I made the villain right.

At that moment, the city gate was knocked open by the silver-armored soldiers outside.

The dull sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Xu Zicheng rode in majestically on his warhorse, his silver armor shining with light.

His eyes were firm and sharp as he scanned everything around him.

When he saw Shi Wei and others, as well as the royal guards and imperial guards behind him, there was a hint of vigilance and alertness in his eyes.

When he thought that it was the enemy troops coming to stop him from entering the city again, he saw Shi Wei and everyone else making way for him.

His heart moved slightly, as if thinking about something. He remembered that the secret letter mentioned that in addition to the spies in the Silver Armor Army, there were also generals in the city to provide support.

The spy in the army was killed with one blow when he went into battle today, so that he would not have the chance to inform the enemy.

He looked at Wei and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Could the person in front of me be General Shi?

After thinking about it, he immediately dismounted and asked, "Are you General Shi? The person who will meet you in the city."

"That's right." Shi Wei responded.

Xu Zicheng put aside his doubts after hearing this, and thought of Prince Jing'an, and asked anxiously, "How is the prince doing?"

Shi Wei said solemnly: "The prince only has a few soldiers in the palace, which is not enough to resist the tens of millions of imperial guards in the palace. The situation is not good. We should hurry into the palace to support him."

Xu Zicheng showed his worry and immediately gave the order: "Some people will stay at the city gate to prevent the enemy reinforcements from entering the city, and some people will follow me into the palace to ask for help."

After saying this, he did not dare to slack off, and immediately jumped on his horse and rushed to the palace, followed by a group of silver-armored soldiers.

At this time, Ma Dongcheng reported to Shi Wei: "General, there is still Wei Dong guarding the north gate. This man has always been meticulous and ruthless. If he finds something wrong and leads his troops to attack, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him."

Shi Wei thought for a moment and said decisively: "Prince, Lord, you also bring people into the palace for support, and I will lead the Imperial Guards to the North Gate to deal with Wei Dong."

Li Muci and Li Zhi looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

Everyone immediately took action, split into two groups, and each rushed to their own battlefield.

At the north gate, the imperial guards waiting there had already grown impatient, with a hint of anxiety and torment on their faces.

Especially Tian Rui, he has been unable to calm down for a long time.

Tian Rui paced back and forth in the team, his brows furrowed, feeling vaguely uneasy.

He kept looking into the distance, then looked at the city gate, as if he was expecting something and worried about something.

"Commander, we've been waiting for so long, and there's no movement at all. In my opinion, the Silver Armor Army will not come." Tian Rui muttered, his tone full of impatience.

Wei Dong frowned slightly and glanced at him. His eyes were sharp as he warned him, "Do you dare to use your life as a guarantee that the Silver Armor Army will not break through from here?"

"You!" Tian Rui was speechless for a moment. He gritted his teeth, still feeling dissatisfied.

Tian Rui's eyes moved slightly, and after thinking for a moment, his tone slowed down a little: "Commander, I will take some people to the South Gate to check the situation first, in case of any accidents, you stay here and guard."

"No." Wei Dong said in a still cold tone.

Tian Rui was furious when he saw that Wei Dong was not convinced no matter what. He pointed at his nose and cursed: "Wei Dong, what do you want to do by obstructing us like this? Are you hiding something or are you a spy sent by the enemy?"

Wei Dong's eyes suddenly darkened, and an undisguised murderous intent emerged in his eyes. He stared at the finger that was pointing at him, as if he wanted to chop that hand off with his sword.

Tian Rui noticed Wei Dong's gaze and quickly withdrew his hand.

At that moment, he felt a little timid.

In an instant, Wei Dong's eyes returned to their previous calmness, and he said, "I have done nothing wrong, so don't slander me. If you insist on going, then go ahead."

When Tian Rui saw Wei Dong put it down, a smile appeared on his face.

After he handpicked a group of people, he was ready to set off.

Wei Dong's eyes focused, his wrist shook violently, and the knife in his hand flew out.

Tian Rui was caught off guard and felt a sharp cold wind blowing from behind.

Before he could react, the knife had already pierced his heart accurately.

Tian Rui's body shook violently. He opened his eyes wide, looking at the knife piercing his heart with astonishment and disbelief.

Blood gushed out from the wound, staining his clothes red. Tian Rui's lips trembled slightly: "Weidong, you are a sinister villain."

He drew his sword and swung it, struggling to kill Wei Dong, but after taking a few steps, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned when they saw this. They looked at Tian Rui's body with fear and shock in their eyes.

Then Wei Dong's cold and resolute voice rang in his ears: "Those who disobey my order will be executed!"

The soldiers who originally wanted to go to the South Gate suddenly dared not move and returned to their original positions obediently.

Wei Dong turned around and said to the crowd, "All the soldiers don't need to stay here, and don't need to serve Prime Minister Qin. He is not worth it."

Wei Dong's remarks confused everyone again.

"Commander, what do you mean?" an imperial guard in the crowd asked bravely.

"It means I'm giving you a chance to choose another wise leader."

The imperial guards looked at each other, some were confused, some were troubled, and some were thoughtful.

Some people in the crowd were also whispering.

Soldier A: "What does the commander mean by that? Is he trying to test our loyalty to him?"

Soldier B: "It should be. Look, the deputy commander was killed by him."

Soldier C: "I don't think so."

After a while, the same imperial guard appeared again. He seemed to have discussed with the imperial guards around him. He said, "We are all willing to follow the commander. Please make it clear."

Wei Dong glanced at everyone and said solemnly, "Qin Yixian is treacherous and cunning, causing chaos in the country. I hope that all the soldiers will stop helping him. Now there is an opportunity to surrender to King Jing'an and wipe out the treacherous ministers."

As soon as these words came out, the others responded one after another, shouting in unison: "What the commander said is absolutely right. We are willing to follow the commander and wipe out the treacherous ministers together!"

"Okay, soldiers, listen up and follow me into the palace." Wei Dong led the imperial guards and marched towards the palace.

A moment after they left, Shi Wei arrived with his troops and found that the north gate was empty.

He waved his hand to signal a group of people to go forward and check whether they found any enemy lurking nearby.

After searching around, he found no one. Feeling a little uneasy, he immediately led his troops into the palace.

At the same time, in an open area in the black market, Fengyun Pavilion was engaged in a fierce battle with Wujimen.

There were flashes of swords and screams.

Previously, due to the narrow streets of the black market, the formation could not be deployed, so Fengyun Pavilion had to fight and retreat, leading the Wuji Sect step by step to a wide open space before they began to deploy the formation.

At this time, Fengyun Pavilion had already activated the Qiankun Wanxiang Formation, and the powerful aura surrounded the people from Wuji Sect. The formation was unpredictable, and the figures were looming, making them dizzy and at a loss.

The cone formation and the turtle formation are superimposed in the front, forming an assault force. The assault and defense are carried out alternately, constantly impacting the Wujimen's defense line.

Yunchuan and Du Xuan are in charge of the core Bagua formation, with insight into the surroundings and ready to give commands at any time.

The two wings are a combination of the Goose Formation and the Crane Wing Formation, waiting for the opportunity and preparing for a surprise attack.

The long snake formation in the rear formed a backup, and when someone in the front fell, someone would quickly take his place.

Such a complex and changeable formation frightened everyone in the Wuji Sect, and they were all in a panic.

Dozens of Wujimen disciples were stabbed by the swords of Fengyun Pavilion's secret guards in panic and fell to the ground and died.

In order to reduce casualties, they continued to attack, trying to break through the opponent's defense line. However, the opponent was like an iron wall, and the more they fought back, the more they would hurt themselves.

They seemed to be trapped in a swamp. The more they struggled, the deeper they sank. The pressure from the formation almost made them collapse.

"Keep calm! Don't panic!" Leng Yue's voice was urgent and trembling.

His eyes were sharp as torches as he quickly scanned the dazzling formation before him. His brain was working rapidly as he nervously thought of a way to break the impasse.

After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Focus on attacking from both wings."

After hearing the order, everyone in Wujimen tried hard to suppress the panic in their hearts, rekindled a glimmer of hope, fought hard, and waved their weapons in an attempt to break the impasse once again.

However, when they finally figured out the rules and wanted to break through the formation, at Yunchuan's command, the secret guards staggered their bodies, and the secret guards on both wings quickly shrank to form a circular defense formation. The secret guards in the cone formation and tortoise formation in front retreated to strengthen the side defense.

Leng Yue was surprised when she saw this: "What kind of formation is this?"

Bei Cang, the East Hall Master of Wuji Sect, looked solemn: "Right Protector, this formation is so evil and unpredictable. We can't break through it at all."

At this moment, his voice revealed despair. There were several sword wounds on his body, but none of them were vital.

But he still refused to give up, waving his sword and continued to fight.

The secret guards in the formation cooperated perfectly. People from the Wuji Sect kept falling down and dying, and their blood dyed the ground red.

In just two quarters of an hour, the Wuji Sect had suffered heavy casualties.

Fan Hua held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, standing solemnly on the eaves of a house, watching the battle below.

And somewhere below, Xu Zhijing was seeing this scene, and felt a little shocked.

"What kind of formation is this? It's so powerful!"

Originally, he came here to assist Fengyun Pavilion, but now seeing this situation, he felt that he was redundant.

If things continue to develop in this way, Wujimen will undoubtedly suffer a crushing defeat.

Seeing that he was not needed here, Xu Zhijing left the black market and headed for the palace.

Leng Yue realized that she couldn't be trapped like this any longer, otherwise the Wuji Sect would be wiped out, and she had to release the Blood Evil Puppets from the black market.

She forced herself to calm down and think of a way to escape from this formation.

She looked around for a moment and saw a tall tower not far away. Her eyes lit up and she said, "We can't be trapped here. We must break through. Find a way to cover me as I get to that tower and escape from here."

Bei Cang frowned upon hearing this. He looked at Fan Hua on the eaves and said gloomily, "There is a living devil guarding above us. This method may not be easy."

"Then one will attract his attention, and the driver will flee."

After the two of them discussed it, they started to take action.

Leng Yue, Beicang and dozens of Wujimen disciples attacked a certain corner together, so several secret guards there were accidentally injured.

During the fierce battle, Leng Yue looked firmly at Gao Da who was not far away.

The Wuji Sect disciples understood what he meant, and their eyes conveyed their firm determination.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the substitutes in the rear were taking their place, several disciples jumped up into the air first, and he steadied his body in the air.

"Right Guardian, hurry up!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Yue tapped the ground with his toes and used the force to leap onto the backs of these disciples.

Fan Hua had sharp eyes and had already noticed the opponent's plan when Leng Yue was about to make the final leap and climb up the tower.

He suddenly jumped up from the eaves, wielding the Fengqing sword and slashing at Leng Yue. The sword was sharp and carried a powerful momentum, directly forcing Leng Yue back to the ground.

Then he dealt with several Wujimen disciples who were hanging in the air. With his superb swordsmanship and sharp moves, he injured them one by one and knocked them to the ground in a flash of sword shadows.

Those disciples fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths, unable to get up and fight again.

At the same time, Beicang soared into the air, drew his sword, and attacked Fanhua.

Beicang's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he tried his best to fight against Fanhua, trying to buy more time for Lengyue.

While Fan Hua's attention was distracted, Leng Yue ignored the pain from the injuries caused by Fan Hua's sword energy and jumped into the air again.

Seeing the opportunity, several disciples below also flew into the air, serving as a cushion for Leng Yue, trying to help it climb the tower again.

During the fight, Fan Hua realized something was wrong and took advantage of Beicang's exhaustion to kick him to the ground.

Beicang fell heavily to the ground with a muffled groan, and his face became hideous as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Hua threw out several flying blades, directly hitting the disciples in the air and knocking them to the ground.

Beicang was seriously injured and had no strength to fight Fanhua, so he had to place his last hope on Lengyue. His eyes followed Lengyue.

After those meat pads were shot down, Leng Yue was still one step away from making the final leap. She frowned, unwilling to fail.

Suddenly she thought of something and immediately swung out the flying claws on her body and shot them towards the tower. After the flying claws hooked a corner of the tower, she pulled the rope, successfully entered the tower and escaped from there.

When Fan Hua saw Leng Yue leaving, he quickly chased after her.