Before he could finish his words, Liao Chen suddenly stepped forward, his left arm bumping into his waist, protecting him behind his back with a reverse hand, while his other palm struck the chest of the last swordsman!
At this point, the five swordsmen died.
On the city tower, Yue Liuyi stomped angrily: "Useless! You can’t even handle a Taoist priest and a Xuanyuan Zi! What’s the use of you! Told you to call the protectors from the Sword House! Why show off your skills as disciples!"
These people were not ordinary disciples; they were the most talented swordsmen in the Sword House, otherwise Elder Lu wouldn’t have called them to Pu City.
It’s only to blame Liao Chen and Taoist priest Qing Feng for being too powerful.
After killing the last person, Liao Chen immediately released someone’s waist and used light footwork to leap onto the rooftop.
Taoist priest Qing Feng frowned: "Trying to escape?"
Liao Chen hooked the corner of his lips, speaking casually: "I’m off to kill someone first; after that, I’ll settle accounts with you. By the way, the child is left to you."
With that, he pointed to the alley and disappeared swiftly!
Taoist priest Qing Feng glanced at the child in the alley, too scared to even cry, frowned, and ultimately did not chase Liao Chen.
He walked over and took the child’s small hand.
Outside the city gate, the fierce battle was raging between Hei Fengqi, the Shadow Division, and the Han Family’s Black Cavalry.
Han Wuye was helped to the side by a servant.
He leaned against the cold city wall, sitting on the icy ground, watching one after another of the Han Family’s Black Cavalry fall, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.
Have all these years of persistence been wrong?
Were all his efforts wasted for nothing?
Why, despite being stronger, were they still unable to defeat Hei Fengqi?
The Han Family’s warhorses have better physical qualities than Hei Fengqi; their tolerance to pain far surpassed Hei Fengqi, but Hei Fengqi had an innate will that refused to surrender.
It could endure pain, it could die, but it never retreated!
He thought possessing the strongest warhorses would train unmatched iron cavalry.
But it’s this moment he finally understood, strength does not equal power; perhaps Han Family’s Black Cavalry was truly going to lose.
No, there’s still the Black Demon Horses!
There’s still a chance!
The Black Demon Horses were among the few unaffected on the battlefield, in the prime of their life, young and strong, unwilling to lose to an old horse.
It wanted to reclaim its king-of-horses position.
It launched the fiercest attack on the Black Wind King!
With its speed and explosive force, it was bound to take half the life of the Black Wind King.
Those around nervously sweated, but unfortunately, they were caught in battle and couldn’t rush over to save the Black Wind King —
The Black Wind King was slightly panting, watching the warhorse charging toward it, seemingly too exhausted to face this hit.
Its body shook, then powerlessly fell down.
Li Shen’s face changed dramatically: "Black Wind King——"
The Black Demon King crossed over the fallen Black Wind King, proudly and excitedly returning to its position, having defeated this old horse!
It was the true king of warhorses!
It raised its front hooves, proclaiming its absolute domination!
At that moment, the originally downed Black Wind King suddenly leapt up, biting the neck of the Black Demon Horse!
She swiftly took out a Mechanism Box, throwing it toward the dense hidden weapons!
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