The few men in black who were crouching behind the shield finally got close to Jiang Yixing, but in the next second they were swept away again by the overwhelming water.
At this moment, Jiang Yixing had already made several leaps and moved away from the center of the crowd. As a mage, it was better for her to stay away from these assassins.
The water droplets summoned by Jiang Yixing combined with the fireball falling from the horizon and were instantly evaporated, bursting into a violent burst of steam, crackling and popping as they turned into scalding hot steam.
"ah---"
The black-clad man, temporarily trapped in the encirclement, let out a violent and painful scream. However, being a cultivator, he was not burned to death on the spot, but the temperature of the flames still took away most of his life force and vitality.
The remaining men in black were all wiped out by Jiang Yixing using vines, leaving none alive.
Looking at Rong Hang, his movements were even faster. Compared to Jiang Yixing's colorful moves, Rong Hang only had one sword.
Rong Hang held the black broadsword in his hand. It wasn't his usual sword, but all swords seemed perfectly obedient in his grasp.
As soon as Rong Hang landed and stood still, all the men in black attacked him, and in an instant, the flashing of swords illuminated his face.
Rong Hang remained calm, his black knife firmly in his hand. In the blink of an eye, a flash of sword light appeared before everyone's eyes, and the men at the forefront all had large gashes opened from front to back, from their abdomens to their chests.
It wasn't a fine wound like the green leaves manipulated by Jiang Yixing, but a huge wound that rendered the man in black unable to get up on the spot.
The men in black persisted, charging forward wave after wave, attempting to overwhelm Rong Hang with sheer numbers.
Rong Hang's sword flashed through the crowd, emitting a cold, pale light. Each sword shadow took away a person, and countless people fell under Rong Hang's sword. Yet his expression remained unchanged, as if the life and death of these people were only a matter of a moment.
Blood stained the ground, slowly staining the snow red. Swords clashed and flashed, and the battlefield around Rong Hang was even more brutal than the one around Jiang Yixing.
Almost simultaneously with Jiang Yixing subduing the enemy, only slightly earlier, Rong Hang cut down all the enemies with his sword.
As drops of blood slid down Rong Hang's black sword, they were slowly absorbed by the sword, which then returned to its matte, dull luster.
Rong Hang turned and walked towards Jiang Yixing, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind him.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yixing had tied up the enemies who needed to be tied up and knocked out those who needed to be knocked out, and the scene was somewhat chaotic.
Rong Hang silently came up behind Jiang Yixing, his sword flashing, and helped Jiang Yixing deal with the remaining people.
Jiang Yixing turned her head to look at the spot where Rong Hang had just stood, where a group of people lay sprawled. Her lips twitched. "Dead?"
"Most of them were dizzy."
Jiang Yixing nodded, and naturally took out his phone to contact Gu Chun. The remaining cleanup work was left to the alliance.
Jiang Yixing briefly explained the whole story, and Gu Chun skillfully sent people to clean up the mess. Although he didn't know why Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang always encountered such things, he had his assistant start preparing for the relevant matters every time he answered Jiang Yixing's call.
Gu Chun's voice remained icy cold: "You've already obtained Jin Tu?"
Jiang Yixing's voice held a hint of amusement. "Don't worry."
Gu Chun immediately felt relieved. When he heard that people from the four major families were intercepting them, his heart had indeed raced a bit.
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