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The Marquis of Qi led the King of Yan through the streets and alleys that had faded from prosperity and arrived at the door of his own mansion.

The door creaked open, and a cold breath hit him, which was completely different from the peaceful atmosphere of the mansion on weekdays.

Entering the mansion, the surroundings were almost eerie, and only the occasional sound of drums from afar broke the tranquility.

The Marquis of Qi walked in front, his figure swaying under the reflection of the dim lanterns, and every step seemed to be stepping on an unknown fate.

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 a pair of eyes shining in the dark, revealing an elusive depth and ferocity.

The King of Yan felt a tightness in his heart, and secretly speculated, could these people be the so-called hermit masters mentioned by the Marquis of Qi?

"Brother King Yan, let me introduce you to these people. These are the helpers I mentioned." King Qi said, but his words were less sincere than before, and more unsettlingly cold.

King Yan took a step forward and tried to see their true faces with the weak light, but found that they deliberately kept their distance and did not want to reveal their identities. He tried to ease the atmosphere and asked: "What are your names, where do you practice? Why did you choose to come out at this moment to help us overcome difficulties?"

Unexpectedly, one of the burly men in bamboo hats suddenly took off his bamboo hat, revealing a face covered with scars, which looked particularly hideous in the dim light.

He sneered: "Endless Sea, Taoist Tianqiong!"

Before he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to solidify instantly, the momentum of those people suddenly rose, and the evil breath spread like a substance.

The King of Yan was shocked. He never thought that the Marquis of Qi would bring a wolf into the house and collude with the devil.

The King of Yan took a half step back, with surprise and anger in his eyes: "Marquis of Qi, what do you mean? You and I are both royal relatives, how can you do such a rebellious act?"

The Marquis of Qi laughed grimly, revealing the sinister cunning behind his originally gentle face: "Brother King of Yan, those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters."

"Now the situation inside and outside the court is complicated, and Empress Wu is in power. Only with the help of powerful forces can we turn things around. This move is my choice after careful consideration."

"But do you know how terrible the consequences will be if you join forces with the devil?" The King of Yan asked back, with questioning and accusations in his words.

The Marquis of Qi smiled coldly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes: "Brother King Yan, at this critical moment of life and death, if you shrink back, you will be slaughtered. Join us, at least there is still a chance of survival; if you refuse, you will be doomed. Make your choice!"

King Yan looked around, and the eyes of those demons were like hungry wolves staring at their prey.

"Even so, I, Yan, would rather die in battle than go along with the evil ways!" King Yan straightened his back and spoke out his decision in a loud voice.

Before he finished speaking, the tense atmosphere in the air almost condensed into a solid, and the twoThe situation was tense.

At this critical moment, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Marquis of Qi, and he took the lead in attacking the King of Yan. His figure rose like a gust of wind, and the long sword in his hand cut through the night sky, heading straight for the throat of the King of Yan.

The King of Yan was quick-witted and dodged the sword, and quietly unsheathed the Qinghong Sword in his hand, blocking the continuous attack of the Marquis of Qi in a flash.

"You are a traitor who betrays his own people!" The King of Yan roared in grief and anger while swinging his sword to resist.

The moonlight sprinkled on the tip of his sword, reflecting a dazzling cold light, illuminating his resolute face.

The Marquis of Qi had a distorted face, and gritted his teeth and responded: "Success is the king, and failure is the bandit, King of Yan, don't blame me!"

He increased his strength and his attack became more fierce, but he was obviously tired, and the gaps between his moves were getting bigger and bigger.

The endless sea demons around them laughed mockingly at this. They seemed not eager to intervene, but were happy to see the King of Qi and the King of Yan both lose.

The Taoist of the Sky had a sinister smile on his face, and his eyes were always fixed on the King of Yan in the fierce battle.

Seeing that the King of Qi was gradually losing the upper hand, the Taoist of the Sky raised his eyebrows contemptuously, and a strong demonic energy emerged from his body.

He slowly drew out the black long sword from his waist, and the sword body was flowing with a dark blue light, which was a terrifying power that devoured the soul.

He took a step forward, the ground trembled slightly, and his figure was in front of the King of Yan in an instant. The magic sword was wrapped with endless murderous intent, and went straight to the heart of the King of Yan.

The King of Yan keenly captured the fatal crisis behind him. He turned around suddenly, relying on his deep combat experience and excellent swordsmanship, and narrowly avoided the fatal blow of the Taoist of the Sky.

The two swords collided in the air, sparking a brilliant spark, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning metal.

"Hmph, you have some ability."

The Taoist of the Sky sneered, and his offensive became more and more violent. Every swing of the sword was mixed with an indescribable evil power, trying to disintegrate the defense of the King of Yan.

The King of Yan responded calmly, and every dodging and evasion was just right. His sword dance was like a flying dragon and snake, blocking and counterattacking accurately again and again. The spiritual energy in his body flowed, dissolving all the attacks of the Taoist of the Sky.

When the King of Qi saw this, his fear and unwillingness were intertwined. He struggled to rush towards the King of Yan again, trying to take advantage of the chaos to attack.

However, facing the pincer attack from both sides, the King of Yan was not panicked, but instead stimulated a stronger power under pressure. He looked for opportunities in the sword dance and suddenly launched a counterattack, pointing directly at the King of Qi.

The Duke of Qi was forced to retreat again and again, and the collar of his shirt was torn by the sword, revealing a deep blood mark.

At the same time, the King of Yan did not show any weakness in the face of the Taoist Tianqiong's strong attack. He found the right time and stabbed his sword at his wrist, forcing him to withdraw his sword to save himself.

The Taoist Tianqiong groaned in pain, and the severe pain in his wrist caused the magic sword in his hand to lose its aim instantly, falling to the ground with sparks flying.

His face instantly turned pale, and the flames of anger and humiliation flashed in his deep eyes.

"How dare a mere mortal be so presumptuous in front of me, Taoist Tianqiong!"

He roared, the demonic energy around him boiling, like a storm in the dark night gathering around him, an indescribable powerful pressure swept across the entire palace courtyard.

He formed seals with both hands, his figure suddenly became larger, pressing down like a mountain, a destructive force gathered in his palms, and slapped the head of King Yan.

King Yan concentrated his mind and gathered his energy, his steps were as light as a cat, and he cleverly dodged the thunderbolt.

He directly blocked the attack of Taoist Tianqiong, and the King of Qi, who saw this scene, widened his eyes, "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?".