C586 Surrounded

Since Zhang Jingxuan had already left, his friends had no reason to fight with their lives on the line. All of them rushed forward and fled.

Lee Hongji's men and the people from the Qing Dynasty did not have any deep grudges with these people. Since the leaders were not present, they naturally did not have much motivation to fight with these guys who had killed so many people.

But even so, there were still some people who stayed here for the time being or for the rest of their lives.

Pan Feng was riddled with injuries. If others wanted him to run away, he was afraid that he would die along the way. He was captured by the burly man of Qing Dynasty who used the iron pestle, and couldn't move at all.

As for the old and the young Taoist, they didn't seem to be seriously injured. Perhaps it was because they didn't forget to fight during the battle, but in the end, they were also hit by the enemy's acupuncture points, and were captured in one fell swoop.

Other than that, it was that Nangong Shicai. He ordered his men to attack separately, and everyone acted according to his plan. He himself rushed to the place where the enemies were the most concentrated. It was also to reduce the pressure on his friends. However, in this way, he was also surrounded.

Because his opponents could tell that he was the leader of this side, capturing him was naturally a great merit, so they all flocked over.

Nangong Shicai's opponents' martial arts were naturally not weak either, and they had more people on their side. In a fight, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. He rushed back and forth several times, but he was still unable to escape from the encirclement of his opponents. Because some of his teammates had escaped, there were even more enemies around him. There was a guy with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheeks under Lee Hongji who could not intervene. He could only shout out verbally. "The Nangong family is a dog that has been drunk by others, why are you still trying to be a hero here? If you know what's good for you, just surrender and save us the trouble of attacking you."

Usually, Nangong Shicai would speak in a low voice, but at this moment, his eyes were wide open with anger. When he heard someone insult the Nangong family like this, he immediately rushed towards the direction of the person who just spoke. This gave the guy who spoke so quickly a scare.

However, there were too many people surrounding him. Nangong Shicai only managed to take five or six steps before he could no longer move forward. Furthermore, there were two additional blood grooves on his body. The monkey-faced fellow smiled coyly. "You overestimate yourself. There are so many of us brothers here. Do you think you can overturn the heavens? You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I just like this fellow. Later on, I'll take him down. I still have to serve him well and let you know... "

His words stopped at this point. No one would ever know what he wanted Nangong Shicai to know.

Right at this moment, Nangong Shicai's body suddenly shrunk inwards. Then, he shrunk inwards once more. If that was the case, Nangong Shicai's body had already shrunk to the size of a child. The people beside him had already sensed a kind of danger, but all the companions behind him were blocking his path. They couldn't retreat even if they wanted to.

Immediately after that, blood blossomed from Nangong Shicai's chest, spraying out indiscriminately in all directions. The flower of blood was like a bright red blade, shooting out in all directions.

A burly man who was close to ___ wanted to use the Ghost Head Blade in his hand to block the blood flower, but the blood flower was like a divine weapon. Ghost Head Blade! It was easily cut off like a tree branch, and at the same time, his arm and body were also cut off. Even until his death, his eyes still revealed an inexplicable expression, as if everything was just an illusion.

Indeed, everything seemed so unreal.

Nangong Shicai sacrificed his blood to form a divine weapon. Blood burst out from his chest. With him as the center, he drew an arc in the air. Everything within the range of this line was ruthlessly cut into two. Among them was the monkey-faced man with many mouths on his side. He didn't even know how he died.

His face was fair, and he usually spoke softly. In addition, Nangong Shicai, who was afraid of heights, had a firm and unyielding heart.

No one even knew the name of this secret technique of the Nangong family. And no one had ever seen it before. But now, it was carrying the fury of Nangong Shicai and even the Nangong family. It roared, roared, and rushed in front of everyone in the world! It had brought them shock and death.

At that moment, there were only a few people left who were still fighting. They couldn't help but stop the weapons in their hands. Their eyes were a bit dull, because some things were beyond their understanding. The shock and reverence they brought would be so shocking.

The sixteen people who were surrounding Nangong Shicai had all turned into remnant souls. Among these sixteen people, at least two or three of them were on par with Nangong Shicai in terms of martial arts. Four or five of them were only slightly weaker than Nangong Shicai. As for the remaining ones, they all had their own skills to rely on. However, at that moment... There was no difference between them. The expressions on their faces were not even that of fear. Instead, it was disbelief and disbelief. Before their expressions could turn into fear... They could no longer have the time to change their expressions.

Nangong Shicai's death had brought life to their comrades who were still at the scene. Because other than the few people who had been captured, no one wanted to force the opponents who were struggling to survive. What if the opponent also used the same trick? Originally, because Lee Hongji was in charge, his subordinates were putting in more effort. Now, they started to shrink back.

When Monk Kuiguang and Ye Yingjiu turned around, it was already night time. Above the Qixia Ridge, the sky was filled with multicolored light. It was beautiful, but somehow, it added a bit of killing intent.

After the two of them asked, other than Nangong Shicai's death, even Kuan Jiangjing had taken advantage of the chaos to escape. He had only caught two or three big cats.

Monk Kuiguang and Ye Yingjiu did not look good. They were still hesitating if they should chase after that group of people, but they saw Ye Xiangqi quietly landing beside them.

Ye Xiangqi should be in his fifties, but he seemed to be in his prime. He was not tall, his face was thin, and his eyes were slightly sunken. He liked to squint when he looked at things. However, judging from his appearance, perhaps no one would be able to tell that he was a rare martial grandmaster in the world. Yet, just by standing there casually, he made people feel like they were looking up to him. If he were to release his pressure, he was only afraid that many people would directly prostrate themselves on the ground.

"Where's Zhang Jingxuan?"

The first question Ye Xiangqi asked was Zhang Jingxuan, not his son.

Ye Yingjiu was like a tree stump that did not make a sound for a long time. Monk Kuiguang could only answer helplessly.

"That kid has fallen off the cliff, and he suffered two severe injuries from Young Master Ye and Mr. Ye. I believe he has already died at the bottom of the cliff. However, Young Master Ye has also been injured by the Breeze Stronghold's thieves. This is what we are worried about. We didn't want to delay any longer, so we quickly came back."