Seeing that Chu Yan was fine, the disciples of Jiyun Sect breathed a sigh of relief, and even Shangguan Jing'er's clenched fists relaxed.

But then she pouted again and muttered: "Why should I worry about this disciple? It's better to die."

Chu Yan did not expect Lin Tian to explode himself. However, Lin Tian’s self-destruction means that Lin Tian is afraid that the matter will be exposed. Only in this way can he protect his body and not be discovered who refined Lin Tian into a corpse puppet.

Then, Chu Yan walked out in one step, came to the sky, and spoke loudly.

"All the disciples of Jiyun Sect listen, and the disciples of each peak gather immediately."

When they heard Chu Yan's words, although they didn't know what Chu Yan was going to do, they had to listen because Chu Yan was too strong.

Soon all the disciples from the First Peak to the Eighth Peak gathered together and formed eight teams, ready to fight.

"Rouzhaofeng and Qiangfeng obey orders. You can wait to play the forward. Qiangfeng and Shangzhangfeng then, Zhan Mengfeng launches a long-range attack in the rear, Tu Weifeng plays support, Chongguangfeng and Yongfeng disciples are responsible for defense and rescue."

A momentum erupted from Chu Yan's body, swept across the world, and Majestic spoke: "Do you understand everything?"

"I understand." It seems that he was infected by Chu Yan. The disciples all looked excited, their eyes showed a sense of fighting, and the roar sounded throughout the plain.

Seeing the momentum of Jiyun Sect, the disciples of Sengui Sect changed their faces one by one. Without Lin Tian and the others, their army was already in turmoil, and their hearts were even trembling at this moment.

Among them was a monk from the Sengui Sect wearing a dark brown skeleton robe. He walked out and looked in the direction of Wuxia Valley. His face was fair and a little gloomy. He was Ye Taiming, the second-blooded son of the Sengui Sect.

He looked solemn and said, "Fellow Taoist in Wuxia Valley, if you don't take action at this time, when will you wait?"

A woman in purple robe stood in front of Wuxia Valley. Her face was beautiful and slightly charming. She looked at Ye Taiming with a smile.

"Brother Ye, don't be anxious. You guys will fight for a while. I won't be willing to die like this." The woman smiled charmingly and said in a coquettish voice.

"Zhou Ruidan, you..." Ye Taiming was furious, but he dared not speak out.

Chu Yan glanced at the direction of Wuxia Valley and found no trace of Cheng Zhifei.

A flute of killing appeared on his body, and he shouted loudly: "All disciples obey orders and kill them."

"kill."

With a command, all the disciples of Jiyun Sect's cultivation were activated, and the disciples of Qiangfeng and Rouzhaofeng rushed out first.

"Kill." Ji Shou was still insisting, holding an axe in his right hand, leading the disciples of Shangzhangfeng to follow him, and the war broke out again.

Moying Sect was now defeated by the powerful attack of Zhenyan Sect. Yan Han Lingmei's face was not covered with blood, and she was seriously injured.

The reason why she was seriously injured was because she was protecting Sima Jie. Sima Jie was equivalent to the military advisor of Mo Ying Sect, commanding the disciples of Mo Ying Sect to fight. If Sima Jie was killed, they would be defeated faster.

The one who fought with Yanhan was the genius of Zhenyan Sect, a young man with expressionless face and a pair of angular eyes. His yellow robe was embroidered with sun, and his long sword in his hand was tricky and attacked the vital points of Yanhan.

Among them, the second prince of the Han Dynasty was also here, and he was particularly cruel in his actions. There were countless disciples of the Moying Sect who died at his hands.

And he was quietly approaching the cold battle while killing the enemy.

When Yan Han avoided his opponent's fatal sword and was knocked away by his opponent's palm, the second prince seized the opportunity and rushed out suddenly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed Yan Han's back.

"Sister, be careful." Sima Jie was very anxious, but he was entangled by two disciples of the Nightmare Sect, so he could not clone him.

No accident, in this case, Yan Han could not avoid it at all. He had only time to twist his body and was directly pierced by the second prince with a sword.

"Ah!" Yan Han forced his cultivation, pinched his hand, and ice chips appeared outside his body, and then exploded.

When he was hit, the second prince was forced to retreat and was shot by ice chips on his body. While shocking, he showed murderous intent. When he was about to step forward, he was stopped by his cold opponent.

"Zhao Lianqing, retreat."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang Xia." Zhao Lianqing was the second prince's name. He paused, bowed his head and bowed, and then retreated.

Zhao Lianqing just took a step back, and Zhang Xia said again: "Never be smart next time. Do you think I can't beat her?"

Zhao Lianqing suppressed the anger in his heart and replied in a low voice: "It's my junior brother who is reckless. I hope Senior Brother Zhang Xia forgives his crime."

"roll."

In this way, Zhao Lianqing retreated with a humble heart, but after he turned around, the cold light in his eyes was infinite and his fingers were pinching.

"You all let me see, and one day I will make you surrender to my feet."

Chu Yan, who was harvesting the lives of the disciple of the Sengui Sect in the distance, looked at Yan Han, but there was no worry on his face.

Zhang Xia looked at Yan Han with a blank expression and said, "You are seriously injured now. I advise you not to resist fearlessly and die obediently, so as not to suffer from physical pain."

Yan Han wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, freezing the wound with Han ice, and sneered: "It's ridiculous."

"It's stubborn." Zhang Xia's eyes showed murderous intent and stabbed Yan Han with a sword.

Yan Han naturally would not really wait for death. The ice sword in his hand condensed and then resisted Zhang Xia's attack.

Slowly, Yan Han's body was getting more and more wounds. Sima Jie, who was not far away, saw that there was tears in his eyes, but he could not come to help his sister.

"Die." Seeing the flaws of Yan Han revealing, the long sword in Zhang Xia's hand turned into a sharp sword energy and slashed out.

Yan Hanqiao's face changed, and she raised the ice sword in her hand and rushed to resist.

Click ~

The cold ice sword shattered, and the sword energy slashed on Yan Han's body, knocking her back. The gauze dress on her body swayed, the blood from her mouth flew out, and the whole person flew backwards in the air.

"Sister." Sima Jie burst into tears, feeling weak.

Yan Han had blurred in his eyes. Through the blur, she seemed to see a figure. His skin was pale, his body was slender, and his face was elegant, like a scholar.

"Where are you? If you are there, we will not be defeated." Yan Han sighed in his heart, gave up and continued to struggle, allowing his body to fall from the air.

Suddenly, she felt like she was being hugged, very warm and reliable, making the cold at this moment so immersed in it and didn't want to wake up.

But she tried hard to open her eyes and wanted to confirm whether what she saw was the picture she expected.

However, she had a split headache, her eyelids were heavy, and her body had lost consciousness. No matter how hard she tried, she could not open her eyes.

She was anxious, very uneasy, very scared, afraid that she would close her eyes forever, and afraid that she would never have the chance to look at him again.
Chapter completed!