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90. Bloody Storm 02

"Yue'er, you can leave while it's chaotic! If this continues, we will definitely be slaughtered by Wang and Shi's family. You can go and leave a lineage for the Ying family. Grandpa will take the lead here!" Mr. Ying was covered in blood.

, there were several cuts on the black robe. He was holding a long sword in his hand, and his clenched hand was trembling slightly.

He was a figure at the pinnacle of Xuan Gang Mirror, but even though he was used to seeing life and death, he couldn't help but kill with mercy. He was sick, and he was exhausted after fighting for such a long time.

Ying Zhuyue's forehead was blocked by a strand of long hair, and her face was splashed with blood. The clothes on her body had long been stained with blood, and the original color could not be seen clearly. Her left arm was even soaked with blood.

Just now, several people from Xuan Gangjing besieged her, but she was overwhelmed and was stabbed with a sword.

After pausing for a moment, the sword wound on her shoulder rushed to her brain. The pain caused cold sweat to flow from her face. But she endured it, her face looking like a murderous god.

"Even if I want to leave, Shi Shangxing won't let me go." Ying Zhuyue shook his head and said, "I killed his two sons. We have a mortal hatred. He won't just watch me leave."

Go."

Sure enough, while the two were talking, several more long swords were stabbed at Ying Zhuyue. They were all Xuan Gangjing characters, and they were extremely fast, and they were in front of Ying Zhuyue in an instant.

Ying Zhuyue hurriedly turned sideways and leaned down, several long swords grazing her cheeks dangerously. The old man shouted loudly, "Stop hurting my grandson!"

But he was exhausted at this time, and he was no match for those figures in the Xuan Gang Mirror. After just one move, he was forced to the left and right. The old man tried his best to deal with it, but he didn't see a long knife stabbing him from behind.

Ying Zhuyue's pupils shrank, she shouted suddenly, raised her energy, and struck out the long sword in her hand with all her strength.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of swords clashing was heard, and the long sword thrown by Ying Zhuyue completely shattered the sword, and the blade fell like pieces of broken glass.

The man holding the sword was none other than Wang Weishan. The sword god was shattered by Ying Zhuyue's blow. He was so shaken that he was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Ying Zhuyue.

Ying Zhuyue was not going to be polite to him, so he seized the opportunity of him being stunned, flicked his wrist, and the bone-breaking fan flew out with a "whoosh" sound.

It was too late for Wang Weishan to react, but at this moment, a folding fan also appeared in the air, whistling and cutting off the path of the broken bone fan.

Wang Yixing had a gloomy look on his face and shouted in Wang Weishan's ear: "Father, if you don't want to die, go back!" He could be stunned at the moment of life and death. This father was really the best.

Ying Zhuyue stopped entangled with the father and son, and retreated to the old man's side. With a flip of her wrist, a long sword was sucked into her hand, and with a few "swish" sounds, she forced the attackers back.

Just as the scene was tense, a dull sound suddenly sounded in the dark night. The sound was very loud, like thunder.

Hearing this voice, everyone present paused unconsciously.

Ying Zhuyue looked happy, knowing that someone triggered the mechanism of the secret passage and detonated the thunder bomb. Those people will be buried underground forever.

After Shi Shangxing heard the sound, he instinctively felt that something was wrong. Seeing Ying Zhuyue's expression, he became even more convinced. After feeling it with his heart, he could not detect Shi Qing's breath in his consciousness.

"Thunderball again!"

Shi Shangxing's expression changed again, and he knew in his heart that he had fallen into Ying Zhuyue's scheme again.

"Old man, are you still waiting for your people to attack from both sides?" Ying Zhuyue's cold voice sounded. She stood in the crowd. Although she was covered in blood, she could not hide the heroic look in her eyebrows.


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