In the northwest region, before dusk falls.
Feng Che stands on the ruins of a broken wall, looking towards the direction of the stronghold of the Northern Devil Sect, with a slight smile curling his lips.
No one knows better than Feng Che what the members of the Devil Sect desire the most. Nor does anyone know better than him why the old Devil Sect leader participated in the forced palace coup to seize the throne.
The Devil Sect is like a rat crossing the street in the martial arts world, being chased and beaten by everyone. Therefore, they always try every possible way to survive and yearn for a place of their own.
Once the Second Prince succeeds in the forced palace coup, the old Devil Sect will naturally be protected by the imperial court. At that time, it will not be difficult for them to obtain either power or wealth.
"Who doesn't want to live a good life..." Feng Che's hand clenches into a fist. After a while, he gives a bitter laugh.
He also wants to live, not seeking wealth and honor, but only peace and stability.
But his identity is destined to be unstable.
Suddenly, footsteps come from behind Feng Che. The footsteps are not deliberately concealed, so he remains in that position without turning back.
"Devil Sect Leader, a message has come from the imperial city. The Second Prince has begun to act." The person who comes is dressed in a decent shirt with soft armor. The young man's face is full of vigor, and at a glance, he does not seem to be from the martial arts world. In fact, this person is from the imperial city and is a subordinate of the Fifth Prince.
"I know." Feng Che waves his hand, but does not act immediately. He turns his head to look, and his long hair is blown by the breeze, revealing the strange devilish mark on his face and his handsome features. He suddenly smiles and says, "The Fifth Prince asked you to deliver a message to me. Aren't you afraid or disgusted?"
Hearing this, the person frowns slightly. After a while, he says, "I'm just doing things for His Highness. This matter is beneficial to His Highness, and I dare not have any opinions."
Feng Che raises his eyebrows, turns around, and walks slowly towards the direction he came from with his hands behind his back. When passing by, Feng Che suddenly chuckles, pats him on the shoulder, and says softly, "Dare not is not the same as not having. Well, although I am different from you, in the end, I am also a human. Relax a bit, don't be too nervous."
The person suddenly freezes, and only then realizes that his hand in the sleeve is tightly grasping the cuff, trembling slightly.
"I didn't..."
"Haha." Feng Che laughs loudly, shaking his head as he walks forward. Seeing this, the person quickly follows, and hears Feng Che say, "My mother is also an ordinary woman, not even a martial arts person. Will you feel more at ease if I tell you this?"
He stops again, his eyes showing a surprised expression.
"An ordinary woman...?"
"Yes. She should have lived an ordinary life, but was abducted by the Devil Sect Leader and became the so-called bandit leader's wife, giving birth to me, this half-human, half-ghost son." Feng Che's smile remains on his lips, but what he says is a shocking past. "It's truly pitiful not to be able to choose one's own background."
"Why are you telling me this..." The person is puzzled. The past that Feng Che mentioned is undoubtedly ripping open the most painful scar on himself, but he seems not to care at all, pouring it out to a stranger.
"After all, you and I are in a cooperative relationship. I don't want your opinion of me to affect the upcoming battle." Feng Che shrugs, speeds up his pace, and leaves this place.
The person looks at his back for a long time and unconsciously relaxes. He suddenly remembers that the background of the Fifth Prince is very similar to that of Feng Che. Both are struggling for a glimmer of hope for survival in a fate that they cannot choose by themselves.
His impression of Feng Che has changed, and he also quickly speeds up his pace.
The battle situation does not wait for people.
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The moment the imperial city catches fire, the soldiers that the Second Prince has ambushed in the imperial city quietly enter the palace, directly heading towards the emperor's bedchamber, and engaging in a fierce battle with the imperial guards.
This group of people will take the emperor's life before others arrive to help the Second Prince ascend to the throne. And those private soldiers lurking outside the imperial city and in the northwest region are responsible for suppressing the other princes and ministers in the imperial court.
Feng Che looks far towards the direction of the imperial city, grins, draws his long sword from behind, and points it directly towards the northwest. Behind him stand the members of the New Devil Sect and those from Liudu City. At this moment, they are all holding weapons, their eyes burning as they look in the direction Feng Che is pointing.
"Success or failure depends on this move! Brothers! Stop them!"
"Kill!"
In the desolate place, the yellow sand rolls, accompanied by a series of loud shouts, shaking the surrounding ruins and making the birds stop chirping.
Not far away, the members of the old Devil Sect and the private soldiers come with killing intent. They knew that they would encounter an ambush on the way, but they do not stop and charge forward with their swords!
In just a moment, the two armies are engaged in a chaotic battle. None of them are from the imperial army and do not understand any military tactics. When the swords and knives collide, they use the most desperate and fierce moves.
Feng Che charges at the front. He is agile and his swordsmanship is extraordinary. He moves among the enemy troops, often able to take advantage of their unpreparedness to strike at their vital points, just like an uncatchable ghost.
But Feng Che also takes this opportunity to look around, but he does not find the figure he has hated for a long time.
The old Devil Sect Leader, Feng Che's father, Feng Yan, is not among these people.
"Heh." Feng Che sneers, swings his long sword, and directly cuts off the head of a person in front of him, causing blood to splatter on the spot.
Qin Qichao is busy fighting the enemy. Seeing Feng Che's creepy smile over there, he can't help but shiver. He sighs in his heart that Feng Che is worthy of being the city lord's master. Even this decisive swordsmanship is of the same origin.
I wonder how the situation is on the city lord's side. While thinking, Qin Qichao thrusts his sharp sword into the enemy's chest. When he pulls out the sword, he gives a fierce twist, immediately causing flesh and blood to fly, showing no mercy.
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Outside the imperial city, the second batch of the Second Prince's rebel army attempts to break into the imperial city, but is stopped by the people from the Beilong Hall who have already been guarding outside the city.
These rebels are all from the imperial army. How could they tolerate being blocked here by a group of martial arts people. The leading general points his long spear at Yu Chi Feng and utters a harsh threat.
"Do you know that we are the imperial army? How dare you block the way here!"
Yu Chi Feng sneers and flicks his long sword, saying, "The Second Prince has not yet ascended the throne, and his rebel army is barking and making a commotion here. If you have such courage, why can't I?"
"What happens in the imperial court has nothing to do with you martial arts savages! If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"
"Martial arts savages?" Yu Chi Feng's gaze becomes even colder as he sweeps over the rather conspicuous group at the back of the rebel army. Unlike the imperial rebel army, this group of people, although carrying a killing intent and holding weapons, does not have the demeanor of the imperial army at all. Instead, they have a bandit-like air. Without a doubt, this group of people is the Yanlong Hall members who have mixed into the imperial rebel army. "Then how do you explain these'martial arts savages' at the back of your army?"
"Nonsense!" The leading general, with an unknown source of confidence, scolds without a hint of guilt: "Daring to be disrespectful to the imperial army, you should be beheaded in the street!"
"I have no opinion on your group of rebels. However, as the hall master of the Beilong Hall of the Zhu Xie Society, I want to claim a life from the people behind you who have disrupted the martial arts world and threatened the national security!" Yu Chi Feng's gaze suddenly becomes sharp. As he points with his dark Liufeng Sword, the people of the Beilong Hall behind him rush forward towards the imperial rebel army.
The flames of war immediately ignite.
The number of rebels is much larger than that of the Beilong Hall. Just when they are feeling smug about their numerical advantage, they are suddenly attacked from behind!
With a scream and the sound of a body hitting the ground, the rebels suddenly discover that they are surrounded by a group of people without knowing when. The man leading the group is dressed in a heroic and vigorous outfit, brandishing a blood-stained long sword, revealing a pair of terrifying crimson eyes.
"It's Liudu City!" An exclamation from someone causes panic among the martial arts people in the rebel army.
"Tsk, so these martial arts savages are really a hindrance." The general clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction and orders: "Calm down! No matter who comes, kill them!"
"Oh?" Feng Tingliu's mouth curls up, with a smear of blood on his cheek, smiling like the King of Death. "Then come and try."
Although the Yanlong Hall is stronger than the Beilong Hall, the recent various disturbances have already made them feel uneasy. Now that the forced palace coup is at hand, they did not expect how the Beilong Hall found out about their collusion with the imperial court, and their military morale is in disarray. Although they have a large number, they are not really a match.
Those rebels are a proper imperial army. Whether it is in tactics or strength, they are very difficult to deal with. But they have never fought with martial arts people. Facing a wide variety of martial arts skills, they will also be thrown into confusion.
Liudu City and the Beilong Hall surround the rebel army, and the encirclement is gradually shrinking, with cries of woe everywhere.
The flames of war in the palace have not yet subsided. The general is so anxious that his eyes turn red. Looking at theseDifficult "martial arts savages", he secretly makes a decision. He kicks away the person from the Beilong Hall in front of him, steps back, grabs his deputy, and whispers something in his ear.
The deputy suddenly smiles and nods.
The momentum of the rebel army is not as strong as that of Liudu City and the Beilong Hall, showing a sign of defeat.
Yu Chi Feng thrusts his long sword into the chest of the person in front of him, his eyes icy. Seeing the terrified expression of that person, he raises his hand to wipe away the blood that has splashed on his face.
"You... Beilong Hall... Damn you..." The person's breath has not yet cut off, and with red eyes, he utters a sentence filled with hatred.
Yu Chi Feng sneers, withdraws his long sword, and the gushing blood takes away his last bit of life.
"The ones who should die are you."
It seems that the outcome of the battle has been decided. But at this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounds from within the rebel army. The group of troops that originally belonged to the imperial court immediately charges towards the weakest point of the Beilong Hall, seemingly desperate to break through and find a way out.
The Beilong Hall naturally cannot stop this group of desperate people. After a few shrill screams, the rebels really break through!
"Don't panic! Don't chase the defeated enemies! Don't break the encirclement!" Yu Chi Feng roars. The people of the Beilong Hall immediately block the breach again and stop the remaining people within the encirclement.
But the remaining people within the encirclement are actually only the members of the Yanlong Hall!
Those imperial rebel troops have actually abandoned them and run into the imperial city alone!
"Tsk, not unexpected." Yu Chi Feng clicks his tongue and says.
The encirclement of Liudu City and the Beilong Hall tightens again. Just when the people of the Yanlong Hall are about to give up their weapons and surrender, a killing intent suddenly attacks from the shadows!
A black figure moves like a ghost, fiercely attacking Feng Tingliu's back.
"Danger!" Yu Chi Feng's pupils suddenly contract. With a stomp of his foot, he rushes towards Feng Tingliu's direction.
Feng Tingliu is unable to react in time, but he has already turned around.
Yu Chi Feng's sword collides with the weapon of the attacker, sparking a flash that reveals a pair of sinister eyes under the black cape.
Feng Tingliu's eyes widen, and he tightly grips the Fengliu Sword in his hand.
The attacker is actually the old Devil Sect Leader, Feng Yan!