She swung her sword, superimposing nine levels of sword power, and was able to withstand the siege this time.

However, she still ignored what was behind them.

Behind them, Fan Daocheng and Lu Xingchen drew their swords at the same time and stabbed Chen Hetu.

Moreover, there is only half a meter away from Chen Hetu.

When Yun Xiaoyue saw this, she was horrified.

She wanted to block with her knife, but it was too late.

She could only hold Chen Hetu with one hand and turn around quickly.

In the end, Lu Xingchen and Fan Daocheng's swords pierced Yun Xiaoyue's sides.

"puff!"

Yun Xiaoyue vomited blood and vomited all over Chen Hetu.

The next second, Yun Xiaoyue's body collapsed to the ground.

When Chen Hetu saw this, he yelled: "Yun Xiaoyue!!"

However, when Yun Xiaoyue fell to the ground, there was still a smile on her lips.

She did it!

Before she collapsed, she did it!

She didn't let Chen Hetu get hurt at all!

However, facing Yun Xiaoyue's smile, Chen Hetu couldn't smile. On the contrary, he had already burst into tears.

He looked at Yun Xiaoyue blankly and murmured: "You must hold on! Don't die! Don't die!"

His voice was a little choked.

However, Yun Xiaoyue smiled and closed her eyes.

Chen Hetu was horrified and hurriedly threw himself next to Yun Xiaoyue and tested Yun Xiaoyue's breathing.

He was relieved after learning that Yun Xiaoyue was only seriously injured and lost too much blood and fell into a coma.

Then, he slowly stood up from the ground, looked at Zhao Changsheng, Lu Xingchen, Fan Daocheng, as well as other sect heads, elders, and elders of various clans, and said word by word:

"I, Chen Hetu, will remember today's revenge! When I recover my spiritual energy, it will be the time of your death."

Although he has no aura, he exudes a terrifying murderous aura.

It makes people afraid of sacrifice.

He didn't even dare to look at Chen Hetu.

Fan Daocheng said with a sneer: "Who are you scaring? Do you think you have a chance to recover your spiritual energy?"

After the words fell, Fan Daocheng drew his sword.

"Let's see who else can save you!"

Now Yun Xiaoyue has been seriously injured and has fallen into a coma. It can be said that as long as she hands out a sword, Chen Hetu will die under his own sword.

At this time, Fan Daocheng didn't panic anymore.

Chen Hetu glared at Fan Daocheng, without speaking or taking a step back.

Fan Daocheng was not in a hurry to draw his sword. Instead, he looked at Chen Hetu playfully and said, "Today, I will kill you to avenge my disciple!"

The apprentice he was talking about was Lu Yuandao, a talented young man he was once proud of, but because of Chen Hetu's insult, he no longer had the possibility to improve.

Chen Hetu sneered and said: "If you want revenge, just come! I want to see what you are capable of!"

He stood there proudly, with a look of indifference on his face.

Fan Daocheng hesitated a little when he saw Chen Hetu being so confident.

He couldn't help but start to make random guesses in his mind.

"Did Chen Hetu regain his spiritual energy?"

At this time, Lu Xingchen, the head of the Xuanyang Sword Sect, said: "What nonsense can you say to him? Just kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed Chen Hetu with his sword.
Chapter completed!