Empress, your husband is invincible

"Is that man dead?"

Ye Cheng stood side by side with the beggar, suddenly remembered something, and raised his chin towards the figure at the door.

"Not dead, just passed out."

The beggar draped the coir raincoat and tied it with a hemp rope.

Zhuang Shuanglin was taken aback and complained.

"Not dead, why didn't you say it earlier."

After complaining to the beggar, he waved to a Phoenix Feather Guard behind him.

"Qin Ye, go and tie that man up."

"Did you just ask?"

The beggar glanced at Zhuang Shuanglin.

This buddy has quite a personality, and he is not afraid of this female general like ordinary people at all.

Ye Cheng praised in his heart.

Qin Ye was the only Phoenix Feather Guard Baihu brought by Zhuang Shuanglin, and she was probably her confidant.

Calling his companions to tie up the unconscious spider hook with a rope, Qin Ye subconsciously glanced at the top of the city.

Almost in an instant, he quickly drew out the long knife at his waist.

"Commander, there are figures on the city wall, maybe those Northern Desert barbarians have come!"

"Ok?"

Before Zhuang Shuanglin had much reaction, Ye Cheng was suddenly taken aback.

Song Neng's mansion is tens of meters away from the city wall, which is normal.

But tonight, with such a heavy rain blocking his sight, this guy can actually see it?
Zhuang Shuanglin's expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to get up.

But the Xiaoqi San toxin in her body hadn't dissipated, she just staggered and fell back on the chair.

Ye Cheng quickly turned his head, pretending that he didn't see her embarrassing expression.

"Sir, tonight's matter..."

Zhuang Shuanglin was just startled, then raised his head to look at Ye Cheng.

Well, it's time to get down to business...

"Remember, don't tell His Majesty that it's my credit."

Sighing, Ye Cheng walked into the rain screen without hesitation.

The beggar turned his head to look at Zhuang Shuanglin thoughtfully, and followed him into the rain curtain.

When passing the osmanthus tree, he jumped up violently and broke a branch from the tree.

The swaying branches sprinkled the accumulated raindrops all over Ye Cheng, and Ye Cheng suddenly turned his head to look at him.

This guy, after all this time, is he still in the mood to play this prank?

"If you don't have a suitable weapon, just make do with it."

Lifting the wet osmanthus branch in his hand, the beggar said calmly.

"Sir, they seem to have assembled and started coming this way!"

Facing Ye Cheng, Qin Ye walked up quickly with a knife in his waist.

After hearing the news, the rest of Feng Yuwei's soldiers had already gathered under the rain curtain, and lined up silently in several rows in front of the courtyard gate.

Bean-sized raindrops hit their armor, making pleasant sounds.

At the same time, an indescribable iron-blooded killing temperament emerged spontaneously from the assembled soldiers, and gradually spread in the night with the help of rain.

Compared with the warriors who have entered the ranks, their strength is low, and dissipating their energy does not have much effect on them.

"Didn't Zhuang Shuanglin tell you to listen to me before? I didn't make it clear, or did you not remember?"

Sensing a familiar aura from them, and thinking of his comrades in the previous life for no reason, Ye Cheng's heart warmed slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at the soldier behind him, but his face became slightly gloomy.

"Or, do you want to disobey orders? Don't listen to me?"

Qin Ye was stunned for a moment.

What do you mean this is?
The dignified Phoenix Feather Guard, the elite of the elites of Daling's armies, was disliked?

"You can't participate in the battle of martial arts scholars. Wait a minute, you are only responsible for finishing and cleaning the battlefield."

Without giving Qin Ye any chance to think, Ye Cheng snatched the waist knife from his hand and threw it to the beggar beside him.

From the first time he saw this beggar, Ye Cheng noticed that the beggar's aura was similar to that of Zhuang Shuanglin's, and his strength might not even be inferior to Zhuang Shuanglin's.

He should be a big help to me tonight...

But what Ye Cheng didn't expect was that the beggar didn't even have the slightest interest in facing the waist knife he threw.

"No."

Dodging sideways and kicking the waist knife in the direction of Qin Ye, the beggar looked disgusted.

Qin Ye's complexion instantly became ugly, and depression and depression appeared on his face uncontrollably.

These two people actually dislike the Yanling Sword produced by the Daling Royal Weapons Supervisor with great effort?

Don't you know that this goose feather knife that has been tempered and sharpened like mud is worth thousands of gold in the black market?
Ye Cheng glanced at Qin Ye sympathetically, but he didn't react much, he bypassed Qin Ye and the others, and went straight to block the road in front of the Song Mansion.

The beggar walked slowly to his side, holding the branch in his arms, looking lazy as if asleep.

……

The heavy rain is like pouring, the night is like thick ink, the typical good weather for killing people and stealing money.

Only then did Mo Yuxie jump down from the tower and leap a few steps towards the Song Mansion, and then saw Ye Cheng and the beggar who were blocking the road in front of the Song Mansion.

The road in front of the Song Mansion runs through the entire Fengjian Pass in the east-west direction.

In other words, if one wanted to pass through Fengjian Pass, the Song Mansion would definitely not be able to bypass it.

Mo Yuxie came to his senses almost the moment he saw Ye Cheng and the beggar.

Mo Yuhu probably fell into the hands of these two people.

Pulling out the slender machete from his waist, Mo Yuxie narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other eleven Spider Hooks who landed behind him also drew their weapons in unison.

Without a single word of nonsense, the iron tower-like man behind Mo Yuxie slammed the hat off, let out a strange shout, pulled out two spiked hammers, and ran straight towards Ye Cheng and the two of them.

"Don't even give me a chance to say a line? This group of people is a little too fastidious."

Opening his mouth with a half-smile, Ye Cheng moved his wrist slightly.

"If you kill someone, you kill him. Why do you do such useless work?"

The beggar sneered, and his figure disappeared into the rain like a ghost.

Almost when the strong man appeared a dozen steps in front of Ye Cheng, the figure of a beggar suddenly slanted out from the rain curtain beside him.

Without a word of nonsense, the branch in the beggar's hand flew across the rain curtain, and pierced the strong man's neck with a howling murderous aura!
The strong man was startled, but he couldn't avoid it, he swung his hammers and smashed the beggar heavily!
Immediately afterwards, a scene that stunned Ye Cheng appeared...

Although the branch in the beggar's hand is light, it bypasses the double hammer in the strong man's hand and stabs the strong man.

But his figure was slightly sluggish, but he was slammed on the left shoulder by one of the hammers, and hit the wall behind him hard!
That's it?

Looking at the beggar without blinking and falling to the ground without any movement, Ye Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.

He originally thought that he could really "share" six of them for himself with the aloof and aloof attitude of a beggar!

In the end, he was hammered to the ground with just one blow?
Sure enough, the bigger the bragging, the worse the fall...

Mixed flavors Chen glanced at the figure of the beggar, Ye Cheng touched the ground with his toes, and sprinted towards the strong man at a high speed.

Bean-sized raindrops hit his body, causing splashes of water, which evaporated and disappeared in a flash.

Without even thinking about it, Ye Cheng threw a punch at the face of the strong man who was close at hand!
But the rain curtain pulled by the fist wind had not waited to hit the strong man's dark face.

There was a muffled sound of "Dang Clang", and the two hammers in the hands of the strong man fell to the ground immediately.

A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, and the strong man fell headlong to the ground...