Before Chen Tangli and her four guardians could finish their internal complaints, Situ Ye had already brandished his sword, unleashing the Heavenly Sword Technique and engaging one of the guardians. His swordsmanship was as fierce as a hurricane, unparalleled in its power, each strike ruthless and filled with unwavering killing intent, devoid of even the slightest pretense. The guardian, meanwhile, was also exceptionally skilled, brandishing his weapon in a fierce duel with Situ Ye.
Meanwhile, Han Yichen alternately employed the martial arts of the Xuanyi Valley and the Ancient Tomb School, leaving the Lingxiao Palace's guardians stunned. His moves were unpredictable, difficult to grasp, and completely impossible to defend against.
On the other side, Wu Chen was not willing to be outdone. Before he could use the advanced martial arts inherited from the Tianlong Temple, the guardian of Lingxiao Palace was knocked to the ground by him.
In a flash, Situ Ye, Han Yichen, and Wu Chen quickly dispatched the three guardians. They looked triumphantly at the last guardian and surrounded him with a fierce gaze.
However, just when Zuo An thought that the three of them would work together to subdue the remaining protector in one move, they suddenly started quarreling.
"Did you two do this on purpose?" Wu Chen's eyes widened as he glared at Situ Ye and Han Yichen and said, "We agreed to attack together, but you stole my limelight!"
"Who stole your thunder? We are just fighting in our own way." Situ Ye retorted.
"That's right, I just want to try different martial arts." Han Yichen shrugged, looking innocent.
Watching them bickering, Zuo An couldn't help but shake his head, secretly sighing that these three people were really ridiculous. However, he also understood that their relationship was very good and this quarrel was just a joke.
"I am the second elder brother and I have to protect you. I should be the one to fight this last protector!" Situ Ye turned the sword in his hand as if it was a matter of course.
Han Yichen curled his lips and said proudly, "I'm the third child, I should respect the elders and love the younger ones. So... this guy belongs to me!"
"No, since you are all brothers, let me, the sixth one, deal with the enemy!" Wu Chen said in a gangster tone, with his tongue against his cheek.
The three people who were arguing endlessly simply threw away their swords and fought each other with bare hands, and agreed that whoever won would fight the last guardian of Lingxiao Palace.
At the same time, Mu Lige was holding the Soul Chasing Sword, with a sharp sword force, approaching Chen Tangli. Chen Tangli fought hard, but was defeated step by step and gradually fell into trouble.
Seeing this, the guardian thought that this was his chance, so he flew to Zuo'an, who was standing under the tree, and pressed his sword against his neck. Zuo'an was unable to move and could only watch helplessly as everything happened before his eyes.
At this moment, Zuo An's heart was broken. He gritted his teeth and said, "Second Brother, Third Brother, Sixth Brother, you bastards!"
Mu Lige, who had knocked Chen Tangli to the ground with a "bang", flew forward quickly upon seeing this.
However, as there was still some distance between them, the sharp sword in the guardian's hand had already cut through Zuo'an's neck, and bright beads of blood immediately rolled out.
Zuo An felt a pain and tried to resist with his hands, but his stomach suddenly started to hurt.
"Bang"!
At the critical moment, a loud gunshot echoed in the woods.
Immediately afterwards, the guardian of Lingxiao Palace fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand fell with a clang.
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