Shuttle of the city

More than a dozen soldiers, surrounded Ye Zichuan and Xuan Bing, killing them without concealment.

Without identity tokens, even if they were to behead them on the spot, they didn't need to worry about anything at all.

"Lord Commander, but we have agreed, that woman ......"

Behind a few soldiers, a man whispered a reminder with a flattering smile on his face.

"Don't worry, as you've been promised, bring it to the dungeon and you can do whatever you want." The captain who headed it glanced at him.

"Hehe, then, thank you, my lord."

Looking at those familiar figures, Ye Zichuan's eyes flashed with killing intent.

These people had put some thought into dealing with him, but they had actually involved the soldiers of Ming Wang City.

They went out to ask for information, and it was because they didn't find Ye Zichuan's entry record that they were sure that the other party had sneaked in.

This way, they would have a justifiable reason to strike at the inn.

They were afraid that if they were a little late, the two would leave the place, after all, the outside world was vast, and if the other party ran away, it would be difficult to chase after them.

A few soldiers came over to Ye Zichuan and grabbed his arm with their big hands, trying to capture him.

Ye Zichuan's face was expressionless, but in the next second, he appeared directly in front of the captain.

Without even seeing him make a move, he crossed a few feet of distance, like a ghost.

"Are you going to make a move on me?"

The hairs on the captain's body stood up at the sight of the face close at hand.

Almost instinctively, he raised his right hand and struck out with a slap.

Slap!

Ye Zichuan struck like lightning, and pinned his wrist with even more speed.

Then there was only a scream, and in the eyes of others who were a little frightened, Ye Zichuan directly twisted the captain's arm around.

Like a twist, the captain's arm was directly twisted, and the sound of the bones cracking were all numbingly loud.

"Ah-"

The captain screamed and dropped to his knees.

The pain made his forehead break out in a cold sweat.

"Kill him for me! Kill the bastard!"

He let out a beastly roar and gave orders to the other soldiers.

More than a dozen soldiers, holding their swords and long knives, rushed toward Ye Zichuan at the same time.

Clang!

A crisp sound, Ye Zichuan backhanded the lieutenant's sword at the waist, and then a touch of white sword light flashed, accompanied by a flash of blood, a soldier who just rushed over, was directly led to the head.

A good head flew up, eyes wide open, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the neck.

The bloody scene shocked the others.

But the soldiers, undaunted, roared and rushed over again.

The captain's whole body was boiling with blood, and there was a powerful atmosphere pervading.

"Hmph!"

Ye Zichuan snorted coldly, his right leg raised, and his knee smashed directly into the captain's chest.

Ka-chow!

The captain's chest was directly caved in, and even the hard iron armor was caved in in chunks, with a few shards even poking into the flesh.

Boom!

He smashed into the wall next to him, cracking it open and spitting blood, with bits of internal organs.

Ye Zichuan turned around and cut out his sword in his hand.

Blood splattered, a soldier's face was cut in half from his chin to the roof of his skull.

Ye Zichuan danced like he was dancing on the tip of a sword, dodging several long gauges that came thrusting at him, and danced with his sword in his hand, without any fancy, purely with skill and technique, cutting off another man's skull with a single blow.

Everyone outside the door was chilled to the bone, feeling a genuine fear, a chill rising up their spine and freezing them in place.

Was this still human?

These soldiers were all masters of a hundred battles, and had hunted and killed many wild beasts, but now they were so weak in front of Ye Zichuan.

Ye Zichuan was so fast that many people couldn't even catch the movement, they could only see a frightening cold light.

Every time it swung, it took a life.

After only a minute, there was not a single soldier standing here.

There was blood all over the ground, still radiating heat, and the soldier stared to his death.

"Tick tock! Tick tock!"

Ye Zichuan was holding his long sword upside down, with blood still flowing on it.

Then he turned around and looked at the people who had participated in the auction.

Stomp!

Faced with such a terrifying murderous aura, these people couldn't help but take a few steps back, as if they were being stared at by some desperate beast, and the fear in their hearts couldn't help but rise.

"You, you, you killed the soldiers of the City Lord's Palace, you're in big trouble!" A man stammered, his face pale.

"I can cut you down before someone comes."

Ye Zichuan held his sword upside down and stepped away.

"No, you can't kill us!" Several people's liver and guts were on edge.

Ye Zichuan's murderous aura was so terrifying that it was as if he had slaughtered millions of creatures, and just one look seemed to tear their souls apart.

"Run!"

Several of them turned around and ran without thinking about it.

They were all from outside and had experienced all kinds of hardships outside, but now, facing Ye Zichuan, they had an unprecedented fear.

Their flesh was very strong, but in front of Ye Zichuan, they were like paper mache, and their speed was far from enough.

Chuckle!

The light of the sword tore through space, and a man running out had his skull pierced, and the longsword plunged in through the back of his head, puncturing his face directly.

Ye Zichuan took out the long sword and threw it away.

The longsword was like white lightning, bringing up a smear of blood, directly nailing the second man and stabbing his corpse into the wall, the force of which was evident.

He picked up the warrior on the ground and cut down on the third.

"Go to hell!" The third person running turned around, and a purple mist sprang up with him.

In an instant, within a few feet were wrapped in this purple mist.

"Ah!"

With a scream, a passerby melted at a visible speed, turning directly into a puddle of yellow water in just a few seconds.

The horror of the scene caused others to flee the area with their souls on fire.

This inn could no longer stay!

The purple fog spread, and the man who had fled earlier smiled evilly: "If you want to kill me, taste my deadly poison!"

Poppycock!

As soon as the words left his mouth, a cold, snow-white light flew out of the purple mist and across his neck, causing his head to fly up and his vision to start spinning.

How could this be?

Ye Zichuan came out of the purple mist with an expressionless face and no damage to his body, which showed no signs of poisoning?

Looking at the last person, Ye Zichuan turned into an afterimage and rushed over.

Dang!

The hand swung out of the warrior's gorget was blocked, and there was a sound of golden iron clashing.

"This friend, stop in moderation." Along with a majestic voice, a large man appeared at an unknown time and blocked Ye Zichuan's attack.