The weapons that struck Helian Huayue's body were all the incarnations of the Drinking Hate Sword. The sword was like a life force, smashing and closing, transcending.

That silent lightning flash made all the Jin army instinctively take a step back, terrified!

With a loud noise, Helian Huayue collapsed with an ending similar to that of thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

And Helian Huayue's ax that almost succeeded in a sneak attack was currently resting under Yin'er's Xiyin sword.

Although it took Yin'er a lot of effort to stop this axe, and he is still sweating profusely, but at this moment the danger is over, Yin'er holds Lin Qian's hot palm, knowing that he can give Lin Qian a victory no matter when and where.

Hearing the good news, he took a long breath and felt relaxed and proud. He turned around and looked up at Qian, smiling in a formal way of taking credit.

Seeing Yin'er's self-confidence soaring, Lin Qian also laughed from the bottom of his heart. Helian Huayue ignored her in the end and "showed off her fists and embroidered her legs"? How could she be worthy of Feng Nuxia?

"Let's go." Lin Qian was almost exhausted, but his arrogance shocked the whole audience. He said this with arrogance.

The coach died violently. Even though there were hundreds of Jin troops, how dare they fight again? What a bunch of walking corpses, leaving only an open space and a smooth road for Qian Yin!

"Yeah." Yin'er smiled and nodded, no matter what the prospect was.

After tossing and turning in battle, Yin'er said to Lin Qian in her heart, "Follow you, I may fight like a warrior, or I may be on the run, but God has given me glory. No matter where I go, I always bring a smile."
Chapter completed!