She said to Linze through lip language: "The Xuanyuan Sword is right here."
Linze's eyes darkened and he gave a look to his men: Stop the imperial army from coming here.
The men took the order and left.
Meanwhile, the remaining people were ready for war.
Suddenly, Long Aotian knelt on the ground on one knee, holding his right arm with his left arm and trembling all over.
Wei Zi quickly squatted down.
Long Aotian's teeth chattered, and he managed to squeeze out one word: "It hurts..."
Wei Zi didn't care about anything else. She picked up the sleeve of his right arm and her eyes suddenly trembled: "How could this happen?"
The red-gold flame seemed to be alive, exuding dazzling light. Not only that, Long Aotian's entire arm turned red, and the dragon with stripes on his arm opened its teeth and claws, as if it was about to burst out of the arm.
Wei Zi quickly rummaged through the painkillers in her purse.
At this time, Linze suddenly grabbed Long Aotian's right arm, his eyes full of shock: "Flame pattern..."
Wei Zi gave him a strange look and stuffed two painkillers into Long Aotian's mouth.
The painkillers didn't work that quickly, and Long Aotian almost fainted from the pain.
Ah San tried to give him internal strength, but it didn't help.
Linze stared at the flame and murmured: "It's useless..."
Why is it useless? Wei Zi was about to ask when he suddenly felt a strong cold air coming towards his face, and the Mu An clan members appeared quietly.
They were filled with black energy, and like puppets on strings, they slashed at Wei Zi and others with their knives.
Wei Zi quickly played the flute.
However, the sound of the flute could not stop them.
Wei Zi's heart suddenly went cold.
She understood that when the control of the Xuanyuan Sword was not so strong, the sound of the flute could briefly awaken the Mu An tribe. Now they were where the Xuanyuan Sword was. The Dragon Sect Master's arms looked like that, which showed how powerful the Xuanyuan Sword was. She
The sound of the flute is useless.
If they can't stop the Mu An tribe, then they have no chance of winning.
Seeing that one of the subordinates brought by Linze had been hacked by the Mu An tribesmen, Wei Zi immediately said, "Linze, let's go."
However, Linze didn't seem to hear her words and said to his subordinates: "Come in and bring out Mrs. Tian and Ji Xiu."
"Linze, we are no match for the Mu An tribe!" Wei Zi stopped him.
"I want to find Ji Xuanyuan and Xuanyuan Sword!" Linze returned his cold eyes.
"Then you have to live first!" Wei Zi said sternly.
"Does it matter life or death?" Linze swung his sword and stabbed the Makuan tribesman who was slashing at him, and paused slightly.
"Linze, they are members of the Mu'an tribe..." Wei Zi's voice was trembling: "The Jiuli tribe you want to protect are also members of the Mu'an tribe."
Linze's sword stopped in mid-air.
The veins in the hand holding the sword trembled, and he spoke with difficulty: "Withdraw."
A group of people fought at the foot of the mountain and broke through the encirclement.
Before they were about to leave, Linze soared into the air and shot a sleeve arrow into a dark room.
The sleeve arrow shot through the window paper silently.
In an instant, the window paper was on fire.
Mrs. Tian shouted: "Someone, come quickly!"
Wei Zi, who had already left Yunguang Hall, stopped suddenly with a thought in his mind, turned around and looked at the place where the fire was.
In the firelight, she saw a thin figure standing in the room.
Mrs. Tian and her servants were busy putting out the fire, but that figure seemed unaware of everything around him and stood calmly.
That person is——
Wei Zi's heart skipped a beat.
The people from the Mu An clan came like shadows, and she didn't dare to stay any longer, so she started running wildly after Ah San and the others.
