Suddenly, Ye Zixiao shouted, "Sword and Shield!" The disciples of Yaoguang Palace swept away like a person, and immediately the sword shadows were everywhere, and the light was shining everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a Great Wall of Swords. The shadows were floating, and the swords were ringing. Suddenly, like rain hitting the banana leaves, deafening. The light converged, leaving a clear figure. The disciples of Yaoguang Palace stood tall with a calm expression, and the walls were still there, but there were a few more corpses under their feet. They were all dressed by Yi Juxing Palace.

The disciples of the Yi Jupiter Palace stood in dispersed, with a dagger hidden in their hands, and a bloodthirsty look in their eyes, surging with an endless fighting spirit.

"Yaoguang Palace is indeed profound! It is rare to be able to withstand the attacks of the disciples of my Star Palace. It is indeed a pity to die with such strength! I can give you another chance to surrender, it depends on how you decide!" Zeng Li looked at Ye Zixiao, his eyes were like a lake, flashing with shimmering waves, and he could not see through his true thoughts.

Ye Zixiao's long sword pointed at the slanting voice, and his bright voice shook the hall, "No need to worry too much. My Yaoguang Palace disciple can die, blood can flow, and his ambition cannot be taken away!" Seeing his bold words, he was excited and unafraid. Zeng Li slowly moved his fingers, and the disciples of Yi Juxing Palace were like a blade shot out, scattering a wind shadow, walls and domes everywhere. Ye Zixiao shouted at this time: "Ling Fei", and saw the ordered walls suddenly scattering, gathering together in three or five, attacking and defense, forming a sword formation. The long sword flew, shaking up phantoms, and the flowing light was scattered, like clouds flying.

Zeng Li also took action at this time, and a dagger woves a net of shadows around Ye Zixiao. The long sword in Ye Zixiao's hand is thick and thick, as slow as a reflection, as fast as a glance of a flying geese, and a sword light is long, and then the wind and clouds are waving. The shadow is heavy, but it cannot be within three feet of it.

Zeng Li smiled grimly and suddenly flew like a shadow. But he saw a fog of dust scattering above his head, and his vision was blurred. Ye Zixiao retreated quickly, but it was too late. He felt a pain on his left arm, and blood surged wildly. Seeing that the wound was extremely deep, most of his broken arm could not be lifted up again.

Ye Zixiao roared wildly, and the sound was like a bell. The sound waves immediately shook, and the hall seemed to be swaying. Everyone who heard it was dazed, dizzy, and shaking. But he saw a few people suddenly falling from the dome, followed by a long sword stabbing, and died. Zeng Li had just retreated, and suddenly he heard a deafening sound, and his mind was shaken. Suddenly, a strong wind came, and the palace gate was coming straight in like a rotten decisive way. At this time, his mind was not gathered, and his hands were as if they were Li Peng, which was hard to take care of.

Suddenly, he heard a loud shout, "Don't hurt him!" Then the sound of swords sounded, and the figure flashed, and he immediately dispersed. Zeng Li felt the pain like tearing at this time, and a sword wound cut from his chest to his left shoulder and then penetrated, and blood surged like a spring.

Not far away was a beautiful woman, wearing a thin red gauze skirt, wrapped around her body like a light mist, her graceful body was faintly visible, revealing her skin like a large piece of cream on her front chest, with a undulating hill, proud and upright. Under her short sleeves, the lower half of her arm was exposed, as white as snow, and her slender jade hand gently held a slender sword, like a little frost in a cold plum. Her gentle face smiled faintly, and she looked like autumn water. She felt trapped in the lake light at first glance.

Yuan Dong stood on the left side of his body, his breath was Ning Ding, Yuan Li Xiong Hong, and a bronze dagger was gathered behind his wrist, like a poisonous snake hidden. Obviously, if Yuan Dong hadn't taken action, he would have been corpse in the local area now.

"Who are you?" Zeng Li asked angrily. "Wanyue!" The woman's voice was as light as water, exuding a thrilling charm, as if there was an escaping sound around the beams, and it was endless. Before he knew it, he was already intoxicated. Zeng Li calmed his mind and said in surprise: "Feature! You actually know how to charm! Come on me and kill her!" Everyone in Yi Juxing Palace moved and was about to rush forward immediately. But when he saw the woman, he felt charming and could not gather his mind, and his legs could not move even a single step.

Wan Yue gently closed her skirt, stepped forward slowly, and smiled indifferently, "What, killed me? Isn't the Lord Zeng Li aware of the preciousness of life? Every life comes from his parents, but death is silent at this time. Wouldn't it be wasted this life? I advise you to have good thoughts and take the disciples of Yi Juxing Palace back! Do you want them all to be buried here?"

Every step of Wanyue's step, it seems like a breeze is gentle, and the skirt is floating, as if stepping on an illusory place, walking in the sea of ​​clouds and sky, floating like a fairy. Every word of her is like a beautiful spring light, the gurgling water flow makes people drift and indulge in it. Zeng Li feels a solemn and murderous aura, as if it is like the autumn wind, roaring thunder, with the power of hurting the spirit and snatching the soul.

"Ah!" A pain in his mind, as if a sword had cut open the divine marrow, and he shouted uncontrollably. Suddenly, the cold light flew, and the sword was like the wind. Zeng Li was inexplicably shocked and could not move. He could only watch the sword stabbed into his chest. It was like an autumn leaf, like a stream of light, and the whole world was left with that sharp edge.

"Stop it! If you kill him, the disciples of Yaoguang Palace will die faster." As the faint sound and light and shadow broke, Zeng Li terrified that the sword had reached his chest. He hurriedly retreated, but only turned half of his body, and another wound was left on his chest, almost connected to the previous wound, forming a blood groove that ran across his chest, and Sen Ran's sternum was faintly seen.

The broken arm that Yuan Dong had left was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and was horizontally under his feet, and blood was still gushing from the broken mouth. He looked at the broken arm with a bleak expression.

Zeng Li Dingdengdeng took a few steps back, and his fear was far greater than everything he saw on his pale face. In this huge fear, he suddenly felt a decay that he had never experienced before. Everything he had just obtained seemed to be away from him in an instant. He was unwilling to give up and shouted like crazy: "Kill them! Kill them for me!"

Yuan Dong sighed sadly and said to himself: "It's over! Everything is over!" He knew that all the previous efforts had been wasted with Zeng Li's words. He waved his arm resolutely and shot out a phantom.

At the same time, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. More than a dozen Yaoguang Palace disciples suddenly fell to the ground, but there was no scream. They were all cut off their necks and hissing sounds came out of their throats. A pool of blood on the ground reflected their frightened faces. Suddenly, a Yaoguang Palace disciple shouted, "Who are you?" He took a step back in panic, facing the sword, facing another disciple. He seemed panicked, and his hands holding the sword were trembling slightly. The disciple opposite looked extremely calm, saying, "I am me!" He walked over slowly, "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you become like this?"

The disciple said in horror: "You...you are not him." The long sword in his hand suddenly drew a sword shadow to cover the disciple opposite. The next moment, he fell to the ground like a fall from the water, motionless. Blood came out, like a red river.

The disciples of Yaoguang Palace who formed the sword formation couldn't help but leaned tighter. They looked at the quietly standing figure, full of vigilance. The man's face was cold and holding a long sword in his hand. The technique he used to kill his fellow disciples was assassination. They could be completely sure that this person was not a real disciple of Yaoguang Palace.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen people were inexplicably corpsed. The entire sword formation seemed to have been torn apart, becoming inconsistent and no longer had the sharp aura as before. In the gap, there were dozens of figures standing in front of them. They were wearing moon-white robes and stood faintly confronting the disciples of the sword formation, with a cold expression and murderous intent in their eyes. If you look closely, you will find that each of them had a dagger hidden in their hands.

With a "bang", something fell to the ground and rolled to Baihualiu's feet. She saw that it was Zeng Li's head, with wide eyes, which was very terrifying. She leaned back, but showed a gloating expression.

Yuan Dong walked over, took the black iron dagger from Zeng Li's body, raised it, raised his voice, and said, "All the disciples of Yi Juxing Palace follow my orders and withdrew from Yaoguang Palace." The disciples of Yi Juxing Palace who were scattered on the side of the hall immediately moved, still maintaining a scattered formation, moving over like a giant beast, and stood behind Yuan Dong. Baihualiu, Manni, Yuan Xiangqiu and other powerful people in the Star Palace were clearly frightened and scared on their faces, because there were people coming out from behind them and then standing in the array of Yi Juxing Palace.
Chapter completed!