Under the bright moonlight, the masked man got up with a flute in his hand. Behind the mask, his sharp eyes were brilliant and cold like the stars in the sky.

"Leng Qingtang, the Commander-in-chief of the Eastern Depot... you really are nosy now. What kind of laws could the common people break if they just admire the moon and play the flute, entertaining themselves?"

Leng Qingtang smiled lightly, with a cold and sharp light hidden between his narrow eyebrows.

"It's a delight to play the flute and admire the moon. However, Your Excellency deliberately showed off your skills and then broke in the Palace to steal the emperor's crown and robe. The liability was already inevitable for violating the national laws, and also it was unavoidable to go to the Eastern Depot."

With a cold gaze quickly sweeping over the crowd of over fifty secret guards in front of him, he chuckled under the black iron mask.

"Master Leng, it was lucky for you to not have too many secret guards here. Otherwise, there will be heavy casualties later, and the sin will be yours."

Zhao Wuji frowned, and his eyes turned dark. He pulled out the machete of ghost head with a serious expression. While staring at the masked man with sharp eyes, he said to Leng Qingtang.

"Master, let us do this!"

Leng Qingtang smiled slightly and whispered.

"Be careful."

"Yes. Buddies, come on!"

The secret guards drew their swords at the voice.

Immediately, "swish, swish, swish", countless silver lights swept across the dark night. A strong whirlwind was blown from the uniform action of drawing the knives. Many small and sharp stones from the hills rolled up, rushing at and surrounding the masked man without mercy.

With the hands clasped behind his back, Leng Qingtang watched his guards swinging the swords forward and surrounding the target within a striking distance.

The masked man flew up straight, and his cloak was swiftly spinning in the center of the attack circle. Several people fell down to the ground after his hard fist was punched. Then "bang, bang", and some secret guards flew out.

From behind, dozens of secret guards rushed forward like a tide, and soon emerged a wave of tragic wailing. More than ten guards were kicked by the masked man and fell to the ground in disorder.

Zhao Wuji blinked, realizing that the masked man had a deep inner strength. He only put his power on the large fur cloak and sleeves, using them as weapons to attack the enemy.

Zhao Wuji raised the machete of ghost head and shouted.

"Display the formation. Three celestial gates to four land houses!"

The secret guards all jumped up. In a flash, they turned into a formation, like a winding long dragon, echoing each other from end to end, involving the masked man in the formation.

The secret guards were huddled together, swinging the broadsword. Countless sword blades were tumbling and rolling, and the heat wave was surging as fast as a lightning.

The masked man seemed startled. He had never seen such a strange formation. With no time to think, he was busy fighting with elbows and fists to resist attacks.

Because he was the felon involved in the case, and the Master had ordered that he needed to be captured alive only, so the secret guards must also need to protect themselves from being injured by their own blades while attacking with mercy.

But the masked man was different, he punched and kicked crazily without concerns. He also was a martial master, so within a short time, several secret guards were injured and fell down in wailing.

Seeing the formation broken, Zhao Wuji was shouting outside the formation.

"The land houses exclude difficulties for steadiness and openness!"

At the voice, the purple formation changed mysteriously and quickly, like a large snail in motion, rotating in a clockwise direction, getting faster and faster, shrinking and tightening.

The masked person was horrified, dazzled by the moving crowd unconsciously.

People from the Eastern Depot were good at martial arts, especially the secret guards. They were the masters among masters.

At this moment, they were able to form such a mysterious formation in front of his eyes, showing that the Eastern Depot led by Leng Qingtang was extraordinarily powerful.

Sighing secretly, the masked man was shifting his soft body flexibly, dodging from the east to west, front to behind and up to down. He waved his left palm and held the flute in his right hand, struggling in the battle.

The array followed Zhao Wuji's command, changing the formation from time to time. Even when the masked man flew up, the secret guards volleyed up in the air, stepping on the shoulders of their companions to rise high, not leaving his enemy a slight chance to escape.

This set of formation was originally created by Zheng Ran, Lord Protector Zheng, who was known as the "undefeated God of War".

"Interested in studying a variety of magic skills employed in fortune-telling, he created the original military formation after referring to ancient military strategies such as the formation of Long Snake, Lying Dragon, and Ambush on All Sides, and combining them with the Eight Trigrams' principle of mutual generation and restriction, and named it as "Formation of Nine Rounds."

After the improvement on the formation by Bian Mofei, the former Master of the Eastern Depot, and Leng Qingtang, the formation could be changed from large to small, scattered to integrated, and it was endlessly flexible, killing the enemy invisibly.

Fighting in the formation for a long time with no chance to retreat, the masked man felt angry. Suddenly, A fierce wind blew to him from one side.

It was too late for the masked man to evade. At the moment of turning around, his cloak was torn by a broadsword. There was a faint tearing sound of clothes on the left chest. It was this modest sound that fell in the ears of the masked man that turned him furious.

He stepped on a secret guard's head to lift his body into the air. As he turned around, he took his flute out and put his lips on the air hole.

"Oh no, retreat..."

Leng Qingtang was watching the battle intently, unconsciously sweating for his men.

Almost a hundred secret guards in the Formation of Nine Rounds attacked for a long while, but they just left... a hole in that person's clothes?

When he saw the masked man lifting his flute, Leng Qingtang suddenly realized the imminent danger, but it was too late when he shouted a warning.

Under the sky, the flute sound flowed smoothly. This song was low and non-tonal, pathetic and touching, like a gentle night breeze, spreading in all directions.

Suddenly, the triple formation broke up, and the secret guards fell to the ground one after another like drugged flies. Some hold their heads howling, some rolled around, and some spitted blood, all in mass and pain.

"Wuji, come back!"

While speaking, Leng Qingtang pulled out a soft sword from his waist. He shook his hands, and the soft curly blade became a straight and sharp weapon.

Leng Qingtang extremely protected his subordinates. As long as they didn't make big mistakes, Leng Qingtang would not give them a hard time.

Now seeing that they were beaten up by the masked man so hard, as the Master of the Depot, he would not sit by idly and remain indifferent.

Flying forward, Leng Qingtang swung the long sword in his hand a few meters away from the masked man.

Among the hills and trees, there were scattered sword sparks, like silver flowers blooming between the sky and the ground, endlessly approaching the enemy.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became extraordinarily sharp, as if countless invisible blades were emerging, causing painful cracks in people's skin.

The masked man only felt suffocated, because his opponent's swordsmanship was superb. The sword was swung perfectly and fluently, like floating clouds and flowing water.

The cold light was shimmering in front of him, spreading around from the sky to the ground. With a fierce power on the sword that could overwhelm mountains and seas, he slammed the masked man like terrifying waves rolling on the stormy sea. That power shook people's body as if the raging tide fragmented a lone small boat.

The grass and trees within thousands of meters were torn by the sword's widened energy, with endless crackling sound of "pop-pop". In an instant, strong winds and thick clouds rolled, like a sign of an irresistible collapse of the world.

The sound of the flute disappeared suddenly, and the masked man's body seemed to be threw away by a hard push. But he spotted a tree a few feet away, and hurriedly tapped the trunk with his feet to stabilize his body.

Leng Qingtang took his sword back with slight sweat on his temples. He secretly admired this mysterious person's really good skills.

He knew the reason why his guards were defeated just now. The masked man made a "killing sound" when he was playing the flute!

The so-called killing sound meant that the masked man condensed his internal strength into the flute sound. When he played the flute, the internal strength was attached to the flute sound, and killed people hundred meters away.

The secret guards were suffering and spitting blood, because they were captured by the opponent's killing sound, which caused damage to the veins and made blood flow back.

Although Leng Qingtang knew nothing about the music, he had profound internal skills and superb sword skills. In order to break the killing sound and rescue his subordinates, he waved his sword to bring one-third of his internal strength, attacked tit for tat, and finally cracked the masked man's killing sound.

"It is true that the Master of the Eastern Depot has exquisite swordsmanship."

The masked man fell to the ground lightly, and his feet under the cloak stepped on the grass without making a sound.

Leng Qingtang smiled elegantly when he saw it, and flashed a strange light in his narrow eyes.

"Your Excellency is not weak. Both you and me are people who practice martial arts. Why don't you go to the Eastern Depot with me and we practice together another day?"

"Hahaha..."

The masked man laughed raising his head.

"We talk after you caught me."

Leng Qing Tang's expression turned darker, he held the sword and said.

"If you will excuse me!"

The two men flew upwards at the same time, hovering in the air and fighting.

In order to avoid the strong impact when two kinds of internal strength collided, Zhao Wuji and the secret guards already dispersed to a safe area.

They all knew that the Master had a deep power inside, and most people couldn't get close to him when he was fighting against an opponent. A big deal was not the accidental injury by the sword but hindering the Master.

Now seeing the two men fighting against each other, these people came to watch the battle without considering their own safety. No one wanted to miss this unprecedentedly exciting duel.

Due to the loss of support from the ground, fighting in the air exposed more flaws in one's moves.

Both the Master and the masked man were suspended in the air, but every move they made seemed easy with no flaw at all.

Hundreds of rounds had passed in an instant, and the two evenly matched people had not finished the battle.

Thousands of sword’s sparks were scattered in the air, and the sky was full of sword's light and shadows.

The masked man did not rush and lifted the black golden flute on his right hand, ready for attack. Several colorful dragons danced in the sky, shuttling between the sword lights.

A deafening noise was heard. Infernal lights bloomed where the two weapons collided. Surrounded by thousands of colors, the masked man jumped a few feet into the sky with a strong deterrent force.

Leng Qingtang fell quickly.

People shouted loudly in a panic, and then still watched after calming down.

People saw Leng Qingtang make a somersault, and when he was a few feet off the ground, he pierced the ground with his sharp sword, then his figure flew again, and he thrust his sword toward his opponent.

The masked man waved the black golden flute obliquely. The gold and iron intersected again, and the clear dragon's whistle rang into the sky.

Leng Qingtang’s eyebrows frowned, and he stretched out the left hand. The masked man also did so, his quick movements like spark.

The moment the two palms touched each other, the two forces were vibrating, and both of them felt that their arms were numb and their breath was dull. The two drew three meters back because their bodies were no longer self-controlling.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly poured out from a side of the woods, and with a sound, three secret nails aimed at the masked man.

The masked man instantly waved the flute in his right hand and made some actions.

After three crisp sounds of "clang, clang, clang", the white light flashed in an instant. The nails changed their direction through the flute, and firmly nailed into the tree trunk five meters away from the masked man, lining straight.

People were shocked, and held their breath. From the direction of the secret nails, Lu Qiange came with a machete.