This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Le Zhili's sword stunned everyone, but in a blink of an eye, the sword's edge had already reached Ying Wushang's face, and before Jin Yiwei behind him could cry out in surprise, Ying Qianhu struck out like lightning, and a embroidered spring The sword flew the long sword away.

Ying Wushang was careless, with a helpless smile on his face, as if he was watching his own children messing around, and the morbid doting in his eyes made Le Zhili shudder.

The moment the swords and swords met, Ying Wushang's Xiuchun Dao was easily won. Although this was the first time the two met after the family crisis, he was already familiar with Le Zhili's martial arts and swordsmanship.

For a long time, Ying Wushang has used various methods to collect information about Le Zhili. To the latter, this is an extremely unpleasant reunion after a long absence, but to him, it seems that the last time they saw each other was nothing more than Only yesterday.

Le Zhili looked at her empty palm in shock, the long sword that had been thrown flying had already fallen to the side, and was stabbed sickly obliquely on the ground.

Her martial arts is not weak, otherwise she wouldn't dare to take the lead and bring people thousands of miles away to rescue Wen Shenyang, but even so, she was still taken down by the opponent in a face-to-face.

In a daze, Le Zhili seemed to feel that she was back when she was a child. At that time, the relationship between her and Ying Wushang was not so rigid, and the other party had taught her swordsmanship. At that time, she seemed to be like this in front of the other party. There is no way to fight back.

Ying Wushang smiled arrogantly, holding Xiu Chundao's hand, and flirtatiously embraced Le Zhili who had thrown herself into the net, while his left hand was lightly attached to the other's lower abdomen.

The ambiguous gesture of the two left Shangguan and the others stunned, and Wen Shenyang's eyes were burning with anger, but before they could speak, Le Zhili let out a weak cry of pain.

A vicious breath gushed out from the palm of the hand that was attached to her lower abdomen, wisps of white steam overflowed from the finger, fully revealing the dominance of the Rotten Bone Art.

Ying Wushang lowered his brows, seeing Le Zhili's painful look, his eyes filled with insane joy, and he was eager to punch through the opponent's body with this palm, and end this woman's life completely.

However, Ying Wushang couldn't bear to strike at the long-settled desire, he didn't want the other party to die so happily, the other party should die after experiencing extreme despair.

"lady!"

"Mother!"

When he fell into hesitation, everyone in Shangguan's family was already panicked, but there was one person who put the thoughts in his heart into action before them.

"Evil thief! Let her go!" Wen Chenyang forcibly interrupted his luck, and flew up to hit Ying Wushang with a palm.

"Protect Master Ying!"

Even though Wen Chenyang was well-known, Jin Yiwei was not to be outdone. Everyone raised their crossbow arrows and shot. Wen Shenyang had just been seriously injured by the thousand-faced Dharma King. The oncoming arrow rain made him very embarrassed.

But he was worried that Le Zhili surpassed everything else, so he slapped out that slap without hesitation, Ying Wushang narrowed his eyes, he pushed the woman in his arms out, and then retaliated with the same slap.

Wen Shenyang protected Le Zhili, and then faced Ying Wushang with a palm.

This time Ying Wushang didn't have any qualms, and directly used the Rotten Bone Kung Fu without reservation. Even though the opponent's kung fu was superior to his own, Wen Chenyang, who was seriously injured, could no longer play the prestige of a master.

For a moment of confrontation, Ying Wushang remained motionless, while Wen Shenyang hugged Le Zhili and retreated a few steps. The masters of the Shangguan family stepped forward and protected them at the rear, bringing the scene back to the original confrontation.

After Le Zhili came back to her senses in Wen Shenyang's arms, she suddenly turned pale with shock: "Brother Wen!"

Jin Yiwei's crossbow arrows don't have long eyes. Just now Wen Shenyang rushed up to save people desperately. Inspired by the arrow rain, he dragged his seriously injured body in a hurry, and he couldn't retreat completely. A crossbow arrow was inserted, and there were countless other scratches.

"It's just a small injury, I'm fine." Wen Shenyang forced a smile, but his real situation was far less relaxed than what he said.

The injury on his body was far less than the depression in his heart. The short fight just now allowed him to see the details of the opponent clearly. This Ying Wushang's martial arts is not that powerful, and it can even be said that it is far inferior to him.

This is also normal, if everyone in Jin Yiwei is a top expert, then the world should be stable by now, Ying Wushang's martial arts is remarkable among thousands of households, but that's all.

Even though Rotten Bone Art is the most evil martial art in the world, the opponent's heart is far more vicious than the martial art he uses. Because of his injury, Wen Shenyang suffered setbacks under the hands of such a person, how can he not be angry.

Le Zhili looked at the pale Wen Shenyang worriedly, and when she turned to look at Ying Wushang, the hatred in her eyes grew even stronger.

"Ma'am, I still hope to put the overall situation first."

Seeing this, the experts from the Shangguan family couldn't help persuading in a low voice, although they didn't know what kind of grievances there was between Ying Wushang and his mistress, but it was obviously unwise to blatantly draw swords with Jin Yiwei.

Especially at this moment they do not have the upper hand, even with Ying Wushang's strength alone, it is impossible to stop many masters of the Shangguan family, even with the group of Jinyiwei behind him.

But don't forget, where they can't see, Jin Yiwei still has such a terrifying killer weapon as the thunderbolt car. Once the situation is out of control, they are afraid that they will be in danger.

Fortunately, Jin Yiwei did not embarrass them, or in other words, Ying Wushang did not intend to continue embarrassing Le Zhili.

Ying Wushang slowly withdrew the knife, showing a concerned smile: "Cousin, I was a little bit harsher just now, are you okay?"

"Bah!" Le Zhili didn't seem to give face.

The other party's malice did not disappoint Ying Wushang, on the contrary, the more Le Zhili hated him, the more pleasure he could get from it.

"It seems that there is still a misunderstanding between you and me, no matter what, we are a family after all, this misunderstanding will always be solved, let's wait for the future."

After Ying Wushang left a meaningful sentence, he left with his men and horses. In addition to the countless worries that his appearance brought to the Shangguan family, there is no doubt that Jin Yiwei will not target indiscriminately. Because I have an idea.

Not far from the place where Shangguan's family clashed with Jinyiwei, on a piece of land that seemed to have been burned by a raging fire, the air was filled with strong gunpowder and a pungent burnt smell.

Pulling away the hot corpses on his body, Gongsun Huan tried his best to get up from the ground. He threw down the half of the mask left on his face, revealing his true face covered with blood mist and mud.

"Ahem—hehe, it really is a disaster that lasted for thousands of years, so you can live."

Dharma King Qianmian came forward slowly, dragging his blood-stained body. Both of them were lucky. Although Jin Yiwei's artillery was very accurate, they had enough meat shields, and neither of them suffered fatal injuries.

Gongsun Huan squinted at him, and said calmly: "How many people are still alive?"

Dharma King Qianmian spit out blood and looked left and right: "There are less than ten people, I advise you to leave quickly, when Jin Yiwei arrives, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

"Of course I have to go, wouldn't it be foolish to hit a rock with a pebble, but not now—"

Gongsun Huan coughed, took a few pills from his bosom, opened the mouth of the corpse, which was as hot as a furnace on the ground, and stuffed the pills into it.

"Crazy." Thousand Faced Dharma King gave a cold look, as if recalling some bad memories, he threw up his sleeves and left angrily.