Chapter 1705: A Fierce Battle

gdom, making it vanish from the world overnight. Now, Zi Ling is a god-like figure in the hearts of the people, his influence rivaling that of Mo Yun Jing.Therefore, in this situation, if the emperor...Moreover, judging by his skill and bearing, he doesn't look like an old man at all.

It's clearly just young people pretending to be something else.

Thinking of this so-called 'old man' being a fake, the black-clothed men's faces grew increasingly grim, their entire bodies radiating an intense aura of malice.

They finally became alert, the leader among them looking at his dead brother, then raising a sword in his hand and roaring:

"Everybody, kill them all."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the group of black-clad men went berserk, brandishing their swords and charging at Feng Ming and An Xue Tang once more.

They put on a bold front, but Feng Ming and An Xue Tang only exchanged a nonchalant glance, their demeanor utterly calm, as if they didn't regard this group of black-clad men at all.

But those men in black seemed to have guessed that the "old woman" sitting steadily on horseback was the most important person on this trip.

So the swords in their hands all flew towards An Xuetang.

Even more, two people tried to entangle Feng Ming, so that others would attack the "old woman" on horseback.

Seeing through their intentions, Feng Ming tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, a sarcastic smile playing at the corner of his lips. His dark and deep eyes held a ferocious aura that threatened to destroy heaven and earth, "Heh."

As the laughter subsided, his speed was so swift that this group of people were caught completely off guard. The two men in black who tried to engage him didn't even have time to make a move before they both fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the expressions of others changed drastically.

Clearly, he had never expected Phoenix's martial arts to be so profound and unfathomable.

The lightness of their acrobatics and the speed of their attack were unlike anything they had ever seen in their entire lives.

At this moment, these black-clad men finally realized the presence of death, and they knew that with just their dozen or so people's skills...

He is no match for this 'old man' at all. Staying here would only make him a soul beneath his sword.

Once he understood this, the leader immediately shouted, "Everyone, retreat!"

But before he could finish his words, Feng Ming was still watching An Xuetang's expression, wondering if she would let these people go.

But as he turned his head, a smile played on An Xuetang's lips.

Her gaze fell on the man's back, seeing that he was about to leave. An Xuetang still calmly held the reins with her left hand, sitting steadily on horseback, while her right hand held the dagger that Mo Yunjing had given her.

She slowly raised the dagger in her hand, aimed it at the black-clothed man who was trying to fly away using light skills, and pressed the hidden button on the hilt without saying a word.

Suddenly, several silver needles shot out from the dagger's shaft, striking with pinpoint accuracy at several pressure points on the black-clad man's back.

After being struck, the black-clothed man instantly lost control of his strength. He stopped mid-air before plummeting straight down.

An Xuetang's cherry lips were always curled into a knowing smile. Seeing this man in black fall, she didn't flinch or move her arm away. She seemed unaffected, as if this man in black hadn't been brought down by her at all.

The other black-clothed men, seeing their leader fall, all rushed to pull him up and carry him away.

By this time, Feng Ming had already seen An Xue Tang's intentions. How could he allow these people a chance to leave

He used light kung fu, as if teleporting, to quickly rush to the side of these black-clad men and pointed at their acupoints, making them stiff in place, unable to move.

An Xuetang only then dismounted.

With an unruffled expression, he took slow, deliberate steps towards the group of people.

At this time, the several subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion had also killed all those who were entangled with them. They also walked behind An Xuetang and looked around vigilantly.

Feng Ming's eyes held a hint of disapproval, glancing at An Xue Tang. The look seemed to say: These people are not worthy of her personal intervention.

An Xuetang smiled at him, then turned her head, lightly raised her eyelids, and coldly glanced at the several men in black, especially the one lying on the ground.

Her condescending air couldn't help but inspire a sense of submission in those who beheld her.

These men in black stared at her, from her appearance she clearly looked like an 'old woman', yet her eyes were so intimidating.

The man in black lying on the ground knew they had met a tough opponent this time.

But now that it has fallen into their hands, he can only try to stay calm for now.

His eyes were fixed on An Xue Tang's face, waiting to see what she would do next.

An Xuetang was not in a hurry to make any moves. At this time, she looked at their faces thoughtfully.

These people's features clearly belong to those from the Western Liang Kingdom.

She raised an eyebrow, her voice as cold as ice, "You are from Xizi P'an-er."

She used a declarative sentence, and sure enough, the leader of the group, seeing her hit the nail on the head, had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Although it was just for a moment, An Xuetang, who was good at observing subtle changes in people's expressions, still caught it.

From the fleeting look in his eyes, An Xue Tang knew she was right.

These people must have been sent by Xizi to kill her.

It stands to reason that it shouldn't be this way.

She and Fengming appeared in the capital of Xiliang, but no one knew about it.

And with her and Fengming's current appearances having changed, it would be difficult for ordinary people to recognize them.

So Xizi could not possibly know her and Fengming's identities, but why would she send people to hunt them down

Thinking this way, An Xuetang smoothed her skirt and slowly crouched down. The dagger in her hand was directly against the man's neck. "Say, why did you want to kill us"

The man glared at her, "Our prince wants you dead, you will die."

Well... with things having come to this, with the person already in her hands, they still dare to threaten her.

An Xuetang smiled helplessly, wanting to squeeze out some more information from them. But looking at their attitude, she knew these people were probably dead soldiers cultivated by Xi Zihua.

No matter how hard she pressed them, no matter what means she used, it was unlikely she could get a word out of them.

Thinking about this, she suddenly raised the dagger in her hand, intending to slash across the person's carotid artery.

The dagger hung suspended in mid-air, but she couldn't remember what had come to mind. After a moment, she slowly retracted the dagger.

"Seeing her stand up and look at Feng Ming, she blinked and said, “Brother, you should do it.”

"...."

An Xue Tang finished speaking and took several steps back. Feng Ming watched her like that, and immediately laughed in anger.

As An Xuetang's elder brother, he naturally knew the reason behind her actions.

Isn't she afraid that the blood of these people will splash onto her

After all, they are now setting out to find Mo Yunjing.

She was afraid that if she found Mo Yunjing after, and she had blood on her body, it would worry him.

Thinking that even her sister had thought of such a thing, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Mo Yunjing.

It seems that he and Moyun Jing are bound to have a fierce battle.

After finding Mo Yunjing, she insisted on scolding him for his actions towards A Tang. If not for him, why would A Tang have to appear in this desolate wilderness in the middle of the nightight with his own body.Eleven: "..."He hurriedly bowed his head and cleared his throat, "Whatever mistress Eleven needs, please instruct me."An Xue Tang wanted to speak with Eleventh, but Mo Yun Jing...