Capítulo 1057: Chapter 1061: Crisis, Bei Jun Appears (Part 4)
“Now, let show you who the real trash is! Co on, let’s go together and kill this group of people!”
Swoosh!
In an instant, everyone charged forward.
The war erupted at this touch…
Blood instantly spilled from the sky, and from ti to ti, soone would fall from the air, crashing heavily to the ground.
No matter how strong the combatants are, the Beimo Palace fighters can’t match the others here, but their advantage is in numbers.
Swarms of people dropped from the sky to the ground, and soon another row ascended, even if Zi Qianjing and others possess strong strength, facing so many Supre Realm fighters will eventually exhaust them…
In monts, Zi Qianjing’s silver robe was stained with blood, flashing in the sky like a dazzling rose, captivating the world.
At this mont, even “turning the world upside down” could hardly describe the man now…
“The enemy’s numbers are nurous; this is not the way forward,” Zi Qianjing furrowed his brows slightly, turned to glance at the back mountain where Ye Wuchen was secluded, and silently worried in his heart.
If he could erge from seclusion, perhaps they could defeat these people…
But now, he’s at the most critical mont; disrupting him might prevent the next opportunity from ever coming again…
“Jingjing, watch out!”
Zi Shao’s worried voice rang in Zi Qianjing’s ears. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts, with a clang as his Longsword blocked the sudden attack, the blade turning, piercing into the enemy’s chest, and instantly, hot blood surged out, staining the entire sky…
Seeing he was unhard, Zi Shao breathed a sigh of relief, focusing wholly on the enemies before him…
This battle lasted a full day and night.
Mou Fei blocked an attack with his sword, his aged face dripping with sweat, his expression full of exhaustion; already feeling drained, even his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Bam!
A foot slamd into his chest, sending him plumting towards the ground, and simultaneously, soone thrust a Longsword towards his throat.
Just as the Longsword was about to reach him, with a clang, a figure blocked it from before him.
“Mou Fei, are you alright?” The dicine Saint turned to Mou Fei, hastily inquiring.
Mou Fei gave a wry smile.
For years, the Martial Sect and dicine Sect had always been sworn enemies, yet now, at this critical mont, the one saving him was his lifelong adversary…
Such a taste makes Mou Fei’s heart uneasy.
But right now, the most crucial thing is to face powerful enemies like Beimo Palace…
“I’m fine.”
Mou Fei shook his head, a cold gleam flickering in his gaze: “I can continue fighting! Only by eradicating Beimo Palace can East Island return to peace!”
In comparison, what do his grudges with the dicine Saint even count for?
“Since you’re alright, let’s fight together.” The dicine Saint smiled, his gaze once again fixed on the enemy, his figure flashing and rushing forward, a sword appearing in his hand simultaneously…
“Jingjing.”
Zi Shao stood firmly beside Zi Qianjing, pursed his thin lips, and said, “The opponent’s numbers are too great; if this continues, even if we don’t perish at their hands, our side will still be exhausted to death. I don’t know if you have any other thods.”
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