Chapter 1,285: Scholars Also Have Feelings

"The remnant of Chenyao Sword Sect! You finally showed up!"

Zhongli Jing stepped on the sole of his foot, and it suddenly turned into a stream of light, attacking the scholar and Chu Yehong.

Seeing this, the two of them quickly separated and faced each other with swords and a fan.

boom!

An oval-shaped energy ripple spread out, and with the force of the rebound, the scholar retreated sharply while holding the seal with one hand.

A golden leaf suddenly fell from the thick rolling clouds, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire Ning'an City as if it were daytime.

The folding fan closed in the air, the scholar lowered his cold eyes, and said with a faint smile: "The remnant? Wait until you have the ability to kill a member of my Chenyao Sword Sect before you say this!"

boom!

There was a sudden loud noise in the sky, and the golden formation fell directly from the sky.

Feeling this unprecedentedly vast energy fluctuation, Chu Yehong and Zhong Lijing almost screamed in horror at the same time.

"Spiritual Emperor?!"

They never expected that the scholar would have been promoted to the Spiritual Emperor realm!

Facing the pressed golden leaf, Zhong Lijing formed eagle claws with his hands, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and he directly hit the golden leaf.

At this moment, the scholar's handprint changed again, and the huge golden leaf covering the sky over Ning'an City suddenly curled up, tightly wrapping the Zhongli Mirror in it.

The shocking scene, like a golden chrysalis binding a butterfly, caused the soldiers to flee out of the city.

"Chenyao Sword Sect! I will kill you! Revenge for my son——"

Among the golden leaves, Zhongli Jing's power suddenly climbed straight up, and the golden leaves actually tore apart.

At this moment, Chu Yehong saw the right opportunity, held her long sword and danced with the wind, and seven sword energy instantly rose into the air.

This is the move Qi Lu taught her back then. Although its origin is incorrect, its power is pretty good.

As Chu Ye Hongyu slashed in the air with his sword, the seven sword energy instantly turned into a sharp thunder light, which pierced through the golden leaves in an instant.

Pfft——

The curled golden leaves suddenly turned bright red.

The blood-colored golden leaves gradually fell from the sky, and the spiritual energy fluctuations inside gradually weakened. The moment they finally landed, they finally lost their vitality.

The scholar and Chu Yehong joined forces and easily killed Zhongli Jing. Such a scene made the soldiers who were fleeing outside the city even more frightened and fled in embarrassment.

"Miss Chu, are you okay?"

The scholar came out of the air and took out an exquisite jade bottle from his waist.

Seeing this, Chu Yehong took a step back and said with a cold face: "I'm fine!"

"..."

The scholar paused, holding the jade bottle, and froze there.

Seeing the blood at the corner of Chu Yehong's mouth, his heart hurt inexplicably.

"Congratulations, you have reached the Spiritual Emperor realm!"

Chu Yehong said coldly.

But when she turned her back and said this, there was obviously a trace of panic in her beautiful eyes.

This is the second time she has been hugged by a man.

And these two times, it happened to be the same person, both trying to save her...

"Miss Chu, come with me to Chenyao Sword Sect."

The scholar said suddenly.

Hearing this, Chu Yehong lowered her cold eyes: "No."

"Why? It's so dangerous outside now, and Zhongli Jing is just the weakest one under Dongfang Ke'er. If you meet the Jing sisters or Xiao Huan, you have no chance of survival!"

"It's none of your business!"

Chu Yehong's figure flashed and shot away into the distance.

Whoosh!

A white shadow suddenly appeared in front of her.

It's a scholar!

Unexpectedly, the scholar's movements were so strange now. Chu Yehong raised her cold eyes and said calmly: "There are differences between men and women, so don't get entangled here!"

"I……"

Being coldly rejected in person, an ordinary man would probably have left in shame.

But the scholar found a kind of anxiety, a kind of panic, and a kind of entanglement in Chu Yehong's eyes.

"You come with me!"

The scholar suddenly raised his hand and held Chu Yehong's cold little hand.

His palm was actually so warm, just like his person.

But Chu Yehong didn't expect that such a gentle and gentle person would dare to be so bold when he got angry.

After struggling twice, Chu Yehong did not withdraw her palm, but let him hold it tightly.

"I know you want to save the world. This is also the goal of our Chenyao Sword Sect, so you can no longer act alone and come back with me!"

Being dragged by the scholar to fly south, Chu Yehong's cold little face showed a touch of heat for the first time.

Staring blankly at the thin but extremely safe white back, Chu Yehong frowned and said, "Then when are you going to take action?"

"Every sect leader has his own plan, we just have to follow the arrangements!"

Upon hearing the word "sect master", Chu Yehong visibly trembled.

Feeling the trembling in his palms, the scholar stared at the village below and said in a deep voice: "Miss Chu, you should know how many things Little Prince Mu did to harm the people back then. Even if he was kind to you, you shouldn't be disgraced because of it. Right and wrong, now sixty-seven out of ten of the Xiuyun Empire's billions of people have no fixed place to live, and our sect leader is the only one who can save all people from the fire and water. He has also been working hard for the common people in the world. Well, as the best swordsman in the world who is respected by all people, you should put aside your hatred and do something truly meaningful for the people of the world!"

"Do truly meaningful things for the people of the world...?"

Staring at the scholar's back blankly, Chu Yehong's eyes were completely dull.

…

Just at the same moment.

In distant Pengcheng, a man in black robe was standing on the deserted city wall.

There were corpses of soldiers everywhere, and the rivers of blood stained the walls of the city red.

Gun smoke fills the air, and the smell of blood drifts away.

…

A few days later.

In the main hall of the imperial city.

"Trash! What's the point of keeping you here?"

Dongfang Ke'er's roar shook the whole hall and shook violently. Under the power of the emperor, thousands of ministers worshiped and trembled on their knees.

Within a few days, more than fifty cities under the control of the royal family had been lost. Just this morning, battle reports came from the distance. The newly appointed priest Zhong Lijing actually died in Ning'an City.

Even the old owner of Lijing Villa in Taishan Wulin is not immune, let alone those ministers who are powerless to restrain a chicken?

Although Dongfang Ke'er knew this truth, she was suppressing an unknown fire that was burning in her heart.

"Damn Bai Chen, if you have the courage, just come to me directly. You are running around everywhere, are you still a human being!!"

The furious Dongfang Ke'er was so angry that his waist trembled wildly, and Jing Haichuan beside him couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Lord God, I will definitely clear all obstacles for you...

Jing Haichuan's face was expressionless, but in his heart, he had already made a plan.