Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Miao Yifeng's heart suddenly turned cold.

He knew that the young man's Kung Fu in front of him was definitely not inferior to his own.

With a broken arm and internal injuries, he truly had no strength left to fight against this rising first-rank expert.

The Sword Emperor made a swift decision and turned to flee.

At this point, any talk of martial arts dignity was nonsense.

The Sword Emperor had already realized that he was trapped by the opponent's encirclement.

Sure enough, the Sword Emperor had not run two kilometers when he saw a woman.

The woman was dressed in a long purple dress, her face fresh and elegant, exuding an aura of unapproachable majesty.

This woman was like a rising sun.

Even on this serene moonlit night, her entire being seemed to be burning with flames.

The Sword Emperor was terrified.

This woman was none other than An Zichen of the Dragon King Hall, who had stood firm and unyielding in the struggle against the Heavenly Demon Alliance for years.

And behind An Zichen stood an even more powerful and unfathomable An Longwang.

The Sword Emperor still did not know that An Zichen was An Longwang.

However, even in his prime, he could not match An Zichen's Kung Fu.

Let alone now, with his internal organs severely injured and vomiting blood, and a broken arm.

An Zichen, with her long hair draping over her shoulders, looked at the Sword Emperor calmly.

In the moonlit night, she appeared like a deity.

She did not speak, nor did she raise her hand.

The Sword Emperor cautiously retreated, stepped back five or six steps, and suddenly turned to run.

This was Yang Fei's plan.

The Sword Emperor with a blade in hand was truly hard to defeat.

If they forcibly tried to capture him, he might fight to the death, and someone could get hurt.

So, Yang Fei made a call to Xue Mingtai, and the two devised this plan.

First, Yang Fei would fight him, depleting his Essence Qi.

Then, experts would surround him from all sides, attacking the Sword Emperor's Martial Will.

If a martial artist's Martial Will does not suffer setbacks, they will fight to the death and never admit defeat.

The key to defeating a martial arts master is to break their Martial Will.

Xue Mingtai agreed with Yang Fei's opinion but disagreed with Yang Fei personally fighting the Sword Emperor.

After all, Yang Fei was only a Danjin expert, and fighting the Sword Emperor was too dangerous.

However, Yang Fei was very stubborn.

The path of martial arts is to defy fate, inherently about using life-and-death risks to challenge one's limits.

If one is afraid of death, they might as well go home and hold their child.

Moreover, Yang Fei had broken through the Elephant Pulse, greatly advancing in martial arts.

He had fought the Sword Emperor several times and gained an understanding of the Sword Emperor's terrifying sword techniques.

Yang Fei believed even if he could not defeat the Sword Emperor, he would not die at his hands.

Xue Mingtai could not argue with Yang Fei, so he had to agree.

However, what surprised everyone was.

The Sword Emperor was severely defeated and fled from Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei and the Sword Emperor engaged three times.

The first time was under the Zhonghai Origin Building, almost dying at the Sword Emperor's hand if not for Uncle Fuu's intervention.

The second time was under the archway of Yinxue Tower, with the assistance of the Changfeng Squad, Yang Fei could barely contend with the Sword Emperor.

But this time, Yang Fei rightfully defeated the Sword Emperor with his martial arts skills.

And the Sword Emperor's Martial Will suffered a devastating blow.

This would be difficult to recover from for a long time.

Otherwise, whether it was Xue Mingtai or An Zichen, they could not have made the Sword Emperor flee without a fight.

In fact, An Zichen's internal injuries had not yet healed.

Though her Martial Arts Realm was high, she could not fully exert her strength, and her combat power was lower than Xue Mingtai's.

The Sword Emperor, like a panicked rabbit, broke through towards the northwest.

He had just run two kilometers when he heard a long howl, with Sword Qi soaring to the skies.

A sharp and chilling killing intent came sweeping over him.

The Sword Emperor was startled and halted his steps.

At the foot of the hillside, the Sword Emperor pointed his longsword diagonally.

"Junior brother, today I will clean the sect for the master."

The Sword Emperor's face changed repeatedly.

The Sword Emperor's Sword Gang had reached great achievement, with his martial arts skills on par with his own.

If he encountered him usually, the Sword Emperor naturally would not be afraid.

However, now that he was severely injured, fighting the Sword Emperor was simply courting death.

The Sword Emperor remained silent and turned to retreat.

He also knew that the Demon Emperor selling Huaxia people's genetic maps was utterly despicable.

Now hearing the Sword Emperor's rebuke, the Sword Emperor was speechless.

The Sword Emperor sneered coldly: "Junior brother, I advise you to surrender."

"Red Leaf Villa is already surrounded by the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions' special forces, countless snipers lurk in the woods. If you don't surrender, it's a dead end."

The Sword Emperor turned around calmly.

"Senior brother, do you think I can still turn back?"

Under the moonlight, the Sword Emperor's eyes were extremely sharp.

"My brother, Professor Chen, is still waiting for me."

"Even if I have to risk my life, I will break through and take him away."

At this moment, the Martial Will of the Sword Emperor, which had been shattered by Yang Fei, miraculously restored.

The hot blood in his chest burned fiercely.

The Sword Emperor also sensed the Sword Emperor's desperate killing intent and sighed deeply.

"Junior brother, I know you are deeply affectionate and righteous."

"However, Professor Chen's crimes are grievous; born as Huaxia people yet serving the Sang Country military."

"Such a person deserves to be punished by anyone; don't persist in your delusion."

The Sword Emperor sneered: "In your eyes, the professor's crimes are grievous, unforgivable."

"However, the first warmth in my life came from him."

"To me, even if the whole world is destroyed, what does it matter to me?"

"I only know that when I was desperate, when I was humiliated and near-starving, everyone turned a blind eye."

"Only the professor took my hand and fought against fate and injustice with me."

At this, the Sword Emperor laughed heartily.

"Even if I die for the professor, so what?"

"Without him, there would be no Sword Emperor today."

"Today I give this life to the professor; let's see who dares to stop me!"

After saying this, the Sword Emperor brandished his blade, with Gang Wind howling, and charged straight towards the Sword Emperor.

Holding the sword in his right hand, the blade light was like snow, surprisingly not slower than with his left hand, the blade's edge entwined with Gang Wind, its power astounding.

The Sword Emperor sighed, his longsword with Gang Wind howling, and clashed with the Sword Emperor.

Blade and sword clashed with a clattering sound, Gang Wind howling.

The debris of grass and wood caught in the combat flew everywhere.

To the northwest, An Zichen's elegant and out-of-this-world silhouette appeared beside a bush.

To the southeast, Xue Mingtai stood with his hands behind his back, like a jade tree in the wind, observing the battle indifferently.

In the east, Yang Fei leaned on the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army with a look of regret.

Whiz!

In the fierce battle, the Sword Emperor's longsword's cold light surged.

Only the Sword Emperor let out a muffled groan, staggering back.

A shallow sword mark appeared on his neck, with blood gushing out.

The Sword Emperor stroked the longsword and said faintly, "Are you still not turning back?"

The Sword Emperor raised his long blade upright and charged forward fiercely: "Those who block me will die!"

The Sword Emperor snorted coldly.

"If I defeat you now, it would be an unworthy victory. Turn back, don't force me to kill you."

The Sword Emperor seemed not to hear, his blade light like snow, continued to charge towards the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor sighed and wielded his longsword, the sword light bright.

In an instant, he disrupted the Sword Emperor's blade momentum, and with two swift strokes left blood marks on the Sword Emperor's arm and thigh.

Yang Fei sighed regretfully, nodded to An Zichen and Xue Mingtai.

"Let's make a move together; at least we can save his life."

"If he charges down the mountain, he will be shot dead by snipers."