"Nonsense, if you dare to disobey orders, I will kill you..."
Zhao Jiuwen shouted loudly and suddenly exploded, killing Murong Chuixue who was charging towards him.
He wanted to use himself to lure Murong Chuixue and his people away and create opportunities for other Zhao family members to escape. Only in this way could the elders around him have a chance to survive.
"What should I do?" Seeing that Zhao Jiuwen had rushed out alone, an elder who was lying on his back said in a low voice.
"What are you afraid of, rush out and fight..."
Several people stood up suddenly at the same time and attacked Murong Chuixue together.
"Xia Ziyan is a little scared. She is only at the seventh level and has not even reached the eighth level. To rush out at this time is to seek death. The other party's Murong Chuixue is a master figure. A little person like her can't even fill his teeth..."
Looking at the elders from a distance, they were beaten until they vomited blood.
Xia Ziyan quietly carried the medicine bag, climbed to the other side, and then quickly slid down the mountain along the steep slope of the snow.
Zhao Qianye was running up the mountain when he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly and fighting fiercely on the mountainside.
At this time, he glanced to the side and saw a small black dot sliding down the snow on the mountain.
After getting closer, I realized it was Xia Ziyan.
Zhao Qianye quickly jumped up from the ground, rushed over and grabbed Xia Ziyan who was still sliding down.
"Brother Zhao..."
Xia Ziyan hugged him and started crying.
Just now, she had no choice but to slide down the snow, but the slide became faster and faster, and she could no longer stop. She was about to fall into the abyss. Fortunately, Zhao Qianye rushed up and dragged her back.
"Xia Ziyan, where are they?"
Zhao Qianye realized something had happened and asked hurriedly.
"Brother Zhao, they are up there and are being besieged by Murong Chuixue and his men."
Zhao Qianye was anxious and said quickly: "I'll go up to help them, you wait here..."
Only then did he realize that the sound of fighting above was Murong Chuixue besieging Zhao Jiuwen and the others.
Zhao Qianye rushed towards the mountain desperately, this was already his fastest speed.
At this time on the mountain, Zhao Jiuwen had been beaten by Murong Chuixue until he vomited blood, and four or five bones in his heart were broken.
"Old guy, your bones are still very hard..."
Seeing that Zhao Jiuwen was not dead, Murong Chuixue rushed forward again, raised his fist, and hit Zhao Jiuwen hard on the head.
Zhao Jiuwen was unable to resist, and he punched him into the snow. The red blood dyed the snow red.
"Great Elder Jiuwen..."
At this time, the Zhao family, who were fighting fiercely with several Jinpin elders of the Murong family, watched helplessly as Zhao Jiuwen was beaten to death, and rushed towards them while shouting anxiously.
Murong Chuixue's face was filled with a cruel smile.
He wiped the blood off his fist and rushed towards the other Zhao family elders again.
These people are only gold-grade. Facing a master at the master level like him, there is no possibility of survival.
Murong Chuixue already treated these Zhao family elders as dead people.
The wind suddenly picked up again, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.
Murong Chuixue jumped up and rushed towards an elder of the Zhao family who had already run to Zhao Jiuwen.
"Come on, Murong the dog thief, I'm not afraid of you..."
Several elders from the Zhao family turned out to be unusually brave at this moment.
Zhao Jiuwen's blood just now has completely stimulated their bloody nature.
At this time, several people rushed towards Murong Chuixue madly, showing a tragic and heroic spirit of not being afraid of death and dying generously. (To be continued)