However, when Chen Hetu saw Yun Xiaoyue's smile, he felt infinitely moved in his heart, and at the same time, he felt very sad in his heart.

He knew that Yun Xiaoyue had already made up her mind to die.

Otherwise, she would not smile like this.

Chen Hetu's throat rolled, and he wanted to say something. However, when the words reached his mouth, they slipped into his stomach again.

Just because, at this time, he knew that nothing he said would be of any use.

Yun Xiaoyue couldn't possibly listen to him.

I saw that the smile on Yun Xiaoyue's face gradually solidified.

Then, she turned her head to Zhao Changsheng, Lu Xingchen, Fan Daocheng and the others.

When she looked at these people, her eyes revealed determination, and her whole body exuded an extremely cold murderous aura.

"Today, as long as I, Yun Xiaoyue, am still alive, I will never let you harm Chen Hetu in the slightest."

She spoke every word, loudly and forcefully.

At this time, the wind blew, blowing her long hair, and she became the protagonist of the whole world.

It was as if she was the only one in this world.

She stood there, the sword burning with fire turning into a flower in her hand.

Very beautiful.

It's irresistible to watch.

However, they all ignored the lethality of this sword.

Zhao Changsheng was the first to enter the range of Yun Xiaoyue's attack. He saw that his long sword had just penetrated within one meter of Yun Xiaoyue's body when it was chopped by the sword flower in Yun Xiaoyue's hand.

"clang!"

The long sword in Zhao Changsheng's hand broke.

He retreated hastily.

If it was one-on-one, when Zhao Changsheng's sword broke, Yun Xiaoyue would get up and step forward, and use the burning sword in her hand to strike at him again, and his head would be dismembered.

But now, she faces dozens or hundreds of people alone, and she has no chance at all.

Only then did Zhao Changsheng retreat to the back.

At the same time, the long swords of Lu Xingchen and Fan Daocheng also stabbed Yun Xiaoyue within one meter of her body.

Yun Xiaoyue was not afraid in the face of danger, and the sword in her hand became more gorgeous and powerful.

"clang!"

The blazing sword in Yun Xiaoyue's hand collided with the long swords in the hands of Lu Xingchen and Fan Daocheng.

The swords in their hands were broken again.

It was no surprise to either of them.

Especially Lu Xingchen, he had already had his long sword cut off by Yun Xiaoyue once, and the long sword in his hand now was borrowed from a disciple of the sect. The material was originally not good, and the break was indeed

normal.

He hurriedly retreated like last time, and Fan Daocheng followed closely behind.

Yun Xiaoyue still has no chance to take advantage of the victory, just because the heads and elders of other sects, as well as the elders of various clans, as well as sect disciples and family children, all have long swords in their hands pointed at Yun Xiaoyue

Stabbed over.

Even though Yun Xiaoyue's strength was astonishing, facing so many long swords, she was a little overwhelmed.

It can be said that her current situation is very, very dangerous.

She can block the first wave of attacks and the second wave of attacks, but she can't block the third wave of attacks.

The main reason is that there are just too many people!

Yun Xiaoyue not only had to face the attacks in front, but also had to look at the attacks on the left, right and behind.

At the beginning, Yun Xiaoyue could still rely on the sharpness and power of the sword to resist their attacks.
Chapter completed!