The Night Dragon Clan monk is easy to recognize. Not only is he tall, but his skin is dull.

But the next moment, before the young man could move, a monk from the Night Dragon Clan rushed out to stop him.

"Yehui, escape.

We, the Yelong clan, have been loyal for generations, and even if we die, our reputation cannot be ruined in our generation!"

The Night Dragon Clan monk roared and fought with the man.

"kill!"

"Yehui, rush out with all your strength!"

All the Night Dragon monks appeared around him.

The young man named Ye Hui gritted his teeth and roared at the fastest speed in his life! "Rush out, you must rush out!"

Ye Hui's eyes turned red, and from the corner of his eye he saw his tribe members falling down.

but.

They protected him until death! "Ah!"

Yehui's muscles were all torn, and his speed repeatedly exceeded the limit.

But... "Boom!"

The four phantoms raised their hands and shot out an illusory pitch-black spear.

Yehui turned his head and stopped him with a change of expression.

"Bang!"

His left shoulder was directly pierced, and he was dragged and stuck on the city wall! The distance was only a wall! But when Ye Hui looked at the four phantoms floating towards him, he felt that it was as difficult to cross as a chasm.

"Leave it to me and then die. Do you want me to torture you?"

Four phantoms opened their mouths.

He flew in front of Yehui, and his hands turned into sharp claws that shone with cold luster.

Ye Hui felt uncontrollably frightened, because he vaguely saw a ferocious corpse in the shadow.

"You foreigners, I, Donghuang, will kill you!"

Yehui yelled, staring hard, waiting for death.

"If it weren't for the closure of the Eastern Barren, I, Nanling, would have ruled the Eastern Barren long ago."

The four phantoms sneered, and their sharp claws pierced Yehui's skin.

"Feel the pain, feel the despair..." The four phantoms exerted their strength.

But just at this moment.

"Buzz!"

The city wall suddenly trembled, and the bricks continued to shake.

The next moment.

The city wall beside Yehui suddenly exploded.

There was a sword light, and a figure followed closely.

"boom!"

Four phantoms flew upside down and screamed sharply: "Who!"

Ye Hui turned his head in shock, and a hooded man in black robe supported him. The sword in his hand was as bright as starlight.

The man in black robe raised his head, his hood slipped off, revealing a resolute face.

"Sword cultivator, Su Bufan."
Chapter completed!