The shouts of killing were accompanied by the wind and sand, and whips fell all over Bilianzhou. The bright flags trembled in the wind and sand, and the red tassels of the spears danced wildly in the wind.

"Prepare for war! Defend!" Leng Yinghua's roar echoed throughout Bilian Continent.

What followed was a burst of drum sound that almost broke people's hearts. "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" One after another, dull and heavy. In the cold light of the sword, Leng Yinghua stood with the sword on his body.

Supervising the battle at Gaotai, the boy who delivered the order wished he could have wings and pass on the news bit by bit.

The drumbeats are sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes slow like rolling thunder, sometimes fast like jumping frogs. The air in the entire Bilian Continent is burning and boiling because of the sound of the drums. The burning blood is boiling in every eager chest.

Flags were waving, guiding everyone on their way. The entire Bilian Continent was like a huge roulette wheel, spinning in the dust.

The drumbeat suddenly stopped.

A cold arrow shot from a dark corner and penetrated the drummer's chest.

The drumstick fell to the ground with a dull sound, throwing out a shower of blood.

Immediately another drummer took over the drumsticks without hesitation.

There was a long and tragic cry from the corner, and a white shadow was torn into pieces by the sword light. The bow in his hand was also cut into two pieces. Leng Yinghua's long sword was sheathed, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"Oops... Leng Zuoshi!" The martial artist, covered in blood, staggered and rolled all the way to Leng Yinghua's feet. His sword had a broken edge, and his face was mottled with heavy blood.

, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He fell to the ground and could no longer get up, as if all his strength had been exhausted by this staggering walk.

Leng Yinghua recognized him. He was Qi Tianqiao's deputy. Cheng Tianjie followed Qi Tianqiao and was called a guard. However, at this moment, a fierce battle should have been going on. An ominous premonition appeared in Leng Yinghua's mind: "What happened to the third young master?"

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"Keep... I can't keep it anymore..."

"What?"

"On all sides... there are white shadows on all sides. The north is about to be lost. The third young master rushed to support... On the way... he was blocked by white shadows..." The voice became softer and softer, and it became more and more difficult to pronounce words, but Leng Yinghua couldn't care less.

So many, he was shaken and kept asking: "What? Where did the white shadow come from?"

"Everywhere on Bilian Continent..." There was no sound again.

Leng Yinghua's heart was in turmoil. He had heard the shouts of killing from under the high platform, getting closer and closer. Why did Bai Ying appear on Bilian Continent without any warning? Why did he attack like the ground was shaking?

As calm as water? Is this white shadow from Konoha or Chu Tao? Wei feels shrouded in darkness like never before. Is he going to lose?

No, keep it no matter what!

In the bronze cauldron, raging fire ignited on the high platform. When the Green Lotus Continent was on fire, the four sides must support it. However, will anyone come?

Leng Yinghua was about to raise his sword and come down when he saw a figure wearing a bamboo hat walking from a distance. There was no longer any obstruction around, or in other words, any flaunted sword could no longer stop this person. Although this person

His long sword is still hidden under his robe.

The flying white robe is like entering a deserted place.

Under the high platform, there were raging fires and billowing smoke. The hastily lit beacon served as the background, reflecting the man's slender silhouette and the figure fighting in the darkness. Behind the man, there was already a sea of ​​red blood.

.On all sides, cries of pain and despair swept through the mountains and tsunami-like turmoil.
Chapter completed!