The bodies of the four people were also pierced by several sharp blades at the same time, releasing several clouds of blood mist, which fell as heavy as rag bags around the white fox.
At the same time, a protective shield appeared around the man in white again, protecting him and the white fox, blocking the blood mist that sprayed out, injuring one and killing four in an instant. However, there was no trace of blood on him and his mount, and they remained the same.
Clean as new life, spotless.
In that blow just now, all of Long Xiang's fighting spirit was deflected by the shield of the man in white. He had already been seriously overshot and was counterattacked by his own fighting spirit. At this time, he was already at the end of his strength, but he still used his sword to support the ground and fought to the last
With all his strength, he got up from the ground, stood tremblingly in front of Chu Tianjiao, who was standing there motionless, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth.
"Princess, leave quickly!"
All this may seem complicated, but in fact, it only happened in an instant. In this short moment, Chu Tianjiao did not move even a step from the moment he was pushed away by Long Xiang.
Seeing Long Xiang's tall figure standing upright little by little, standing between her and the man in white, even though he was as ruthless as Chu Tianjiao, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
How could He Lanji be so loyal to his subordinates?!
A hint of shock flashed through the pink eyes of the man in white, "Okay, I'll help you!" Following his voice, his right hand stretched out again, and no one could see how he moved.
There is already an extra thin sword.
Like his man, the sword was also silver-white like snow. It was made of an unknown material. It was as translucent as ice and snow. On the sword body, silver light shone, and the cold air was overwhelming.
What's especially weird is that the sword is not shaped like an ordinary long sword. The sword body is not straight, but has an arc shape. Moreover, the middle blade is wide and the two ends are slightly narrow, like a crescent moon.
At this time, it was the weather in early summer. Although the night was cool, the weather in the south had the warmth of summer. As soon as the sword appeared, the air around him instantly became cold, and Chu Tianjiao felt a trace of coldness on his palms exposed outside his sleeves.
Chill.
Long Xiang's body trembled, and his face became as pale as paper, "This is..."
The man in white glanced at the sword in his hand. A rare gentleness flashed through his eyes as cold as the cold moon. He stared at the sword, but he seemed to be looking at his most loyal partner. "Die under the cold moon sword.