Married and Obedient to the Husband

In the silent night, the martial arts practitioners had already fallen asleep. The carnival all day long and the fight against the Demon Cult these days kept them in a state of mental tension. At this moment, everyone relaxed, closed their eyes one by one, and fell asleep .

The few people who were watching the night outside were walking around, looking lazy.

Just at this moment, Song Yan, who had been clamoring to celebrate during the day, came out. . , A guard recognized him and greeted him, "Song Daxia is not resting in the house, why did he come out?"

At this time, Song Yan's face was buried under the shadows, making it difficult to see the reality. Hearing this, he suddenly raised his head and smiled coldly. That smile made the guard tremble with fear.

He rushed to take precautions, but it was too late, Song Yan's dagger was pierced into his heart, and he didn't even struggle.

Song Yan quietly dragged the guard's body to a secluded corner, and then continued to move silently towards the gate of the city.

"Song..." The guards of the city saw that they were acquaintances, but they didn't take any precautions. During this negligence, they had already reported to Hades.

Song Yan killed all the guards, and took advantage of the night to open the closed city gate.

A large number of demon cultists poured out from the city gate, and the ghostly flame pattern of the man in black made people tremble with fear.Like a ghostly fire, taking advantage of this night, it wants to devour all life.

The silent murderous aura enveloped the entire Huai'an in darkness in this night.

The night is ghostly and deep. In the pitch-black night sky, countless black shadows are moving forward in the night like ghosts. Everywhere they pass, the houses on the ground are all blooming with a gorgeous rose.

"It's not good, it's on fire." In the silent night, a terrified cry sounded, breaking the silent night.

The ghostly night walkers are like Shura in the dark night ruthlessly setting fire and harvesting lives. The people who came to attack this time are the people of the Devil's Cult.

Huai'an City is the base camp of the Wulin League, led by Yanmo.

Nine months later, the abdominal changes became more and more obvious, even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't hide it. Yanmo rarely showed his face in front of people, except for large-scale operations.

Yan Mo, who was resting quietly on the back of the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light in them, "Murderous."

Qingyan was startled, and subconsciously held down the hilt of the sword.

Yan Mo's expression changed when he heard the voices surging from all directions, "There are so many people from the Devil's Cult, why didn't they reciprocate."

Qingyan said in a deep voice, "I'll go out and have a look."

"No need." Yanmo looked down at his protruding abdomen, and pulled out the sword he was carrying with him, "The demon sect is coming in menacingly, and there is no guard to report back, which means that they were all killed. Set off fireworks to inform others to evacuate as soon as possible." , Those who cannot evacuate stay and fight the Devil's Cult with their backs."

"Master, the master is not well..." A hasty shout interrupted the conversation between Yan Mo and Qingyan.

Song Yan rushed in, his face flushed red, and there were bloodstains on his body, "The head of the sect is not good, the people from the Demon Cult have killed him."

"Hero Song." Yan Mo cast his eyes on Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't expect to see Yan Mo like this. He stared at his protruding abdomen for a while, and was stunned for a long time. Then he suddenly remembered the rumor about Yanjiabao, so he said in a deep voice, "The master of the sect is inconvenient. I will escort you out of the encirclement."

While Song Yan was speaking, he took the lead and came to Yan Mo, as if he wanted to protect Yan Mo.Song Yan, who stood by Yan Mo's side, had a fierce look in his eyes, and the murderous intent flashed away.

At the moment of the accident, the sword flashed, and with a puff, the sword pierced into the body, making a dull sound, and blood gushed out.

"Why...why?" Song Yan opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the sword submerged in his body, with an expression of disbelief.

"Song Daxia?" Yan Mo slowly pulled his sword out of Song Yan's body, "Are you really Song Daxia? Your disguise technique is very good, but in front of me, it's like a child's play, no matter how good you are. There are also flaws."

Yan Mo's sword was pulled out at once, blood gushed out instantly, Song Yan's body fell to the ground, twitching in pain.

"I've already cured you of poisoning your drink. Right now, the people from the Martial Arts League should be quickly surrounding the Demon Cult's congregation. Do you think the Demon Cult can really win this time? I tried my best to lure the Demon Cult to Huaihe River." Yangcheng, you can't catch them all in one go, you have to die together. This time, I want your demon sect to go and never return."

Yanmo's voice was cold, and his expression became even colder.

Song Yan fell to the ground and didn't move any more, only a pair of eyes were still wide open, and he couldn't rest in peace.

This time it was the Rakshamen of the Devil's Cult that was dispatched.

His face was hidden under the dim candle, and the expression on Yan Mo's face was hard to see. The vibrating shouts and killings outside continued, and Qing Yan held a sword with his back straight and waited beside Yan Mo.

"Qingyan, if I have any problems, you must find Qing'er instead of me, and take good care of him." Yanmo's expression was neither sad nor happy, and only when Qing me was mentioned would there be a little ups and downs.

Life is impermanent, the facts are repeated, and today I have finally come to this point. It is false to say that there is no pain. The pain is so deep that my heart is numb.

Qingyan was silent, looking at Yanmo's expression of seeing death as home, he raised his voice firmly for a long time and said:

"Yes."

Qing Yan's answer was simple and crisp.

These days, Yanmo's body has changed, and he can't hide his lower abdomen, so Qingyan can only deliver his orders for him, even when meeting martial arts practitioners, he still turns his back to everyone.

Yanmo's expression was cold, and he hadn't smiled since he returned to Yanjiabao. At this moment, he pursed the corners of his lips and began to smile. This smile was magnificent.

"Why hasn't Song Yan come here yet?" The members of the Demon Cult who broke into the camp of the Wulin League saw an empty lair, and couldn't help but wonder. According to the plan, Song Yan should be the one who captivated the people of the Wulin League, and then the people of the Demon Cult took advantage of it. He came over in the dark and wiped out the forces of the Wulin League in one fell swoop.

However, they sneaked into the city smoothly, but they didn't see a single person from the Wulin League. These people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

And Song Yan, who went to assassinate Yan Mo, also disappeared. What's going on?

A bad premonition gradually crept into my heart, maybe they were caught in the trap.

Just as this idea was formed, the sound of shouting and killing outside came from all directions.

"No, we got caught."

The members of the Devil's Cult came to their senses in an instant, and they were ready to break out of the siege together. The shouts of killing came like a flood, and martial arts practitioners from all directions blocked the members of the Devil's Sect in the middle.

There are many people from the Devil's Cult, but the Wulin League that surrounds them has only more than 100 people, with fewer enemies and more enemies.

Seeing this situation, the Demon Cultists couldn't help laughing. They didn't think that the members of the Martial Arts League could be any stronger. With such a large number of people fighting with them, the chance of winning was basically zero.

With these thoughts in mind, the previous panic of being surrounded was immediately forgotten. The members of the Devil's Cult sneered, and drew their swords to meet them, full of murderous intent and full of confidence.

However, as soon as they made a move, they realized that they were wrong. These people were not members of the Wulin League.

Anyone is an unrivaled master with one enemy against a hundred.

In the blink of an eye, blood was flying, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and a large number of members of the Demon Cult fell down.

"You are not from the Martial Arts League." The several hall masters of the Devil's Cult who were trapped in the middle realized this deeply at this moment. They are not from the Martial Arts League. Besides Yan Jiabao, who are such masters?

These people are all masters of the Yan Family Fort, and the Yan Family Fort was all dispatched.

The people from the Yan Family Fort made a move, so this time they are doomed to go and never return. With this understanding in their hearts, the members of the Demon Cult no longer panic, but laughed indifferently.

With an appearance of putting life and death aside, Hengjian came up again. This time, he was completely reckless, and did not protect the vital points of his body. Struggling, dying to drag opponents to hell.

The scene was brought under control for a moment, and the masters of the Yan Family Fort were held back by the giant beast's final struggle, and several of them fell to the ground dead after being stabbed several times.

Although these members of the Demon Cult did not play their cards according to common sense, people couldn't help admiring their noble sentiments that put life and death as nothing. On the contrary, those righteous martial arts who are greedy for life and afraid of death are even more shameless.

In the stalemate scene, the two sides came and went, fighting each other, and the last struggle of the Demon Cult was subdued by the sword of the masters who came from Yanjiabao.

And those people who were shouting and drinking with Song Yan before, all of them flushed red at this moment, and lowered their heads in shame. They were all almost killed by the sword of the Demon Cult.

They didn't listen to Yanmo's advice once, thinking that they had won several times against the Devil's Cult's squad, and they thought they were great. If not all the masters from Yanjiabao came here this time, I'm afraid they would have reported to Hades by now .

Thinking of it this way, everyone felt fear in their hearts, and their admiration for Yanmo actually rose to a higher level.

Quiet, still quiet, the fighting outside stopped soon, and then it was strangely quiet, except for the compliments of those from the Wulin League who were still reverberating.

Yan Mo's back was straightened, the sword in his hand was tightly held, and his palms were soaked.

Qingyan also looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

However, it was eerily quiet.

No, that's not right, that's not the case. Not all the members of the Devil's Cult were mobilized. Yan Mo originally thought that he would encounter a high-level figure from the Devil's Cult and start a fight.

But no, Yanjiabao's masters easily dealt with those people.

The Demon Sect didn't mobilize all of them. Such a good opportunity, a good opportunity to annihilate the Wulin League, unexpectedly the Demon Sect didn't make a move, and only sent people from the Rakshamen.

The Shura Gate, which is under the direct jurisdiction of the leader of the Demon Cult, did not move out, and neither did the Shura Gate, but also Yu Luozhi's Yin Guimen.

What exactly is the Demon Cult going to do? The goal of the Demon Cult is not the Martial Arts League, so where would it be?

Not good, Yan Jiabao.

Yan Momeng trembled, his whole body trembled, the target of the Demon Cult was Yanjiabao, the holy land of martial arts, the supreme Yanjiabao of martial arts, destroying the holy place of martial arts would also destroy the gods in the hearts of the martial arts people at the same time.

Losing the pillars in their hearts, it is only a matter of time before they are wiped out.