After she said that, she slowly floated into the distance like a white cloud, at an extremely fast speed.

Chengxu smiled and said: "Senior Nephew Ning, there is no need to do this, just have a head-on confrontation with them!"

"There's no need!" Ning Zhenzhen kept getting further and further away.

Sima Xun and the others looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and could only desperately use Qinggong to catch up with Ning Zhenzhen.

Monk Chengxu grabbed the two young men in purple robes and turned them into a stream of light, and in the blink of an eye they were on par with Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, you are compassionate."

"Sigh..., if things don't work out, we can't kill them first. There's no way to explain it."

He turned his head to look at it and shook his head: "We still have to fight. Your subordinates are too helpless."

Six streams of light emerged from the valley, chasing Sima Xun and the other seven, and caught up with them in the blink of an eye.

Sima Xun and the others sensed danger at this time.

He turned around fiercely, and the sword light at his waist turned into a white rainbow and stabbed towards Zhao Zhihua.

Zhao Zhihua was shocked. He was about to react, but it was too late. When he was about to close his eyes and curse, he found that the sword light passed close to his scalp.

"Ding ding ding ding..." A clear sound sounded at the back of his head, making his ears numb. He rushed out and turned around to look again.

I saw that Sima Xun was already fighting with a middle-aged swordsman. The sword was shining like lightning, so fast that he couldn't see the shadow.

"Old Zhao, you go first!" Sima Xun swung his sword like lightning, and the sword light formed a thin, clear light shield that enveloped him, while he shouted in a deep voice: "Don't stop!"

"Brother Sima..." Zhao Zhihua's heart was filled with emotion and shame. Fortunately, he had doubted him before.

Sima Xun smiled boldly: "These guys want to kill us, it's not that easy!"

But his heart was awe-inspiring.

The power coming from the sword was so strong that his right hand began to feel numb. Fortunately, his trump card was the sword in his left hand.

It's not time to put it into practice yet.

The other five people faced middle-aged assassins with amazing swordsmanship. Within a few moves, all five of them were hit by the sword.

Some are on the chest and some are on the shoulders.

The one with the sword in his chest seemed uninjured and was still swinging his sword desperately, while the one with the sword in his shoulder was also holding on.

"Sicheng, you go first!" When he saw Ning Zhenzhen and the others returning slowly, he was immediately moved: "These guys are too tough, you go first and ask for help!"

The swordsmanship of these guys is too fast and weird, and I can barely protect myself. If I can save Zhao Zhihua's life by blocking them with all my strength, I can't save the rest of them.

Even if Sicheng's cultivation level is high, he can't get much higher, and he will die if he comes back.

Ning Zhenzhen said coldly: "Reinforcements have arrived, and you are already dead!"

She lightly greeted the swordsman who was fighting Sima Xun. Her jade palm was as crystal clear and moist as white jade, delicate and beautiful, and she easily broke the long sword.

Then he knocked the middle-aged swordsman away with one palm.

The middle-aged swordsman exploded into blood mist with a "bang" in the air.

"Damn, is this from Cantian Dao?" Chengxu also came over and screamed strangely when he saw this scene.

His figure was like a ghost, and he was incredibly fast. He struck out five palms in an instant, blocking the moves of the five green-clad Waisi.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The five swordsmen exploded directly and turned into five balls of blood mist.

Ning Zhenzhen suddenly accelerated and snatched the two of them back before the blood mist exploded.

Chengxu rescued the three people.

The five green-clad foreigners all escaped the attack of the blood mist, but one of them was already dying, and the sword in his heart was still being attacked fiercely. Now he finally died.

At this time, Fakong stood on the lotus pond with his hands behind his hands, his eyes were deep and boundless, taking in everything.
Chapter completed!