Zhang Shizhao secretly wiped his cold sweat. Even they didn't notice that this man was not dead. He was lying on the ground pretending to be dead when he heard them coming. If it weren't for Ling Chuxi's sword, once they left, the few remaining
The children of the Su family who came down were unprepared and might fall into his hands.
He had seen Ling Chuxi's strength and softness before, but now he saw her ruthless side, and he couldn't help but be secretly afraid. This sect leader is by no means some sage and saint. When it is time to be ruthless, who should he compare to?
How cruel! Fortunately, I went there in time, otherwise Zhang Yuhong would have met the same fate as the man in black.
Su Yanhua and others also reacted, drew out their long swords and struck a few blows at the men in black on the ground. Although they were not ruthless people, they would never show any mercy to those who killed their fellow sect members.
All this is a long story, but it actually only took a moment. The few disciples were left responsible for treating the wounded, while Ling Chuxi and others continued to rush forward.
Behind the house is the Purple Fragrance Garden, from which the faint fragrance of herbs flows.
Hundreds of Jindan Sect descendants were guarding the garden gate and high walls, using machine formations to resist a large number of masked men in black.
In the garden, intermittent groans of pain could be heard. They must have been descendants of the sect who had gone in to bandage their injuries.
Those men in black were holding swords, and each of them had a strong body and struck fiercely. If it were not for the machine formation, the descendants of the Jindan Sect would not be able to persist now, but even so, they would suffer heavy casualties.
At the gate of the garden, an old man with a fluttering white beard stood guard and fought with four enemies in a majestic manner. His sword was exquisite and smooth, with endless changes, flowing smoothly but with hidden murderous intent. It was the swordsmanship of Jindan Sect.
This old man is naturally Elder Yuan, and he is also the truly strongest master of the Zhang family. Even Zhang Shizhao is a bit inferior to him in strength.
However, at this time, facing the joint attack of four opponents, Elder Yuan was already exhausted. The white beard on his chest was stained with blood, and one hand was hanging by his side. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. If it were not for the exquisite swordsmanship,
, has long been defeated.
The situation of other descendants of the sect was even more critical, with some people screaming and falling to the ground from time to time.
"Death!" Seeing another disciple fall in front of him, Elder Yuan shouted, and the sword force suddenly changed, opening and closing the sword wide and slashing an opponent away.
But at this moment, the palm of a man in black was also slapped on the chest. Elder Yuan had no time to avoid it, so he could only gather his energy to receive the slap. With a muffled sound, Elder Yuan took two steps back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He came out, his body shook violently, his face was as white as a piece of paper, he was seriously injured.
How could those opponents miss such a good opportunity? At the same time, they thrust their swords towards Yuan Chang's chest, throat, and ribs. Elder Yuan received that palm, his internal organs were shaken and he couldn't lift it up in one breath. Knowing that he would definitely die, he looked up to the sky and shouted
Sigh.
"Stop!" Seeing that Elder Yuan was about to be killed by the sword, Su Yi pointed his eyelids to splitting, shouted and rushed forward with his sword.
Although he was fast, the opponent was close at hand, and his attack this time was a sure-kill blow. When he heard Su Yizhi shouting, he just sneered and sent one person to block Su Yizhi, while the others continued to attack Elder Yuan.
Stab away.
Seeing the murderous intent in the eyes of the other people, Su Yi pointed his finger anxiously and angrily, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. Do you want him to watch his fellow disciples die tragically in front of him?!