A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

At this moment, the surrounding environment seemed to be affected by this powerful force. Strong winds raged across the open field, blowing sand and dust all over the sky.

The ancient city walls hummed in the wind, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. The sky was covered with dark clouds, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

Little Siting looked no more than seven years old, with a delicate and pretty face. Her black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering slightly.

His eyes were as bright as the stars, flashing with determination and intelligence. Under the small nose, the cherry mouth was slightly pursed, revealing a stubborn spirit. She was wearing a light blue dress with a white ribbon tied around her waist, which made her figure more graceful.

Sikong Yan was only twelve years old, but he was calm beyond his years. His hair was slightly curly and shiny black.

On his round face, a pair of big eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see through people's hearts. His lips were slightly raised, with a confident smile. He was wearing a set of cyan tights, and his small body exuded a strong aura.

"How is this possible!" The Imperial Master was shocked, his eyes widened to the size of copper bells, his face full of disbelief. His lips trembled slightly, and a strong shock surged in his heart.

The others stabbed and hacked at the Imperial Master recklessly, brandishing their weapons vigorously. However, their attacks were like a drop in the ocean, and were of no avail.

When they found out that Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan could fight against the Imperial Master together, they were all extremely surprised. Some of them opened their mouths as wide as if they could fit an egg in them; some stared with their eyes wide open, their eyes full of astonishment; and some unconsciously dropped their weapons to the ground, making a crisp sound.

At this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps came from afar, as if the earth was shaking. Everyone looked over and saw a group of heavily armored soldiers approaching quickly with neat steps.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the dim light, and the weapons in their hands exuded a chilling aura. As they approached, a strong sense of oppression came over them.

The Imperial Master was extremely angry, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks were puffed up.

His hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, showing his extreme anger. He thought to himself: I have been practicing this skill for more than ten or twenty years, and I have only succeeded after so much hardship! And the two little kids in front of him, one is twelve and the other is just seven years old, their hair has not even grown out. They can actually resist 50% of his power! This talent is so extraordinary that it is hard to imagine.

The Imperial Master was jealous and hateful, his eyes flashing with jealousy and resentment. His body was trembling slightly, as if he would explode at any time. He thought to himself: If this happens, I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch the throne! No, I must kill them!

Xiao Sizha shouted tenderly, "Suck it!" His eyes were firm and sharp, like two sharp swords. She stretched out her hands, her palms facing the palm power of the national master. The national master saw that the palm power he sent out was sucked into the palms of Xiao Sizha and Sikong Dang and integrated into their bodies.

Their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were bearing a huge force. As the force was absorbed, they grew a lot. Sikong Yan grew to ten feet tall, and his figure was as tall as a towering mountain. Xiao Sizhe's four-foot body also grew to six feet, and his figure became more graceful, like a blooming flower.

"What kind of Kung Fu is this?" The national teacher and everyone else asked in surprise! They all showed expressions of astonishment and confusion on their faces.

Their eyes were fixed on Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan, as if they were looking at two monsters. The wind around them seemed to be even stronger, making everyone's clothes rustle. The oppressive atmosphere was like a heavy dark cloud, hanging over everyone's heart.

The night was as dark as ink, with only a few stars twinkling faintly in the sky. The cold moonlight fell on the earth, adding a touch of mystery and gloom to the scene.

How could anyone have imagined that the seemingly ordinary palm wind was actually the 50% internal strength of the national teacher. Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan looked solemn, and when the palm wind came, their eyes instantly became as sharp as hawks, and they locked onto that powerful force.

Xiao Sizhe slightly turned her body, the corners of her clothes fluttering gently in the wind, and the edges of her clothes glowed with a faint silvery luster in the moonlight.

His hair also lifted slightly with the wind, and a few strands brushed against his tense cheeks. Sikong Yan quickly stretched out his hands and faced the palm wind at a clever angle.

His fingers were slightly bent, as if touching invisible threads, transforming the powerful internal force bit by bit, then absorbing it into his body and quickly applying it to his own martial arts field.

The veins on Sikong Yan's hands were slightly bulging, showing that he was trying his best to control this powerful force.

The air around them seemed to tremble slightly because of their actions, and the leaves rustled, as if they were whispering for this fierce contest. Each leaf was like a small note, playing this tense melody together.

The Imperial Master narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Even if you can absorb my inner strength, what can it do? Your small bodies will explode and die without long-term training. Haha, let's see how long you can hold on?"

The arrogant laughter echoed in the air, chilling people. The wind seemed to be disturbed by the laughter, whistling and blowing, raising clouds of dust. The wrinkles on the face of the national teacher were crisscrossed like ravines, and each line seemed to tell of his evil and cruelty.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing the rage that was about to explode. The imperial master's nails shone with a faint black light, as if they were poisoned, which made people shudder.

"What?" Shuangyue's face suddenly changed, her face full of shock, and she shouted: "Yan'er, Xiao Sizhe, quickly release the power you absorbed!" Her voice was full of anxiety and worry.

In the moonlight, Shuangyue looked particularly anxious, her hair flying in the wind, her eyes revealing a complex expression. Shuangyue's lips trembled slightly, her hands were tightly clenched together, her nails dug deep into her palms without her noticing.

The bracelet on Shuangyue's hand flickered with a cold light in the moonlight, as if she was also worried about the tense situation.

Everyone's eyes were all on Shuangyue. Shuangyue's body trembled slightly, and her eyes showed a complicated expression. At this point, Shuangyue's identity had been exposed.

Who would have thought that Shuang Yue was actually Concubine Wan? Everyone was caught off guard and could not have imagined it!

The two little foxes in front of the door and the birds on the eaves jumped and fluttered in surprise, shouting, "Greetings to Concubine Wan, greetings to Concubine Wan..."