King of the Fairy City

"Three short wooden arrow towers with a shooting range of thirty feet. It takes me about three breaths to rush through. Judging from the spears fired by the three warriors on the arrow towers, their strength is at most mid-level warriors. They are not to be feared. They will definitely be injured. He can’t do it to me. But that kid is guarding the inside of the fence. He hasn’t made a move yet, so I don’t know how strong he is!”

He An said calmly.

"As long as you can rush in, that kid is no match for you! Let's launch another attack. After you rush into the camp, kill the warriors on the three arrow towers. Don't kill the kid, I want him alive. Kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy!”

Zheng Yiqing looked at Ye Mo in the distance fiercely.

He then ordered the warriors to attack, and ordered He An to take the lead. The warriors attacked Ye Mo's cave camp again.

Under the instruction of Master Hou, seven or eight captured warriors were pushed to the front and used as human shields. Zheng Yiqing and his men followed closely and everyone charged towards Ye Mo's cave camp.

All the captured warriors were extremely dissatisfied, but they did not dare to resist, so they could only press forward.

"blow!"

"blow!"

"blow!"

As soon as they rushed into the shooting range, the spirit wood throwing spears and spirit wood arrows on the three arrow towers shot out wildly.

This time, He An was at the forefront, and naturally attracted most of the spirit wood arrows and spirit wood throwing spears.

However, his Qinggong and body skills were extremely good. He was like a phantom floating toward the cave camp, swaying from side to side from time to time. A chaotic mess of arrows and spears fell around him, unable to hit him at all.

"Master! Definitely a top warrior! Don't shoot him. If you miss, shoot the warrior behind him!"

When Ye Mo saw He An's Qinggong, his face suddenly changed color and he shouted at Mo Ling and others.

Mo Ling, Wang Hu, and Yang You immediately gave up shooting He An and focused all their arrows and spears on the group of warriors who followed He An in the charge.

Soon, the screams sounded again.

The strength of the warriors varied, and many of them were ordinary warriors. They were not peerless masters like He An, and it was difficult to dodge the cross-fired arrows and spears from the three arrow towers.

Seeing He An rushing outside the Lingmu fence, he was less than five feet away.

"As expected, he is a top martial artist, and his light skills are so good! With his light skills, he can fly directly over the two-foot-high fence without breaking through the spiritual wood fence!"

Ye Mo's whole body tensed up, holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and stared at He An's footsteps.

Four feet, three feet, two feet...

"Take the ladder!"

When he was still two feet away from the spirit wood fence, He An suddenly took a deep breath, suddenly jumped into the air, took three steps in the air, and instantly exceeded the height of the spirit wood fence and crossed the spirit wood fence.

"blow!"

Mo Ling was on the low wooden arrow tower in the middle of the cave camp. Although she was shooting arrows at the other warriors, she was still focusing on He An. When she saw He An leaping into the air, she immediately shot a sharp arrow at He An.

The spirit wood arrows shot towards He An in mid-air with lightning speed.

He An snorted, unable to dodge in mid-air, and swung his sword to block the incoming spirit wood arrow.

"clang!"

The spirit wood arrows were chopped away.

He An flew down towards the camp.

"Langduo double chop!"

Ye Mo had already been waiting inside the spirit wood fence for a long time. He immediately shouted loudly, suddenly rushed forward, and slashed out with the Qingfeng Sword. The Qingfeng sword trembled slightly, and instantly turned into two sword shadows, and six hundred kilograms of force poured out.

"Hey! Three consecutive soul-breaking cuts!"

He An's eyes showed surprise, and he did not dare to neglect. The Mo Ling Sword in his hand suddenly slashed out, and instantly transformed into three sword shadows, displaying his strongest sword move.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"Pfft!"

The shadows of swords crisscrossed.

Ye Mo staggered back a few steps before he regained his balance. His arms were numb and a sharp pain came from his right arm. He glanced at his right arm and saw a bloody wound.

He was secretly surprised that the master in front of him was so powerful.

He An forced Ye Mo back with one move, landed on the inside of the spirit tree fence, and successfully broke into the camp.

Mo Ling, Wang Hu and others continued to shoot arrows, killing the warriors behind He An.

He An looked at Ye Mo with some surprise and said coldly, "Your martial arts skills are quite outstanding. Your sword moves have reached the level of 'turning decay into magic'. You are proud of it at your age. It's a pity that you only reached the second level." You are not my opponent yet, surrender! Bow to the young marquis and admit your mistake, I will mediate it for you, and you can work for the young marquis in the future."

Ye Mo pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. He held the Qingfeng Sword tightly with both hands and pointed it at He An. There was no trace of fear in his stubborn eyes.

Bow! ?

Pooh!

Ever since his parents passed away when he was eight years old, he has been crawling around in the wells of the royal city alone, struggling to live. No matter how hard or tired he is, he has to endure it all by himself. When does he bow his head to others, and when does he grovel? Pass!

I have to admit my mistake to Mr. Marquis! Recognize the ghost!

"You have to think clearly! Following the young marquis may not be a good way out. I am not bloodthirsty, otherwise I would have cut off your head with a sword just now! It is a pity for your talent to spare your life!"

He An saw the stubbornness and unyieldingness in Ye Mo's eyes and couldn't help but frown.

It is absolutely rare for such a young person to be able to practice low-level sword techniques to the level of "turning decay into magic", and is enough to be on par with a generation of grandmasters. Even he, the number one master in the Zheng Kingdom, had only mastered a sword move to this level not long ago.

He really admired the young warrior in front of him.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Ye Mo said coldly.

He was ready.

If he could defend, he would defend.

If he couldn't defend the cave camp that he had worked so hard to build and it was captured, he would flee into the jungle of the island.

He still had two Yuanqi pills on him. As long as he gave himself a few more days, it would not be a problem to break through to the ninth level of the peak of the martial artist's body refining. He would even have the opportunity to enter the realm of immortal cultivators and become an immortal-like existence. Then why would he be afraid of Zheng Yiqing and He An.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty! For your courage, I, He An, will personally send you off to avoid the humiliation of the young marquis before you die. After you die, I will bury you properly and not let your corpse lie exposed in the wilderness."

He An's tone also turned cold.

He rarely took the initiative to recruit other martial artists, but this time was a complete exception. He didn't expect that the young martial artist in front of him would not appreciate it at all and directly rejected his recruitment.

"Let me think about how capable you are!"

As soon as He An finished speaking, he raised his sword and slashed at Ye Mo, his figure floating like a ghost. Not to mention ordinary warriors, even the archers in the army would find it difficult to hit him.

"What a fast speed!"

Ye Mo was secretly surprised and quickly pulled back.

At the same time, he used the Qingfeng sword in his hand to slash out with a "whirlpool", and the sword light spread out from him to the surroundings, slashing a burst of sword energy in the air to prevent He An from approaching him with ghostly body movements.

He only knows three moves: breaking waves, whirlpool, and wave stacking, and they have all been cultivated to the pinnacle and turned decay into magic. Facing ordinary warriors, it is enough to establish prestige with one sword and kill the opponent on the spot.

But in front of He An, the first master of Zheng State and a peerless warrior, these three moves seem too embarrassing.

Ye Mo retreated violently and avoided the cold light that He An casually swung, but the headband was still cut off by the sword energy, and his black hair fluttered in the wind, looking a little embarrassed.

"No!"

"No ordinary means can defeat He An, it seems that I can only take risks!"

Ye Mo's eyes showed a dauntless look.