Qin shut up aggrievedly and stood beside Dongfang Lie peacefully.
"Zi Han, when did you surrender to Yan Dian?" Dongfang Lie asked in a deep voice. If he could have a relationship with Yan Dian, the power of the Dongfang family would not have to worry about the royal family and could expand unscrupulously.
"Do I need to surrender? Does I look cowardly?" Qiongying was very puzzled.
"Ahem, sister, you're so humorous." Qingjun couldn't help laughing. Her expressionless look and serious and puzzled tone were so cute and humorous.
Luo Yi Caiyi couldn't help but be stunned. There was only one person who had always defected to the Yan Palace. The Lord was the Lord of the Yan Palace. How could he be cowardly?
"Zi Han, then what is your relationship with the Ghost King of Yan Dian?" Dongfang Lie's face was gloomy and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.
"Why don't I know that someone in Yan Palace is called Ghost King?" Qiongying looked at Ye Chen in discomfort. She seemed to have teased him with this matter.
"Master, it's just a rumor, the rumor is not credible." Ye Chen's expression was a little unnatural. She asked him who the Ghost King was more than two years ago. Does she still remember it?
"When is this time?" Qiongying asked.
"It's about three o'clock in the afternoon." Ye Chen replied.
"It's getting late, Dongfang Lie, are you still going to struggle to death?" Qiongying leaned against the back of the chair, with a calm expression and said tepidly.
"Looking for death!" Dongfang Lie shouted angrily and waved his hand to the man in black. He didn't want to go against Yan Dian, but Dongfang Lie is also easy to bully!
In an instant, the man in black rushed upwards, surrounding Qiongying and others.
"Luoyi, colorful robe." Qiongying said lightly.
Luo Yi Caiyi nodded and raised the magical sword to meet the men in black. They were one of the most outstanding swordsmen in Yan Dian, and they didn't take it seriously.
In an instant, there was a bloody storm, and this big and small front yard became a Shura field.
Qin and others were so scared that their legs became weak. They had never seen so many dead people, and the smell of blood was disgusting.
Dongfang Lie's face turned dark. The dead soldiers he had trained for many years were so vulnerable? The two women had a sixth level of cultivation, which he underestimated.
"Dad, you are not Zi Han's opponent." Jing Ao whispered in pain, the implication was to let Dongfang Lie escape. Han Yue Qiongying agreed to let others go, and he should not go back on his word.
"Impossible!" Dongfang Lie sneered. His cultivation level had already exceeded the seventh level, and he had just entered the eighth level. He had only a handful of venerables who had reached the eighth level on the entire continent. Even if the Ghost King of Yan Palace came, he would
Don't be afraid!
"Zi Han killed Luocheng." Jing Ao said in a deep voice. He could not watch his father be killed.
Dongfang Lie was shocked, how could it be? If he remembered correctly, Zi Han was only twelve years old and could not have such a high level of cultivation! If it was true, it would be a monster!
In just a quarter of an hour, most of the 100 dead soldiers were killed or injured, and the snow on the ground turned scarlet and extremely bright.
"Treasure! Death!" Dongfang Lie's eyes were full of viciousness, and a powerful force burst out.
The snowflakes on the ground suddenly rose, and were then rolled up by the airflow, attacking the people on the chair like huge waves.
With a bang, the chair was split into pieces, but there were no figures.
With a wave of the black robe sleeves, the snowflakes that swept through the mat suddenly stopped, and then slowly fell, as if it was just snowing.
"Master, why not let me take action?" Ye Chen said suddenly.
"Huh? Why?" Qiongying looked at him. He was not Dongfang Lie's opponent for the time being.