I made the villain right.

In a forest outside Lucheng, there were flashes of swords and sabers. Occasionally, explosions sounded like thunder in the forest, disturbing all the creatures in the forest.

The roosting birds flew away in fright, and a little squirrel jumped into a tree hole in panic.

Not long after Wujimen came out, they were intercepted by Fengyun Pavilion lurking in the dark.

War is about to break out.

Each of the Fengyun Pavilion's secret guards was equipped with the latest equipment, hidden arrows and thunder bombs, and they launched a fierce attack directly on the Wuji Gate.

Several Wuji Sect disciples were shot by arrows and injured, and some were blown to pieces.

The Wuji Sect was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties. They could only resist in a desperate manner, and blood spread on the land in the forest.

Ling Xiao turned sideways and cleverly avoided a whistling sleeve arrow. Then he swept his long legs and kicked an approaching secret guard several meters away. The secret guard fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed and the long sword in his hand stabbed fiercely towards the chest of the secret guard.

Ling Yun looked at the chaotic scene with a cold expression and said, "Even the Sky-shaking Thunder has been used. I'm afraid that Fengyun Pavilion has planned this in advance and ambushed us here."

Ling Xiao beside him asked anxiously, with a look of panic and helplessness on his face: "Brother, what should we do now?"

Ling Xiao stared at the enemy in front of him with sharp eyes. Seeing the opportunity, he suddenly raised his hand, moved his wrist quickly, and several flying blades shot out from his hand, flashing cold light and heading towards the enemy.

The two flying blades hit the target accurately and pierced the enemy's throat. The two secret guards fell to the ground and died before they could even scream.

Some of the other flying blades were dodged, some scratched the enemy's arms, and some embedded in the enemy's chest, causing him to fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Mu Ning's eyes flashed and he immediately threw a thunder bomb at him.

Ling Xiao's eyes widened instantly, and the image of the thunderbolt was reflected in his pupils.

In the moment of life and death, he reacted quickly and dodged.

However, before he could completely escape from the explosion point of the thunder bomb, there was a loud "bang" and the powerful impact force shook him back several meters. He fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Blood flowed from Ling Xiao's hair, leaving glaring blood-red marks on his face.

The dizziness from his head made him feel as if the world was spinning and his vision became a little blurry. He crawled on the ground and struggled to get up. After struggling for a few times, he barely stood up, but his steps were unstable.

"Brother!" Seeing this, Ling Yun's eyes widened with panic, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

He immediately ran towards him and hurriedly supported Ling Xiao's staggering body.

In a panic, Ling Yun flashed and immediately blew a whistle and shouted: "Fei Yun!"

In an instant, a black horse came galloping over. It was so powerful that the dust raised by its four hooves rolled up, and it scattered the people who were trying to stop it wherever it went.

Ling Yun immediately pulled Ling Xiao up with him, sat firmly on the horse's back, and shouted to the Wuji Sect disciples who were still fighting hard, "Retreat!"

Then he whipped the horse whip hard, and the horse felt the pain and rushed away like mad.

Upon hearing the order, the few remaining Wuji Sect disciples broke away from the enemy, fled in all directions, and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Su Zhou, the deputy envoy of the Second Academy and Ran Ke's right-hand man, saw this and wanted to pursue the enemy. He immediately raised his sword and shouted, "Chase them. We can't let them escape."

When the secret guards heard this and were about to follow him, Mu Ning suddenly spoke up to stop them.

"Deputy Envoy Su, don't chase."

Su Zhou and the others paused and stopped.

Su Zhou looked at Mu Ning with a puzzled look on his face, and a look of unwillingness appeared in his eyes: "Why?"

Mu Ning's eyes revealed a trace of caution, and he said slowly: "We still don't know where the Wuji Sect's lair is, and we are not familiar with the terrain. If we pursue them rashly, we may fall into their trap. We can just repel them, and there is no need to take risks in depth."

When Su Zhou heard this, his eyes turned slightly, as if he was thinking.

After feeling that it made sense, he put away his impulsiveness and waved to the people behind him.

In Wuji Sect, after Ling Yun helped the injured Ling Xiao back, the disciples in the sect were all shocked.

The West Hall Master Ling Xiao is a martial arts expert. Who on earth could have hurt him?

After hearing the news, Qi Yang rushed over to visit and asked about what happened outside.

After learning that he was ambushed by Fengyun Pavilion, he was furious and wanted to gather people to seek revenge, but was persuaded by Youlan.

It was because the other party was well prepared and carried powerful thunder bombs. They were afraid that if they acted rashly they would fall into the trap and suffer heavy casualties, so they decided to hold off for the time being.

In the evening, Kyoto was shrouded in twilight.

On the streets of the city, pedestrians walked hurriedly, and soldiers in armor could be seen patrolling everywhere, adding a tense atmosphere to the city.

The shops along the street have lit up their lanterns, and the warm yellow light shines through the gaps in the doors and windows, exuding a hint of warmth.

As soon as the woman in the veiled hat walked out of an inn, she ran into several men in black who were looking for her with a portrait in their hands, and they confronted her face to face.

A sense of tension came over me.

The leading secret guard's eyes suddenly fixed on the woman, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to block the woman's way, and said sternly: "Young lady, our Pavilion Master has something to invite you to, please come with us."

The woman paused, glanced down at the pattern embroidered on the corner of the black-clothed man's clothes, and confirmed that it was the unique logo of Fengyun Pavilion.

The woman hesitated, as if she had some concerns, and agreed after a moment: "Okay, please lead the way."

The secret guards brought the woman to Yunbohou's mansion, and ran into Li Muci when passing by a corridor.

He saw that the woman was wearing a veil, covering her face, her eyes full of curiosity and vigilance.

"Stand still. Who are you?" He stared at the woman with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through her, and asked with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice.

"She was invited by our Pavilion Master to discuss something." Before the woman could speak, the leading secret guard answered for her.

There was a hint of surprise in Li Muci's eyes.

What on earth does Fan Hua want from looking for a woman? It seems mysterious.

Li Muci was full of doubts, and his eyes moved back and forth between the woman and the secret guard with an inquiring look.

Trying to find some clues from their expressions.

However, the secret guards all had stern faces, and the woman's face was covered by a veil, so nothing could be seen.

After a moment, he seemed unwilling to pay attention to the other party, waved his hand and said, "Go down first."

Suddenly, he remembered something and said quickly, "Your Pavilion Master is not in the mansion. He has gone to the Ministry of Justice. I guess he is interrogating the prisoners from Wuji Sect now."

The prison cell of the Ministry of Justice is eerie and scary.

Fan Hua stood in an interrogation room. The light from the surrounding torches shone on his stern face, casting alternating light and dark shadows. He exuded a chilling aura.

Beicang was placed on a wooden frame, covered with bruises, his body hanging there like a piece of rag, his limbs hanging limply.

The blood was stuck to his torn clothes. He was already dying, his pupils were a little dilated, and there was still a trace of stubbornness in his painful eyes.

"Tell me, where are the remnants of Wuji Sect hiding in Kyoto? Is there an antidote for the medicine used to refine the monsters?" Fan Hua's cold voice sounded, with a hint of oppression.

Not long ago, a group of doctors from the palace went to the Dali Temple Prison to treat the monster, but they couldn't find out what kind of poison it was. They had no clue and didn't know where to start the treatment. They all came out dejected and sighed.

Xu Wusheng specially asked him to help interrogate the Wujimen criminals, trying to pry useful information out of them.

Bei Cang forced out a hint of unruly smile, which looked particularly ferocious on his bloodstained face. His eyes revealed a hint of ferocity, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't want to know. I won't tell you even if I die!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Hua frowned, and a hint of impatience flashed in his deep eyes.

Du Xuan, who was standing by, knew Fan Hua's temper very well and understood what he meant instantly.

His eyes flashed, and he immediately picked up the red-hot iron and approached Beicang. In an instant, the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh and his screams.

Fan Hua's expression did not show any emotion, his patience seemed to be exhausted. He sneered and gave the final verdict on him.

"Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. Just kill him. Slowly cut him to death."

His tone was so flat as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, and there was no mercy in his eyes, only endless coldness and ruthlessness.

When the secret guard heard the order, he immediately took action and found the knife used for Ling Chi.

Seeing this, Beicang's eyes were filled with fear, and his mouth was trembling. Before he could say anything, a piece of rag was stuffed into his mouth.

The rag instantly blocked all his cries and pleas for mercy, leaving only the dull sound of "woohoo".

Two secret guards came forward with knives and gestured at him calmly, as if they were looking for the best point to cut.

Beicang looked at the cold knife and his body shook violently uncontrollably.

The next second, one of the secret guards held a thin blade, his eyes locked on Beicang's chest, and he raised his hand and swung the blade, which cut into the skin accurately. A line of blood instantly appeared, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Kitakura's body jerked in pain and a dull roar came from his throat.

Another secret guard stabbed his thigh with a knife. The blade sank into the flesh and slowly and cruelly cut down. A small piece of bloody flesh was cut off and then thrown to the ground.

Blood gushed out from the wound, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

Veins bulged on Beicang's forehead, and the severe pain made his eyes roll back. His eyeballs were almost completely swallowed by the whites, leaving only a few strands of blood entangled in them like red threads.

He clearly realized that the other party really wanted to kill him and it was not just a simple threatening move.

On the brink of life and death, he struggled with all his might relying on his desire to survive.

His body twisted violently, and the chains that bound him made a sound.

He tried to make a "woohoo" sound with his mouth. His eyes revealed anxiety, and he stared at Fan Hua closely, hoping to get a glimmer of hope.

He used all his strength to express that he wanted to survive and had something to say.