After destroying ten foreign powerhouses on three battlefields in succession.

Yang Wenjin walked towards the main gate of the palace.

Under her spatial insight, everything in the palace was clearly reflected in her mind.

At this time, almost all the people inside the house have been cleaned up.

The only thing left is the main battlefield where Pang Jue led many dark guards to fight with outsiders.

"Why haven't the patrolling city guards come yet? What the hell are they doing? ”

The strength of all the people who came over this time was not weak.

Although the secret guards of their palace have a slight advantage in numbers, they are more than a little inferior in strength.

Pang Jue was even more pressed and beaten by two masters of the eighth layer of Qi training, and he couldn't get out at all.

Now we can only hope that the city guards will come over when they hear the movement.

For this reason, when he was fighting, he deliberately made a lot of movement, but it has been a while since the beginning of the battle.

But he didn't even see the shadow of the city guards.

"Brothers, hold on, don't let these murderers enter the palace, as long as the city guards arrive, none of them will want to run."

Although he was angrily scolding the city guards in his heart, why didn't they come.

But on the surface, he still had to boost his morale.

It's just that he knows there that the city guards don't know, but they know that they can't come.

The second prince had already arranged for someone to keep an eye on the Yinwang Mansion, and when he saw a master surrounding the Yinwang Mansion just now, the eyeliner had already reported the news.

The second prince, who got the news, instead of helping, found an excuse and transferred the city guards who were responsible for patrolling the nearby streets to other places.

That's why it's been so long, and not a single city guard has come.

"Who is so rampant that he dares to attack the Yinwang Mansion at night."

In the distance, there was a loud shout.

Immediately after that, more than a dozen figures rushed over.

The leader is Yang Guiyun, who is the Dingjun Hou, and next to him are his two sons, as well as some secret guards cultivated in the mansion.

Yang Guiyun was preparing to rest, and heard the eldest son say that there was movement in the Yinwang Mansion, as if it was fighting.

He immediately thought of a possibility and immediately summoned people to come over.

It's just that the distance between Dingjun Houfu and Yinwangfu is not close, so I rushed over at this time.

"Master Hou be careful, these guys are not weak."

"Even a child dares to come to my Great Xia King City to be presumptuous, and I will definitely leave you and others behind today."

Yang Guiyun has the peak strength of the ninth layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm, and he is also a battle-hardened general, and his combat effectiveness is very strong.

Although these people who attacked the Yinwang Mansion at night were not weak, he didn't pay attention to them yet.

Especially guessing that these guys came to kill her baby daughter, the anger in his heart made his combat effectiveness increase a lot.

"Qi Feng, contact the city guards, the forbidden army, and ask them to arrange for people to come over, block all the nearby streets, and not let any murderers go."

"Yes."

Yang Qifeng, the eldest of the Yang family, answered, and immediately took out the messenger stone.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of those who attacked the palace at night immediately changed.

Originally, the sudden killing of a powerful master had already made them a little bottomless, and this was if the city guards and the forbidden army arrived.

They're just afraid they're going to be finished.

Thinking of this, some people immediately retreated.

"Withdraw!"

As soon as a group of people began to retreat, someone immediately followed.

"I just think about leaving now, isn't it too late?"

Yang Wenjin appeared.

appeared at the gate of the Yinwang Mansion without warning.

His expression was cold, and his eyes with anger and hatred swept over those who attacked the palace at night.

"Hibiscus, why did you come out? Hurry back and get back here. ”

"Protect the princess!"

Pang Jue also reacted immediately.

I don't even think about it, why did the princess come here?

Hearing his order, the nearby guards began to act.

"She is the waste princess, the brothers do it, and now that the city guards have not come, how can they have a chance to escape if they kill her."

I don't know who in the crowd shouted.

All of a sudden, those who were already ready to withdraw from the battlefield hesitated.

"Do it, fight quickly!"

Thinking of the temptation of the bounty, those who hesitate immediately turned their hearts to the side.

"Hibiscus, let's go."

Yang Guiyun shouted, his true anger exploded, and he was about to rush over to protect Yang Wenjin.

However, Yang Wenjin looked at those who killed her, and the corners of her mouth outlined a touch of disdain.

"Father, the daughter promised the hearts that she would let these people bury her, and the daughter would not leave."

When the sound fell, I saw her raise her right hand slightly.

"Space Confinement!"

As soon as the voice of silent thought in her heart fell, the more than twenty people who rushed towards her with great momentum instantly froze in place.

Even his expression stiffened.

It feels like a stone sculpture that has become a strange gesture in an instant.

"Today, use the blood of your waiting to tell the people of the future that the Great Xia Yin Palace's Mansion is not a place where anyone can come to be presumptuous."

"I, Yang Wenjin, am not a soft persimmon that can be handled casually."

At this moment, her temperament has changed dramatically.

Not as soft and weak as before, more like a ruler standing on the top of the sky.

Such a completely different appearance made everyone present stunned.

Especially the people who waited for the Yang family in Dingjun, all of them were full of astonishment.

In the palace, Xia Zhu and Qiu Yue, who came closely behind, also happened to see this scene, and the two quickly glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of horror again.

"Die!"

As soon as it fell, I saw her palm pressing down slightly.

Those who were imprisoned by her felt as if a huge mountain weighing more than 10,000 jun had fallen from the sky and suppressed them fiercely.

Bang bang bang!

Some people couldn't withstand the pressure of gravity, and their bodies exploded, and blood and shredded flesh splattered everywhere.

"Rao... Life! ”

"Senior... Rao..."

Some of the ones with a slightly higher cultivation are barely opening, but they are only intermittent openings.

Looking at Yang Wenjin again, he was not frightened by this bloody scene at all, and his expression was calm and indifferent.

Listening to these people's begging for mercy, her heart did not fluctuate, and her palm pressed down again.

Another series of sounds of bodies being crushed and exploded came out.

However, in just a few breaths, the blood had already stained all the streets at the gate of Yinwang's Mansion red.

Some of them also flow farther along the gaps in the bluestone slabs.

The force of gravity continued to press down until it had wiped out all the twenty or so people besieging the palace.

There was a dead silence in front of the palace.

The thick smell of blood wafted through the air, the stumps and broken bones scattered around, and the blood-stained streets against the firelight.

It stimulates the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment, they only felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to their heads.

Countless pairs of eyes subconsciously gathered on Yang Wenjin, who was still standing indifferently at the door.

There are complications, there are surprises, there are doubts, and of course, more of course, there is fear.

What a terrible tactic this is?

With an understatement of raising his hand, more than 20 murderers and strong people died cleanly, and they didn't even leave their entire corpses.

Waste Princess?

It's a great irony to think of her title.