waited for a long time but nothing happened. The surroundings were dead silent, with only his rapid breathing echoing in the air.

At this moment, the heavy palace door slowly opened, making a dull sound. Eunuch Xiaoyi walked in cautiously, his footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid to disturb the strange silence.

Eunuch Xiaoyi hunched his body slightly, with a worried look on his face. He said softly, "Your Majesty, it might have been an earthquake just now. It shouldn't be over! You scared your majesty!"

Emperor Yuxuan slowly raised his head and looked at Eunuch Xiaoyi. His face was pale and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue.

Emperor Yuxuan was helped up by Eunuch Xiaoyi. His body was a little stiff, as if he was still immersed in the shock just now. Emperor Yuxuan patted the dust off his body, and the movement seemed a little mechanical. A hint of pride appeared on his face, and he said: "Nothing! You can leave!"

How could he know that this was the last glory of the imperial teacher before his death.