Feng Yan has actually arrived at the battlefield outside the imperial city!
Following him, the old Evil Cult emerged in a swarm from the shadows.
Feng Yan lifted his cloak, revealing his face covered with strange demonic patterns and his sinister eyes that stared fixedly at Feng Tingliu.
"You brat is still alive. It's beyond my expectation." Feng Yan's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, making people's backs tingle with fear.
"I won't die before I kill you." Feng Tingliu's eyes blazed, and suddenly he grasped the long sword in his hand and lunged at Feng Yan!
However, Feng Yan was agile. He forcefully shook off Yu Chi Feng's sword and dodged Feng Tingliu's attack.
The Evil Cult joined the chaotic battle, and the originally desperate members of the Yanlong Hall regained their spirits and fought back. But the people of Yanlong Hall soon discovered that the Evil Cult seemed to have no intention of helping them.
Feng Yan's attacks were fierce. The long knife in his hand was like a butcher's cleaver, slashing brutally towards Feng Tingliu.
Yu Chi Feng and Feng Tingliu resisted simultaneously. Their twin swords joined forces and collided with the heavy cleaver.
Feng Yan grinned and said, "I have no grudge against you, but you are so persistent for that brat Feng Che."
"No grudge?" Feng Tingliu snorted. Without stopping the movement of his long sword, he attacked Feng Yan again, "Although I don't have a strong sense of national righteousness, today, I, Liu Ducheng, must take care of the chaos caused by the Evil Cult!"
"Naive child." Feng Yan sneered. He swung the cleaver horizontally, blocking Feng Liu Sword in front of him. The collision of the swords made a clear sound, but it also caused a buzzing in people's ears.
"The grudges of your Evil Cult for sowing discord will not be forgiven by our Beilong Hall!" Yu Chi Feng was not to be outdone. Taking advantage of Feng Yan's entanglement with Feng Tingliu, he swung his sword heavily!
"Hmph! It's the same even if there's one more!" Feng Yan was not flustered. He exerted a strong force and shook off Feng Tingliu's sword. Then he turned around and blocked Yu Chi Feng's attack.
As the leader of the old Evil Cult, Feng Yan's strength should not be underestimated.
The two did not give up. When Feng Yan had not yet had time to react, they attacked fiercely again!
The light and heavy swords cut through the air with a rustling sound, directly aiming at Feng Yan's face!
"Heh! Useless resistance!" Feng Yan calmly raised his sword to defend. However, the force of the two swords was so fierce that he actually took two steps back. His wrist trembled slightly, and his tiger's mouth felt numb. The smile at the corner of Feng Yan's mouth paused for a moment, and then the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger. He sneered and said, "You have some skills."
How could the two let go of the gap when he retreated? They attacked again. But Feng Yan seemed to have already anticipated their actions. Even though his arm was numb from the shock, he still managed to withstand the powerful attack of the two.
Just when the attacks of both sides were evenly matched, suddenly a sword energy carrying a killing intent whistled over. Although Feng Yan retreated two steps in time, he was still unable to avoid it. His arm was cut by the sword energy.
Blood gushed out and spilled on the ground. Feng Yan's sleeve also broke apart, revealing an arm covered with strange demonic patterns.
"Tsk." Feng Yan looked up and saw Xia Yi, dressed as a young man in white, but holding a heavy sword dripping with blood, "Three against one. Your Liu Ducheng is really not playing fair."
"Ha, the leader of the old Evil Cult actually says others are not playing fair. What a big joke." Xia Yi raised his eyebrows. He forcefully inserted the heavy sword, which was almost as tall as him, into the ground, but assumed an attacking stance, "In our Liu Ducheng, there is no such thing as leaving a brother behind and running away by oneself."
"One more is the same. Come together." Feng Yan did not care about the blood flowing from his arm. He raised his head andprovocativeed the three.
The four were engaged in a fierce battle, while on the other side, Liu Ducheng was also in a chaotic battle with the old Evil Cult and Yanlong Hall.
The martial arts of the Evil Cult and the people in the martial arts world were not different. It seemed that the reversed internal energy did not affect them at all. Instead, it made them more emotional and more ruthless. The old Evil Cult did not seem to care about the situation of the people in Yanlong Hall. Even when the people in Yanlong Hall got in their way, they would attack the people in Yanlong Hall, catching them off guard.
Yu Chi Feng naturally noticed this. He shook his long sword, forcing Feng Yan back several steps. Then he turned around, grabbed the person from Yanlong Hall who was about to attack his back, and roared, "Are you still going to work for the Evil Cult and be their pawns!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the battlefield fell strangely silent for a moment, and then the sounds of fighting resumed.
The people of Yanlong Hall did not stop their actions, but their expressions showed more hesitation.
Seeing this, Feng Yan let out a mocking laugh. His eyes were sinister as he said, "Do you think they can still go back? Now that things have come to this, if the Second Prince fails to ascend the throne successfully, everyone present who participated in the rebellion will not have a good ending!"
The people of Yanlong Hall looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and raised their weapons to attack again.
"Even if you succeed, what good ending will Yanlong Hall have! Your collusion with the Evil Cult and rebellion against the court will be known to everyone!" Yu Chi Feng threw the person from Yanlong Hall he had just captured aside and raised his sword to block the sword that was attacking him from behind.
"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. History will be rewritten by the winner!" With a loud roar from Feng Yan, the heavy attack actually turned towards Yu Chi Feng.
"Be careful!" Feng Tingliu exclaimed, afraid that Yu Chi Feng would not be able to handle the attacks coming from both the front and the back.
"You can deceive history, but you cannot deceive the common people and your own conscience!" Yu Chi Feng roared. He kicked the person from Yanlong Hall behind him away and raised his sword to meet Feng Yan's attack.
The swords collided with great force, but did not make a tooHarsh sound.
The Liufeng Sword made of Tianwai Cold Iron only trembled slightly for a moment in this extremely heavy blow. The pitch-black sword body seemed to be about to swallow Feng Yan's cleaver.
After the collision, with a slight cracking sound, a slight crack appeared on Feng Yan's cleaver. In the next moment, the crack suddenly expanded, leaving a deep notch on the blade of the cleaver!
Feng Yan's expression changed drastically. He quickly backed away and narrowed his eyes to look at Yu Chi Feng's Liufeng Sword.
"The Tianwai Cold Iron is so powerful..."
Yu Chi Feng looked at his unscathed sword body, his expression also surprised. Then he looked at Feng Tingliu with great joy.
Feng Tingliu, being looked at like this, raised his eyebrows proudly.
How could Feng Yan remain indifferent after being provoked like this? His eyes were filled with anger as he waved the cleaver and charged towards Yu Chi Feng again. At the same time, the Evil Cult behind Yu Chi Feng seemed to have received an order and attacked from behind him.
Seeing this, Feng Tingliu lightly tapped his feet and jumped up, landing behind Yu Chi Feng to block the attack from behind. Yu Chi Feng then slashed vertically with his long sword, aiming at the notch of Feng Yan's cleaver and attacking again!
With a crisp sound of breaking, the cleaver completely broke into two sections. The upper half even whistled towards Yu Chi Feng's cheek.
Seeing the broken blade flying towards him, Yu Chi Feng did not dare to dodge, afraid of hurting Feng Tingliu behind him.
Yu Chi Feng subconsciously reached out his other hand to try to catch the broken blade, but he was still cut by the broken blade, causing blood to flow. He did not let Feng Tingliu notice. Instead, he threw the broken blade on the ground, covered it with sand by scraping with his feet, and held the hilt of the sword with both hands to hide the wound.
Seeing that he had lost his weapon, Feng Yan subconsciously wanted to turn and run, but the people of Beilong Hall immediately surrounded him, completely blocking his escape route.
At some point, Yanlong Hall and the Evil Cult had already been at a disadvantage. Some people lay on the ground, and some were captured alive, unable to move. The demoralization of Yanlong Hall became the best breakthrough point. Up to now, it is just their own fault.
Feng Yan's eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling with anger.
How could he admit defeat at this point!
The broken knife was abandoned by Feng Yan on the ground. He clenched his fists, let out a hoarse low growl, and charged towards Yu Chi Feng.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Tingliu was right behind Yu Chi Feng. He did not dare to dodge this punch. He pointed his long sword at Feng Yan, planning to take this punch head-on in exchange for Feng Yan's life.
The fist and the sword tip whistled towards the two respectively.
Just when Feng Yan's fist was about to touch Yu Chi Feng's cheek, a fierce sword wind whistled past.
The originally clenched fist suddenly loosened, and then actually fell from Feng Yan's arm to the ground. Blood spurted onto Yu Chi Feng's face. And the bloody arm also stopped about a few inches in front of Yu Chi Feng.
At the same time, the Liufeng Sword pierced Feng Yan's chest. Blood flowed along the sword and slowly dripped, seeping into the ground.
Yu Chi Feng's eyes widened. He involuntarily took a step back, held the sword with both hands, and pulled it out.
Without the obstruction of the sword blade, the blood from Feng Yan's chest immediately gushed out, staining Yu Chi Feng's clothes.
Feng Yan's body fell to the ground. His sinister eyes lost their focus, but the hatred still had not dissipated.
The delusional ambitions of the former leader of the Evil Cult completely collapsed in this instant.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people of the Evil Cult and Yanlong Hall wanted to escape, but they were all captured one after another, waiting to be handed over to the court.
The victory and defeat have been decided. The people of Beilong Hall and Liu Ducheng looked at each other, and cheers erupted from the crowd.
Yu Chi Feng also could not hide the excitement in his eyes. He looked at Feng Tingliu beside him, held the sword with his left hand, and wanted to quickly step forward. But after taking a few steps forward, he realized that he was covered in blood and forcibly stopped.
If it weren't for Feng Tingliu cutting off Feng Yan's hand, then the dying punch from Feng Yan would have landed on Yu Chi Feng's face.
But even so, Feng Tingliu's expression was still ugly. He walked forward, used the Fengliu Sword to pick up the Liufeng Sword, and forcefully shook it off.
The Liufeng Sword fell to the ground, revealing the dark red bloodstain on the hilt and the wound on Yu Chi Feng's palm.
"Hehe..." Yu Chi Feng gave an awkward smile, clenched his hand into a fist, and hid it behind his back.
Feng Tingliu glared at him fiercely, turned to call his subordinate to come and bandage him. At the end, he glared again and sneered, "I'll deal with you after this is over."
Inside the imperial city, the flames of war have not subsided.
The Second Prince stood in the emperor's bedchamber, emitting an almost insane laugh.
He thrust the dagger in his hand into his father's chest. In his father's frightened and regretful gaze, he took his father's life.
Blood stained the bright yellow bedchamber. It flowed down the steps from the bed, staining his clothes and brocade boots, and merging with the pool of blood under the steps.
The bodies of the imperial guards were scattered messily on the ground, and the palace servants were huddled in the pool of blood, shivering and not daring to make a sound.
The Second Prince dropped the dagger in his hand, turned around, spread his arms, and laughed twice.
"From now on, this world is mine!"
"It's too early for Second Brother to say such words."
In the Second Prince's terrified gaze, a leisurely footsteps came from outside the room, followed by a series of painful exclamations. A moment later, the Fifth Prince walked into the imperial bedchamber with a folding fan in his hand, his face wearing his usual smile.
But in this bedchamber filled with corpses, that smile appeared extraordinarily creepy, making people shiver with fear...