Just between the lightning and flint, a purple sword light flashed past!
The two men in black stiffened and froze. The swords in their hands fell to the ground, and they also fell down.
A white ghost-like figure appeared in front of her, the wind blew gently, the white clothes on his body fluttered slightly, and a breeze carried a few wisps of the faint scent of sandalwood into the tip of her nose.
Murong Ge blinked hard and then saw the person in front of him clearly.
"Shu Jian..." She called his name, her vision became blurred, and her consciousness quickly receded.
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With a "bang", the long sword fell to the ground. Wei Mingxuan fell helplessly in a pool of blood. He gritted his teeth fiercely as he looked at Murong Yu who was lying beside him.
"Rong Yu, Rong Yu..." He shouted as hard as he could. Rong Yu fell to the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and he didn't react at all.
Damn it, these damn guys!
A white horse came to a stop in front of him with elegant steps. A man in white robe stared at his face with cold and strange eyes, and his voice was as cold as blood: "You are Wei Mingxuan."
It's not a question, but an affirmative sentence, just waiting for his nod.