Inside the hall.

A woman in her thirties has a skin of frost, delicate facial features, and a pair of peach eyes that are pure and lustful. The loose and thin gauze dress cannot stop her beautiful figure.

At this time, her beautiful lips were slightly closed, and she was as angry as she was, and there were mottled blood on her hands and clothes. It was obvious that she had just passed a big battle.

Your Highness, a few young women with equally outstanding appearance and excellent figures, sat tiredly on the bench, their pretty faces were covered with dirt, their hair was scattered, and their clothes were covered with blood.

This is Biyao Palace, and the top is the princess Ningyue of Biyao Palace.

After two days of hard fighting, the front hall and gate of Biyao Palace have become ruins. Nearly a thousand disciples in Biyao Palace have been killed and injured, and now only more than 200 disciples are left guarding the last main hall.

The moon is clear, and when the sun begins to rise tomorrow, it will be the time when the Biyao Palace is destroyed.

Everything now is just a stubborn resistance.

However, she had no regrets. As a neutral camp, Biyao Palace has never participated in the power struggle in the eight directions, but is dedicated to saving the weak women in the eight directions.

This is a sect with women as the main body, from the heads to the servants, all women are women.

Originally, Biyao Palace was very harmonious with all the surrounding sects, but a few days ago, Wang Huanzhi established the Medicine God Pavilion, and Fu Ye in Qinglong City led Tianding Mountain to join the sect. For the hegemony of the Medicine God Pavilion and the expansion of the power of Tianding Mountain, Tianding Mountain launched a sweeping attack on the surrounding sects with the help of several Medicine God Pavilion masters.

The Biyao Palace and most sects were forced to fight, and there was no attempt in the middle to make peace. After all, as a neutral sect, they did not want to get involved in any disputes.

But the conditions offered by Tianding Mountain really made Ningyue difficult to speak of. They did not want the power of Biyao Palace, but slandered their bodies.

Fighting for dignity is the only belief in everyone in the heart of Bi Yao Palace.

Almost at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside. Ningyue raised her body slightly, and the long sword handrail was about to walk out of the hall.

Could it be that those people from Tianding Mountain launched a surprise attack while the night was shining?!

Several young female disciples also forced themselves to stand up at this time.

At this moment, a female disciple hurriedly ran in.

"Report to the Palace Master!"

The visitor knelt on the ground, obviously in shock.

"What happened outside? The people from Tianding Mountain attacked again?" Ningyue said coldly.

"A silver dragon suddenly circled outside just now, and a child was sitting on the silver dragon, but it seemed that he was not from Tianding Mountain." After saying that, the disciple presented a stacked silver cloth.

Ningyue frowned strangely while opening the silver cloth, "What is this?"

If Bai Xiaosheng of Jianghu knew that he was regarded as a child because of his height, he would not know what he should think.

"The child on the Silver Dragon said that as long as we are willing to raise the silver cloth tomorrow, someone will come to save us." The disciple said.

Once the silver cloth is opened, it is a banner, with a simple logo of a hat on it.

Several disciples also came over at this time, and one of them was more handsome than the other.

"Master, what does this mean?"

"Why do we need to hang this flag?"

"Is it a new sect?"

A group of female disciples expressed their guesses. Although Ningyue had not spoken, she kept searching for memories in her mind, trying to find out which sect had this pattern.

But unfortunately, Ningyue didn't expect it.

"Master, what should we do? Do we want to hang this flag?"

"The other party is unknown. If they are like Yunding Mountain and are a bunch of stinky hooligans, what should we do? Isn't this just leaving the tiger's den and like a dragon pond?"

"Yes, if so, it would be better than our dying vigorously."

Ningyue is also struggling with this issue, but this is the only opportunity to get help at present. As a neutral sect, although the rights of the sect can be used freely, because there is no corresponding force, there is no force to be supported at this critical moment.

What should I do?!

Early the next morning, the sun rose.

As the charge sounded at the foot of the mountain, 70,000 troops from Yunding Mountain rushed forward.

Faced with the fierce attack, Bi Yao Palace barely resisted by relying on the advantage of terrain. Although these women were brave and good at fighting, they could not resist the enemy that was coming like a flood.

By noon, more than 200 female disciples were forced to retreat into the main hall because they were exhausted and lacked enough personnel.

Although they are great enough for these women, the situation makes them even more serious.

Tens of thousands of troops surrounded them.

Mr. Fu, with his huge belly, was wearing a set of fiery red armor, and a helmet like a lightning rod on his head, slowly arrived at the front of the team.

"Ningyue, please hear it clearly. Hand over the divine Yanzhu and surrender to me with all your female disciples. For your good looks, Mr. Fu accepted you as a concubine. Your female disciples will be your wife for my brothers. Otherwise, this will be your fate."

After saying that, Master Fu cut off with a big knife and immediately cut the body of a female disciple in front of him into two.

Dog Legs smiled at this time: "Master Fu, there are three more tonight."

Mr. Fu smiled, his face full of joy.

In the hall, Ningyue led the last hundred disciples, each with pale faces and scars on his body.

With huge physical energy consumption and total inequality in the number of people, Bi Yao Palace is in danger.

Looking at the disciples behind him, Ningyue gritted her teeth and gave the silver cloth from last night to a female disciple: "Hang the flag."

As soon as he finished speaking, several female disciples immediately knelt down: "Parent Lord, think twice."

"I thought about it. If the other party is really like the people in Genting Mountain, we will not be too late to die, but if they are good people, we might have a glimmer of hope." Ningyue said seriously.

She could die, but these female disciples were still young, so they shouldn't have done so.

"But……"

A group of female disciples obviously did not support Ningyue's approach. They had long been indifferent to life and death. They would rather live with dignity than be bullied by anyone.

Besides, many people don’t think that raising this flag is of use at this time.

After all, even if the other party is coming, if they want to deal with so many disciples in Yunding Mountain, the other party must have enough people.

But last night, Ningyue had sent disciples to inquire nearby, but there was no large-scale team stationed nearby.

"Don't worry, I'll go!" Ningyue shouted coldly.

At this time, Fu Ye, who was leading thousands of troops, suddenly heard something in the hall, and thought that it was when Biyao Palace finally couldn't hold on and was about to open the door and surrender.

The door opened, and a female disciple slowly walked out, holding a long pole in her hand, and then she slowly raised the long pole.

At the end of the long pole is a flag engraved with a hat!
Chapter completed!