There was a small gap in their throats. No one could see their wounds unless it was the oozing red.

The faces of dozens of men in black changed slightly, and they gathered their eyes and swept at the uninvited guest. This was a young man. His eyes were full of killing and nervousness, but also had a hint of perseverance.

He held a sword in his hand, a sword that had already been sheathed!

The man in black holding a samurai sword behind him looked surprised. He suddenly found that this boy was very entangled. He could only describe it as simple and ordinary, but when he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, no one could ignore his existence, a natural swordsman.

"I'll come here."

Li Yuan tilted his head slightly to Bai Jin: "Young Master Ye is looking for you."

Before Platinum nodded or responded, the man in black took advantage of this gap and rushed over. His body was destroyed in the air. He once again appeared two meters away from Li Yuan. The samurai sword was almost pointing to Li Yuan's chest.

"Ding!" A red light flashed, and the man in black suddenly became cold. When his scream fell, there was already a broken hand on the ground.

The sword in Li Yuan's hand dripped with blood, and the man in black also bleeding from his wrist. Li Yuan stood there again with a nervous look on his face, as if he was a little lamb who could only be slaughtered, but everyone knows that he is not a lamb anymore.

No matter who has his hand cut off, he will never treat that person as a lamb again.

The man in black looked at the broken hand on the ground, then looked at the blood dripping from the wound and the blood dripping on his clothes.

Then he felt a severe pain, spreading from his wrist like a pointed needle. He suddenly groaned and fell backward to extinguish his vitality.

Dozens of enemies turned green.

When a person is really afraid, his face is not blue, but green, a very strange vomiting color. If he has not seen it with his own eyes, it is hard to imagine what color it is. Platinum can't stop twitching the corners of his mouth.

But he had confidence in Li Yuan.

"Young Master Ye, there are too many enemies!"

After handing over the command to the other three swordsmen, Bai Jin, covered in blood, quickly ran to the pavilion to report to Ye Lingtian: "There are many good players among them. The defense line of our organization was swallowed by them, and they really couldn't stop it. In another half an hour, they will attack the pavilion."

"We have killed at least four hundred people, but the other party still rushed over."
Chapter completed!