Chapter 221 Sky Daoist
Prince Qi led Prince Yan through the bustling streets and alleys to the door of his mansion.
The door creaked open, and a cold breath rushed in, which was completely different from the peaceful atmosphere of the mansion on weekdays.
Stepping into the house, the surroundings were almost eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of drums from the distance breaking the tranquility.
Prince Qi walked in front, his figure swaying under the dim light of the lantern, and every step seemed to be stepping on an unknown line of destiny.
The two came to a secluded courtyard, where several people wearing cloaks and hats were waiting.
Their figures were as blurry as ghosts, revealing only pairs of eyes shining in the darkness, revealing elusive depth and ferocity.
King Yan's heart tightened, and he secretly speculated, could these people be the so-called hermit masters mentioned by King Qi?
"Brother Prince Yan, let me introduce you to these people. These are the helpers I mentioned." Prince Qi said, but his words lacked the sincerity before and became more disturbingly cold.
King Yan took a step forward and tried to see their true faces through the weak light, but found that the other party deliberately kept a distance and did not want to reveal their identities. He tried to lighten the atmosphere743 and asked: "What do you call me, masters, and where do you practice? Why do you choose to come out at this moment to help us overcome this difficulty?"
Unexpectedly, one of the burly men in bamboo hats suddenly took off his bamboo hats, revealing a face covered with scars. The scars on his face looked particularly ferocious in the dim light.
He let out a piercing sneer: "The endless sea and the sky are Daoist!"
Before he finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly. The momentum of those people suddenly rose, and the evil aura filled the air like a substance.
King Yan was shocked. He never expected that King Qi would lead a wolf into the house and collude with Demon Dao.
King Yan took half a step back, with shock and anger in his eyes: "Prince Qi, what do you mean by this? You and I are both members of the royal family, how can we do such a rebellious act?"
The Prince of Qi laughed ferociously, revealing the insidiousness behind his gentle face: "Brother Prince Yan, those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters."
"Nowadays, the situation inside and outside the imperial court is complicated. Martial Sovereign has been losing power for a while. Only with the help of strong power can he turn around. This move is a decision I made after careful consideration."
"But do you know how terrible the consequences of joining hands with Demon Dao (agbb) will be?" King Yan asked back, with questions and accusations in his words.
Prince Qi smiled coldly, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes: "Brother Yan Prince, if you are in a situation of life and death, if you don't move forward, you can only be slaughtered by others. If you join us, you will at least have a chance to survive; if you refuse, you will be destroyed. Disaster. Make your own choice!"
King Yan looked around, and the demons were staring at their prey with bright eyes.
"Even so, I, Yan, would rather die in battle than join forces with Demon Dao!" King Yan straightened his back and expressed his decision loudly.
Before he finished speaking, the tension in the air almost solidified, and the two sides were at war with each other.
At this critical moment, a cold light flashed in the eyes of King Qi, and he took the lead in attacking King Yan. His figure suddenly rose like a strong wind, and the long sword in his hand cut through the night sky [straight to King Yan's throat.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, King Yan turned sideways to avoid the sword edge. The green rainbow sword in his hand quietly unsheathed, blocking King Qi's series of attacks in the midst of lightning and flint.
"You cheating traitor!" King Yan waved his sword to resist and roared with grief and anger.
The moonlight shone on the tip of his sword, reflecting a dazzling cold light and illuminating his resolute face.
The Prince of Qi's face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth and responded: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. King Yan, you can't blame me!"
He increased his strength and attacked more fiercely, but he was obviously getting tired and the gaps between his moves were getting wider and wider.
Seeing this, the demons of the Endless Sea who were standing around laughed mockingly. They seemed to be in no hurry to intervene, but were happy to see both Qi Jian and King Yan suffer.
Tianqiong Daoist's mouth curved into a sinister smile, his eyes always locked on King Yan in the fierce battle.
Seeing that Prince Qi was losing ground, Daoist raised his eyebrows contemptuously, and a strong demonic aura emerged from his body.
He slowly drew out the long black sword from his waist, and the sword's blade was glowing with blue light [that was the terrifying power that devoured souls.
I saw him take one step forward, the ground trembled slightly, and his figure arrived in front of King Yan in an instant. The magic sword was packed with endless murderous intent and went straight to King Yan's heart.
King Yan keenly sensed the fatal crisis coming from behind. He turned around suddenly and relied on his profound combat experience and excellent swordsmanship to narrowly avoid Opening Heaven Daoist's fatal blow.
The two swords collided in the air, sparking bright sparks and filling the air with a strong smell of burning metal.
"Hmph, I'm quite capable."
Tianqiong Daoist sneered, the offensive became more and more violent, every swing of the sword was mixed with an unspeakable evil force, trying to disintegrate King Yan's defense.
King Yan responded calmly, and every dodge and move was just right. His sword dance was like a dragon and snake flying, and he blocked and counterattacked with precision again and again. The spiritual energy flowing in his body [dissolved all the attacks from Daoist in the sky.
When King Qi saw this, he felt fear and unwillingness intertwined in his heart. He struggled and rushed towards King Yan again, trying to take advantage of the chaos to sneak attack.
However, when King Yan faced attacks from both front and back, instead of panicking, he inspired stronger strength under the pressure. He looked for opportunities in the sword dance and suddenly launched a counterattack, directly targeting King Qi.
Prince Qi was forced to retreat continuously, and the skirt of his chest was torn apart by the sword energy, revealing a deep blood mark.
At the same time, King Yan did not show any weakness in the face of Tianqiong Daoist's strong attack. He found the right moment and stabbed his sword-holding wrist with a sword, forcing him to withdraw his sword to save himself.
Tianqiong Daoist groaned in pain, and the sharp pain in his wrist caused the magic sword in his hand to lose its accuracy and fall to the ground, sparks flying everywhere.
His face instantly turned livid, and his deep eyes flashed with flames of anger and humiliation.
"How dare a mere mortal dare to be so presumptuous in front of my heavenly Daoist!"
He roared, and the demonic energy around him boiled, like a storm in the dark night gathering around him, and an indescribable and powerful pressure swept across the entire palace courtyard.
He formed a seal with his hands, and his figure suddenly grew larger, pressing like a mountain. A destructive force gathered in his palms, and struck Yan Yu head-on.
King Yan concentrated on Qi Gathering, his steps were as light as a cat, and he cleverly avoided the thunderous strike.
Directly blocking Cangqiong Daoist's blow, Prince Qi's eyes widened when he saw this scene, "This... this is impossible! He can't have such strength."
"You are not King Yan, you...who are you?"
A sharp light flashed in King Yan's eyes, and he replied loudly: "Have you finally realized this?".