Even though those Black-Armored Guards who "died" and then crawled up were not like normal people, the shock they felt when they were being unilaterally slaughtered by these Black-Armored Guards like chopping watermelons was not fake.
When the Black Armor Guards and the Dragon Guards fought, only one in ten people were left alive.
A real living person is not the kind who falls down for a day and a night and then gets up again.
The ones slaughtering the Black Armor Guards now are only one-tenth of the living people!
Of course, it’s not one-tenth of all, but ninety-seven or ninety-eight percent.
This one happened more suddenly and faster than anything else.
The word "unstoppable" is not enough to describe it.
And the same scene exists not only within the sight of here, but also on the battlefield that the people here cannot see.
Now, the entire battlefield surrounding Shuiyue Oasis was almost entirely filled with the torn-headed corpses of the Dragon Guards and Black Armor Guards who were retreating to the side in horror and vigilance!
Hurricane passes, hell on earth!
Qian Qingwu's followers had seen the world before, and had also experienced swords and blood. But the hell on earth that seemed to have turned into a blink of an eye still shocked them, and their limbs were so stiff that they lost their ability to think for a long time.
Soon, only a dozen or so top-notch attendants and guards were left around Dongfang Ye, protecting him and Dongfang Qing.
In the sea of blood and corpses, these ten or so people were like lonely people.
"come out!"
"come out!"
After Dongfang Ye's two inexplicable shouts, the officials around Qian Qingwu finally came back to their senses. They swallowed hard, trying to make their dry throats feel better.
Dongfang Ye's charming and beautiful, almost gorgeous, narrow eyes looked coldly toward the intersection in the distance where corpses were scattered all over the ground.
There, the man who had had enough of the cat-and-mouse game walked over amidst a sea of blood and corpses.
That person had a pair of narrow and long eyes that were even more gorgeous than Dongfang Ye’s.
The low-key and simple black robe has an indescribable luxurious charm when worn on him.
The man's slightly curled lips had a somewhat ambiguous look, and it seemed that everything in front of him did not arouse much interest in him.
Although he had long guessed or confirmed that this person was fine, Baili Feiyue still couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes when he actually saw him in front of him.
Subconsciously, he murmured two words, "Master..."
Although the distance was still a bit far, the man still heard it and looked over at him over thousands of people.
The corners of his lips curled up again, but his eyes were full of disgust.
Whose good-for-nothing apprentice is this?
It's not his, he doesn't acknowledge it.
Being disliked is the norm, but Baili Feiyue doesn't care.
The man in black robe, the former Saint of Xiyue Holy Church and the son of Murong of Xiyue Murong family, Murong Shuo, didn't look at her either, but walked towards Dongfang Ye.
He only brought one person with him, and Baili Feiyue was also very familiar with this person.
Western Desert.
Ximo followed Murong Shuo with a cold and respectful expression. Murong Shuo stopped not far in front of Dongfang Ye and the others. The muscles of the dozen people left around Dongfang Ye were tense, as if they would break at the slightest touch.
Dongfang Ye looked at him as if he was looking at some poisonous insect, snake or ant, "You are not dead after all."
Murong Shuo remained silent.
Dongfang Ye sneered, not as nervous and defensive as his followers, "Are you here to kill me?"
Murong Shuo sighed, "Are you afraid of death?"
Dongfang Ye shuddered, "What do you mean!"
Murong Shuo's gaze slid to Dongfang Qing, who had been holding Princess Mo Li as if isolated from the world, and said lazily with amusement, "Interesting." The Dongfang family also has a lovesick person.
Dongfang Ye's pupils shrank when he heard this.
Murong Shuo smiled with his thin lips, and a bewitching voice sounded, "Since you are so sad and reluctant to let her go, why not stay with her?"
"Murong Shuo!" Dongfang Ye roared.
Murong Shuo originally wanted to play around, but suddenly he felt bored.
He said to Ximo beside him, "Let's go, it's boring."
Many people on Fengluan's side were a little confused when they saw that this man was really going to leave with his men. So what was he doing here?
Just as he was thinking this, Baili Feiyue, who was protected in the middle, suddenly rushed out. Under the gazes of many Fengluan people who were holding their breath, she grabbed the sleeve of the man in black robe without hesitation.
Baili Feiyue's eyes were still red, and she was gritting her teeth, "Master!"
This person seemed to have just remembered her, and said lazily and maliciously, "Oh, isn't this my useless disciple?"
"Without a master who can teach me, how useful can I be?" Baili Feiyue naturally retorted to him.
Murong Shuo chuckled softly, and suddenly bowed slightly, like a real elder treating a younger person. He placed his palm on her head and even rubbed it, looking very affectionate and gentle.
"Baby, what are you doing here?"
Isn’t this nonsense!
Baili Feiyue's back teeth were grinding so hard that they hurt. She would settle the matter with him later. Now who knew if this man would just disappear without a trace the next moment.
So even though she was not a child and knew that this person was deliberately touching her head in a mean way, she still gritted her teeth and endured it.
Not only did he endure it, he also acted like a good disciple.
She blinked her eyes, looking filial and obedient, "Master, since you are here, please help me check my mother's health."
"Not interested." The man stood up, waved at her casually and was about to leave.
Baili Feiyue pulled the person back again.
The man narrowed his gorgeous and enchanting long eyes slightly, and glanced at her hand that was grabbing his sleeve with a half-smile.
Baili Feiyue puffed up his cheeks and said confidently, "Today you have to help whether you are willing or not, because you are my master!"
Many people in Fengluan had heard about this person's unpredictable personality and unpredictable temper. They also knew how dangerous such a person was. Otherwise, people like Dongfang Ye would not be so resentful and would want to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Now everyone can't help but worry about her Royal Highness the Princess.
On the other hand, Jiuer, who was being held by Ye Lin, was watching leisurely with her head slightly tilted.
He seemed to be watching with great interest. He neither pounced on it immediately like Baili Feiyue, nor did he raise his breath in worry like the others.
Under the nervous gaze of many people, Murong Shuo sighed gorgeously, "Baby, you are a little too spoiled."
Baili Feiyue refused to give in.
Even now, she still didn't understand her master very well. It was true that she had always been wary and wary of him.
But after so many things, she finally figured it out.
No matter how terrible this man was, or how many things he had done to scheme against her, everything she had now was given by him, so it was only right that she should give his life back.
If she died in his hands, she wouldn't hate him.
Since she is not afraid of dying in his hands, what else is she afraid of?
At this time, Murong Shuo said with even more disgust, "You are becoming more and more childish, even more childish than Xiao Jiuer. Your teacher really despises you."
Not only was Baili Feiyue not angry, the corners of her lips even curled up.
He said reluctantly, "Okay, go and take a look. But I can only heal the living, not the dead."
Baili Feiyue felt a pang in her heart when she heard this.
She knew that her master would not say such things casually. Mom really...
I haven't finished thinking about it yet. What a coincidence. It should be said that Qian Qingwu's time has reached its limit.
Baili Feiyue had just pulled people over there when a burst of exclamations came from Qian Qingwu's side.
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