"Leave me alone, let's go first, if you have the chance, rescue Ziyang and Thirteen. "The Guards are obviously not much left, and since they can't save the people who have left Anli, it is also excellent to be able to save their daughters and horses. King Anli's tone was calm, full of fatherly kindness. He turned his head and glanced at Yan Xiuwen, who had been following him for many years, and then said, "After so many years, I have really worked hard for you. I'm sorry to disturb your practice. ”

"I am a man who has left the country and served the country, as a matter of course. It's just that I didn't protect the king thoroughly, I'm really sorry. Yan Xiuwen replied respectfully.

"You're fine, it's just God's will. ”

"Your Majesty, I will give it a go. Yan Xiuwen's right hand holding the sword tightened, and a burst of purple light flashed.

"You have to live and leave some hope for An Li. Tell the world that betrayal is not what I want. King An Li sighed, got up from the king's chariot again, and walked down, stopping in front of the king's city. "I'll stay, let them go. ”

"Father, when did you become so naïve, I want to be a good king, so no one can leave. Prince Jingming, who looked hideous and like a monster on the top of the castle tower, smiled happily, and then raised his left hand.

Wang Chongyou, who was standing beside him, gave an order, and the archers raised all the longbows in their hands.

King An Li's face was a little ugly, and there was some unwillingness in his wrinkles, but he didn't say anything, because he heard a footstep from the royal city.

Everyone around the royal city heard the footsteps.

The footsteps were steady and rhythmic, and the shoes on those feet were probably not leather, but cotton, and the sound was a little dull, like the sound of wood breaking.

A teenager walked out of the royal city.

The firelight illuminated the ground as if it were daylight, and the shadow of the boy was unusually vivid, but it was impossible to see his face clearly, only that he was wearing an old blue coat, and the edge of the blue coat was embroidered with new gold thread.

Yan Xiuwen turned his face sideways, quietly listening to the footsteps, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was loose and tight, as if there was some kind of rhythm in between, harmonizing with the footsteps, or fighting.

As he walked, the blue boy slowly took out a knife from his arms that seemed to have just been wiped clean, and appeared in people's sight.

The knife was a bit like a kitchen knife, and the boy looked like a butcher.

He stopped, looked up at the night dome, and because of this action, the firelight illuminated his cheeks, and his ordinary eyebrows were clearly brightened, and his face was a little pale.

is also pale, Prince Jingming's face on the city wall is pale and very cowardly, but there is a certain frightening madness in the paleness of his face.

"You... You... You...... Who are you. He pointed to the boy in the city.

The boy appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone realized that the reason why his feet made such a sound was because his feet were red with blood. But strangely enough, his clothes were not stained with a drop of blood.

"Don't you know my clothes?" the boy asked faintly, instead of looking up. At the same time, he muttered, "Is it because the clothes are too old and the patterns have been washed off?"

An Liwang looked at the young man carefully, the clothes on his body were very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen them. But it wasn't until he saw the Phnom Penh that it dawned on him. "Are you from the Ye Yang family?"

The young man finally smiled happily when he heard King An Li's words: "Hehe, hello uncle." My brother is your son-in-law, and I'm here to play with him. The young man in blue was a little happy, as innocent as a child, but his cheeks were even paler.

"Nonsense, the head of the Yeyang family obviously has only one son. "Prince Jingming on the castle tower is crazy again, he can obviously see that this young man is extraordinary.

"Are you?" asked King An Li, who was stunned for a moment.

"My name is Ye Yang Thirteen, uncle, you can call me Thirteen. ”

"My brother and sister-in-law have woken up, but it may take a while for them to recover, so I'll fight the bad guys first. He raised the kitchen knife in his hand, then turned to look at Prince Jingming on the city wall.

"You stunned my brother?"

"Yes, so what?" Prince Jingming's voice trembled, as he felt the killing intent coming from this voice.

"Then you're going to die tonight. His voice trembled a little because he was a little nervous, he had never really fought, but he was not afraid because he knew he would never lose.

Prince Jingming said to Shaodian with a voice that was almost pleading: "Patriarch, help me." ”

"Children, it's not good to talk big. But you reminded me of someone. Shao Dianran really looked at the young man in front of him and shook his head.

"Who?" the boy seemed to be suddenly very interested in this man.

Shaodian shook his head and said, "You are too far behind him. ”

The people around the royal city were absolutely silent, so the conversation between the two reached everyone's ears very clearly, but no one could understand it.

Are you too far behind him?

Who is he?

No one knew, and obviously Ye Yang Thirteen didn't know either.

Shaodian stroked the scabbard beside him and said, "But you're also very good, it's a pity that I don't plan to let you continue to live, having a guy like that in the world is enough to give me a headache." ”

Yan Xiuwen looked around slowly, his godless eyes reflected the light cast by the city, looking very white, his expression was very calm, and he did not feel surprised by the silence around him. But he felt the increasingly powerful fighting intent from the two strong men.

So he stepped forward and protected King Anli.

Ye Yang Thirteen walked forward slowly a few times, stopped, and then swept the kitchen knife in his hand. The fingers gradually swept from the handle of the kitchen knife to the blade, but it was such a simple action, the space between the night dome and the ground, all changed, with the friction of the fingers and the knife surface, there was a slight sound, and the night clouds in the sky spread out like frightened birds, revealing the curved eyebrows and hundreds of stars, when his kitchen knife went straight to Shaodian, the wind raged in front of the royal city, and the moat set off waves.

The clouds disperse and the night appears, the wind rises and the water is chaotic, these are all natural phenomena, and when these natural phenomena are linked to human movements, then it means that the essence of heaven and earth is undergoing rapid changes.

The people who watched the movement in the field were extremely shocked by the changes in the essence of heaven and earth.

Yan Xiuwen exhaled lightly, and then said silently: "Know the micro realm." "A ten-year-old child has already broken through to the third realm, this speed may not even be matched by the three gentlemen of the Hidden Dragon Court, and only Fa Xuan, a disciple of Putuo Temple who is known as the reincarnation of the Buddha, can be compared.

The moonlight, the starlight, and the light emitted by the torches on the city wall fell on Ye Yang Thirteen's body, shining the blue clothes on his body like a blue sky, and the blade in his hand shining like a burning match.

Ye Yang Thirteen's body seemed to be burning, burning in the clear blue sky, and endless vast essence erupted from the blade!

The crowd watching the battle was even more shocked, and the sound of rapid breathing stopped abruptly, and people subconsciously held their breath, waiting for the patriarch of the ghost clan to respond.

Shaodian didn't look at Ye Yang Thirteen, but he could feel the blazing temperature and feel the surging killing intent, but he was still very calm.

"I like you a little bit, but you still have to die. Although it's a pity. Then he drew his dagger, but he still didn't draw the sword behind him.

Although the short sword is short, the killing intent is not short, and it is even stronger than a kitchen knife, because in Shaodian's heart, killing a potential opponent who is making rapid progress. It's much more important than winning a siege battle.

Shaodian held the hilt of his sword and stabbed forward, aiming directly at the blue-clothed boy.

At this moment, the young man in blue suddenly tilted his head, and then the corners of his mouth provoked a hint of a smile.

Shaodian's sword burst out of the air, and the sword intent tore through the night in an instant.

Ye Yang's thirteen men and knives were burning, incinerating all the heaven and earth essence qi in the space to the tiniest dust particles. But his direction is not Shaodian.

Ye Yang 13 looked at Prince Jingming on the city wall, his face expressionless.

Where the gaze falls, it is where the knife falls.