The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

Qi Zhao's subordinates moved much faster than his reaction, and when the man's sword light came in front of him, he protected the little magic stick behind him, and Yunxu vines and trees built a barrier in front of him, blocking the sword light.

When the blow failed, the man gave a hoarse laugh, and with a twist of his wrist, the jet-black long sword turned into a dozen and stabbed towards them from all directions.

Qi Zhao had been prepared for a long time, and the vines around his body stepped forward to wrap up those swords, and stabbed at the person in the opposite direction. The reaction of the little magic stick was also very fast. He bit his finger and drew a Tai Chi gossip in mid-air, hooking the shape of Shenmu. The vines followed, and the moment the blood and the vines touched, a huge gossip formation appeared after Du Wen, and it caged towards the person.

The man's eyes were fixed, and he quickly retreated to the door, his eyes stayed on the gossip formation in mid-air for a moment, the corners of his lips twitched coldly, and then he bit his finger and drew a Tai Chi that was very similar to Du Wen's.

Two Tai Chi formations, one black and one white, collide with each other.

There was a dazzling white light all around, with a few wisps of ink in the middle, Du Wen frowned, the light spots on the tip of his left finger were thick, supporting the white gossip formation, his right hand was quietly behind his back when the person was not paying attention, and quickly Squeeze the formation method and hand decision, and set it on the gossip formation.

Du Wen used blood as the hexagram array, his blood talent was unmatched by anyone, and coupled with the sudden addition of formulas, the man on the opposite side was gradually no match, his body stopped, and his feet sank an inch into the ground under the pressure of Tai Chi. , Yunxu Tengmu's suppression on him became heavier and heavier.

The man suddenly let out a sharp and hoarse laugh from his throat, eerie in the middle of the night.

And at the same time as his laughter sounded, there were strange rustling noises outside the door, and many black-bodied birds spread their wings and flew in. These birds looked strange, with red eyes, black feathers, and But there is no flesh and blood, only bare bones.

Qi Zhao and Du Wen looked at each other, and Du Wen said, "Don't worry."

He suddenly retracted the Tai Chi in mid-air, stroked his hand with the tip of the vine, and drew a more complicated pattern with the blood on his fingers. But it was too late.

Du Wen suddenly pushed the formation in midair forward, and the formation quickly enlarged after feeling the surrounding demon energy, surrounding the man and the strange birds around him.

There was a spell on the little magic stick, and most of his foundation was broken. After doing this, his lips turned white and he faltered for a while.

Qi Zhao hurriedly supported him, Du Wen regained his composure, and looked forward, in the formation emitting white light, the man was standing there, with half of his face covered by the hood, smiling softly.

Du Wen looked at him deeply: "Long time no see."

The smile deepened on the corner of the man's lips, and he gently put down the hood, revealing a pale face: "Long time no see."

His appearance is very different from Du Wen's. Du Wen has a baby face, round eyes, and it hurts when he smiles.

Just looking at his appearance, he can be regarded as Mr. Pianpian, but unfortunately he has a dark heart.

This person must be Yan Hui, obviously Du Wen's guess is true, but Qi Zhao is still a little surprised, he wasted so much thought and plan to force Du Wen back, it stands to reason that he should be hiding in the depths to play tricks, so quickly Just expose yourself, and don't know what the plan is.

As he was thinking this way, he heard Xiao Jiu speak: [Qi Zhaozhao, it's not that he wants to expose, it's that he can't help it. 】

"Ok?"

[When the birds came out just now, I felt Xin Yi's breath, which was very weak, and my soul was not stable. It seems that it is not easy to live in the hidden soul well.He doesn't have much time now, and he doesn't have that much time for calculations, so he can only do this. Yan Hui is his pawn, even if he doesn't want to, he doesn't have the right to say no. 】

Qi Zhao nodded, thinking that Yan Hui was really a fool, for letting go of being a good city lord, instead of becoming a pawn of others, he could not help himself in life, and was criticized by others after death.

Du Wen obviously had the same idea as Qi Zhao, with a half smile but not a smile: "You were not good back then, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you will not improve any more."

Yan Hui looked at him seriously: "It's okay, no matter how much you don't make progress, it's much better than a dying person."

Du Wen smiled: "Let's not say that I may not die yet. Even if I die, I will be innocent. It is really much better than the things that are neither human nor ghost. At least it will not shame the ancestors."

Yan Huicheng Mansion is actually not shallow, and he is good at superficial skills, but Du Wen has been a thorn in his heart since he was a child. He can endure thousands of people's slander, but he can't bear Du Wen's ridicule.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his pupils were as heavy as a smoldering swamp, and the birds around him suddenly struggled and fluttered, screaming sharply and crashing into the formation barrier, the black mist on their feathers became thicker and thicker.

Du Wen's face turned pale, and he couldn't help coughing again. His throat felt sweet, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. After a long while, blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Yan Hui looked at him mockingly: "With your half-dead appearance now, why fight with me? Why don't you give me the Gou Chen Ling, and I can send your body to Yue Cang intact, otherwise—— "

He laughed maliciously: "What do you think is the taste of flesh and blood being pecked by thousands of birds?"

Du Wen lowered his eyes, Qi Zhao was angry first, and sneered: "Why don't you try first."

As he said that, he probed into the Qiankun bag, took out a stack of talisman papers, and threw them at Yanhui without saying anything. Paper hurt.

Thunder Talisman, Thousand Tree Leaf Talisman, Flowing Fire Talisman.

The high-level talisman papers fell one after another, and Qi Zhao's Yunxu Tengmu sneaked up from time to time, suppressing the magic energy with the light attribute. When the talisman papers in his hand were used up, Qi Zhao thought for a while, and took out another one from his bosom. Crimson feathers.

Yan Hui's expression changed suddenly, and he retreated abruptly, but was blocked by Yunxu Tengmu who had covered the door earlier.

Qi Zhao looked down at the feather in his hand, it was given to him by Nie Pan before, he pinched it, and channeled his spiritual power into it.

The crimson feathers were covered with light-colored spiritual power. After a while, there was a bird song on the feathers, and a red light suddenly appeared on the feathers. Countless little phoenixes appeared in the light. After circling in mid-air, they quickly swooped down in the direction of Yan Hui. .

The black bone birds surrounded Yan Hui, and were quickly pecked to ashes by the phoenix. When there was no bone bird left, they looked at Yan Hui with a heavy expression, and caged them again.

Yan Hui stepped back, his hands and feet were instantly entangled by Yunxu vines, he squinted his eyes, and while dealing with Phoenix in a panic, he took out a bone whistle from under his neck and blew it. After the dull whistle, the surrounding gradually There was a shrill sound, like a ghost crying.

Qi Zhao looked up, and there were countless bone-boned men in the yard, and Xin Yi was at the front.

His posture looked like he was going to fight to the death, but in fact he didn't do it. He just tried his best to bring Yan Hui over. Du Wen's face paled and he called Gou Chen Shenmu out, and when Yan Hui was taken back by Xin Yi, he raised his hand. The tip of Gochen Shenmu suddenly pierced Yan Hui's back heart.

"Pfft-"

The smell of blood soon wafted through the air, but it wasn't just Yan Hui who was hurt.

Du Wen's lips turned pale when Yan Hui was stabbed, and he leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

Qi Zhao was startled: "What's wrong?"

Du Wen didn't speak, Yan Hui laughed hoarsely: "Don't think about it, you can't kill me, if I die, you will end up being buried with me, no loss."

Du Wen clenched his fingers violently: "Qi Zhao, no matter what method he uses, he can't leave today."

Qi Zhao understood what he meant, and said yes in a deep voice, Yunxu Tengmu rolled over again, Yan Hui didn't expect that they would dare to make a move after he said that, blocked it awkwardly, Xin Yi's eyes flashed, and led him quickly towards Skimmed outside.

As soon as he got out of the yard, there was a whistling sound of wind in his ears, and Yunxu vines came behind him. Xin Yi called out vines to block him, but was suddenly entangled by vines that appeared out of thin air beside him.

It was Yue Cang, holding the medicine bowl and hugging Du Wen, looking at Xin Yi expressionlessly, Fujiki became more and more fierce.

Yan Hui was injured, and Xin Yi was dragged again, unable to take care of what was behind him, Qi Zhao violently forced Yan Hui back and tied him back unexpectedly smoothly.

Xin Yi didn't expect Yan Hui to be so useless, but this chess piece was still useful to him, so he couldn't ignore it. After he stood still, he called the skeleton man to snatch him away. The blue sword stabbed straight down.

The sword of the city lord of Wanjing City cannot be blocked by Xin Yi now, so naturally he will not hold on.He glanced deeply at Qi Zhao and Du Wen, and finally stopped on Yan Hui, gritted his teeth and turned around, forming a black mist together with those skeleton men.

The courtyard became quiet again, Xie Shen withdrew his sword, walked in slowly, and stood beside Qi Zhao: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Du Wen was hurt a little." Qi Zhao looked at Du Wen, "How are you?"

Du Wen shook his head in Yue Cang's arms and smiled, indicating that he was fine, then turned his head to look at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui was clamped there by Yunxu vines, the wound on the back of his chest was not deep, but it was still bleeding, his eyes were gloomy and his head was lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he raised his head and smiled ferociously at the person in front of him: "What can you do to me? If you are hurt, I will be fine, but if I am hurt, you will not be able to survive."

The faces of the few people present were not very good, and Yan Hui's eyes showed a bit of complacency: "Even if you trap me, so what, you still have to make me live—"

Just halfway through the conversation, Du Wen smiled lightly.

Yan Hui looked up at him, Du Wen came out of Yue Cang's arms, knelt down in front of him, stared at him for a while, then turned his head and smiled at Qi Zhao.

"Qi Zhaozhao, can I ask Qin Xiu for a favor?"

As the ending sound fell, Yan Hui's face instantly turned pale.