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However, before they could even get close, they were shot by Xuan Ge and the rest's arrows. Since Hou Zhongtian had given the order to kill, the assassins knew that rushing forward was a dead end, but the assassins were like the members of the Cloud Dragon Gang. They knew that this was a dead end, and thus, Xuan Ge and the others were suppressed and forced to retreat before they could fully display their firepower.

They had just suppressed Xuan Ge and the others' firepower when a big fellow from the Cloud Dragon Association rushed forward. He wielded a round blade in his hand and viciously chopped at the head of an assassin.

With a crisp crack, the assassin's head was separated from his body and he died on the spot. One of his companions beside him cried out in fear and raised his sword to stab at the burly man, but before he could do anything, the man from the Cloud Dragon Clan swung his sword backwards and struck his opponent's wrist, causing the assassin's hand and sword to fall to the ground together.

Just as he was about to kick the opponent's weapon to the side, the assassin's hands were quick, and he swung his flying knife straight at the big man's chest, the big man groaned and fell on his butt, before he could struggle anymore, the surrounding killers raised their swords and stabbed him, turning him into a bloody sieve.

This was just one corner of the fierce battle. As the Cloud Dragon Gang charged forward at the top of their ranks, the number of people killed and injured by the assassins numbered more than ten. The scene was a mess, the ground was littered with dead bodies and wounded people, and the air was filled with the thick smell of blood.

The longer the time passed, the more impatient Hou Zhongtian became. He continuously waved his hands to give orders, and shouted to his subordinates outside the carriage: "Did you kill Yun Weiyang? Did you kill her? "

Yun Long had already killed and injured so many people, almost turning into a river of blood, but the rest of the gang still fearlessly rushed towards the killers, as if they had been possessed by a magic spell. Even though they knew that rushing forward was death, they still did not take a step back, and not only were Hou Zhongtian's killers stunned, even the leader of the gang had become weak.

"Boss, this... Are these people crazy? " An assassin asked with a trembling voice.

"If they're not crazy, then we're crazy!" The big man mumbled to himself. Seeing that the members of the Cloud Dragon Association were about to rush over, he shouted loudly, "Give me ? Kill! " Even he himself didn't have enough confidence in this shout, and his voice changed a bit.

The killers brandished their long swords once again, the long swords drew many beautiful silver dragons in the air, at the same time, the Cloud Dragon Society's people released countless cold lights, the long swords spun in the air, directly slashing towards the killers.

"Be careful..." "Aiya!"

Just as the leader wanted to warn his brothers to be careful, he saw a cold light flying towards his chest. He couldn't dodge in time and could only avoid fatal attacks. The long sword that was flying towards him struck his shoulder.

The strong strike almost broke his collarbone. The big man screamed and staggered back.

All of a sudden, Yun Long and the killers fell to the ground.

The members of the Cloud Dragon Association fell after being struck, while the assassins were hit. The screams and howls of both sides blended together, the bloody scene was too horrible to look at.

At this time, Bi Xian's eyesight had returned to normal. After all, he had trained in martial arts for many years, and his physique was stronger than ordinary people, so he stood by the bed and rubbed his eyes for a while, then slowly looked around, only to see Yun Weiyang standing against the wall with her eyes closed. He quickly stepped forward and held onto Yun Weiyang's arm, and asked urgently: "Master, how are your eyes?"

"Bi Xian, can you see something now?"

"Yes!"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Hurry up and help the brothers outside!" Yun Weiyang opened her eyes with much difficulty, but her eyes were unfocused. Her eyes were red as she said, "We cannot let our brothers be killed by Hou Zhongtian's assassins, and we must not let our brothers bleed for nothing!"

After hearing this, Bi Xian's body trembled. He took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, master. I know what to do!" Finished speaking, he turned around to leave.

Yun Weiyang raised her hand to pull him back, and took out a throwing knife from under her rib cage, passing it to Bi Xian, and said: "Take the throwing knife with you!"

Bi Xian looked at the flying knife that Yun Weiyang had always trusted in, and was deeply moved. In this moment of crisis, the fact that Yun Weiyang was able to give him this flying knife meant that he trusted him, and even placed his life in his own hands. His usually calm and excited heart was filled with emotion, and his cold and handsome face was flushed red.

After Bi Xian finished talking, he jumped out of the room without any further delay.

Hou Zhongtian's assassins were too busy to take care of themselves. Moreover, never in their wildest dreams would they imagine that the other party would actually take the initiative to charge out of the room. Furthermore, he was carrying the Eight Trigrams Blade.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he used all his strength and with just a few steps, rushed to the exit of the corridor. With a shake of the Eight Trigrams Dagger in his hand, he drew a silver curve in the air, and slashed the assassin's neck with the Eight Trigrams Dagger.

Before he could even react, the eight trigram blade in Bi Xian's hand had already been retracted. With a cracking sound, the killer's windpipe and blood vessels were cut off. Without making a sound, his eyes widened as his body leaned forward, kneeling down first, then he fell to the ground, his four limbs twitching a few times, and then he stopped moving.

His companions fell to the ground in confusion. The assassins on the left and right were all shocked. They subconsciously looked back and found that there was an enemy behind them. A deadly enemy.

Bi Xian suddenly dashed out and killed one of them. Then, he dashed into the crowd of assassins. His body was like a swimming dragon, erratic in the air. The Eight Trigram Blade in his hand also released a series of killing moves.

Bi Xian's close-combat abilities were simply too great. Unless he was allowed to get close enough, once he got close enough, no matter who it was, it would become a terrifying nightmare.

The Cloud Dragon Gang members who were not afraid of death were already scary enough. Now that there was a red-eyed Bi Xian, Hou Zhongtian's assassins were completely flustered. The leader of the gang was heavily injured on his shoulder, and blood was flowing from his wounds.

He frowned as he watched, thinking to himself that this battle could no longer be fought. The members of the Cloud Dragon Gang had collectively gone crazy, charging forward with no regards to their lives. Furthermore, looking at the current situation, it was impossible for them to end the battle in a short period of time. They had already dragged it out for so long, and had missed the best opportunity to kill Yun Weiyang.

After thinking about it, the leader gritted his teeth and decisively gave the order: "Retreat!"

Hou Zhongtian's assassins were well-trained. They moved up and down following the big man's orders and withdrew like the tides. In their hearts, they really did not want to continue attacking.

Seeing that the other party had retreated, the Cloud Dragon Society still wanted to chase after him, but they were suppressed by the other party's counterattack, causing several of their brothers to die along with them.

Hou Zhongtian had the absolute advantage in terms of kung fu. Even though they had retreated, the powerful Bi Xian did not dare to hastily chase after them.

Seeing that his brothers were unwilling to give up and wanted to continue chasing him, he shouted, "Stop chasing them and let them go!"

Hearing this, the others from the Cloud Dragon Gang stopped and panted heavily as they watched the opposing party leave.

After Hou Zhongtian's assassins left, they looked at the shop again. The people of Cloud Dragon Association felt their noses ache and they almost cried. The shop was filled with dead bodies and wounded people, most of them brothers of their own group.

Bi Xian, exhausted, stood straight in the middle of the shop with his sword in hand, letting out a long and quiet sigh.

At this time, Yun Weiyang, Xuan Ge, Ziggy, Yi Na, and Qian Ying had already returned to normal. They slowly walked out, and when they reached the corridor, they were stunned.

Seeing Yun Weiyang, many of the Cloud Dragon Gang's helpers could no longer hold it in and began to cry out loud. Of the brothers that came with Yun Weiyang, only a few dozen of them were left standing, and more than half of them had lost their lives.

There weren't any undead people in the battle. The longer the fight went on, the more casualties there would be on both sides. The accumulated grudges between the two sides would be deeper.

Looking around at the sorrowful and resentful brothers, Yun Weiyang also felt her nose turning sour. She muttered to herself: "The road we are walking right now is very difficult, many of our brothers will die, but right now we are still alive, the living have to do something for the dead. We cannot let our brothers' blood flow in vain."

Hearing her words, everyone raised their heads and looked at her.

Yun Weiyang continued: "I, Yun Weiyang, will record down this debt. In order for our next generation of brothers to live a peaceful and peaceful life, we must fight to the end with Chenguo. Either it dies, or I die!" As she finished speaking, Yun Weiyang's eyes suddenly glowed with a terrifying light, she fiercely swung her arm, causing a cold light to flash, and with a ding sound, the throwing knife was nailed to a nearby pillar, the entire blade entering the pillar.

"We will fight to the end with the kingdom!"

The blood of the members of the Cloud Dragon Association, which had been slowly extinguished due to their grief, started burning once again. They raised their arms and shouted in unison. Even Bi Xian, Xuan Ge, and the others by the side felt their blood boiling as their will to fight surged.

At this very moment, no one took Yun Weiyang to be a woman. In their eyes, Yun Weiyang was an existence equivalent to a god. If Feng Xue Han was a god high above, then Yun Weiyang was a god that had fallen into the mortal world.