When Gao Yi saw this scene, his eyes widened.

"Feng Wanli, you retreat. I don't want to hurt your life. I have a sword that you can't stop it," Gao Yi took a deep breath.

Feng Wanli glanced at the monk Wangyou who fought with the White Lotus Saint not far away, and Zhang Jing who went to support him, and shook his head with a smile and said:

"I Feng Wanli didn't know what to retreat."

If it retreats now, the situation on the battlefield may return to its previous level.

Moreover, no one knows if the White Lotus Sect has any backup plan.

If Monk Wangyou had not joined in this time, the four innate masters would have surrounded and suppressed them.

I'm afraid it's definitely a bad luck.

Therefore, he will not retreat. If he retreats, it is equivalent to cheating Zhang Jing and the others.

Besides, he really wanted to see Gao Yi having any sword that he couldn't resist.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Feng Wanli never felt that his Snow Mountain Sect’s swordsmanship was much worse than that of Jiange.

Sword technique is very important, but people are even more important.

The sword saint who walked out of the grass proved this.

It is not only the sword sect that can practice swords.

"There is no sword in your hand, but the sword in your heart," this sentence was said by the sword saint.

The nameless sword saint has always been a role model in Feng Wanli's heart.

"Demon, today I will accept you," Monk Wangyou smiled when he saw Zhang Jing coming to support him.

The battle between him and the Saint of White Lotus was evenly matched, and no one could do anything to anyone.

So, at this time someone needs to break the deadlock.

Zhang Jing happens to be this person and also has this strength.

"Waste," the Saint of White Lotus glanced at the corpses of the dwarf and the big man on the ground not far away, and said coldly.

Neither of them could do anything to Zhang Jing.

At the beginning, the White Lotus Saint was still counting on them to break the deadlock.

Now, Zhang Jing breaks the deadlock first.

"Master, Zhang is here," Zhang Jing shouted softly.

The dragon-shaped true qi burst out, rushing directly to the White Lotus Saint, blocking its qi.

Since he came, he could not let the saint of the White Lotus Sect run away.

"Hmph," Saint White Lotus did not speak harshly. Now he is just making a fool of himself.

More than a dozen white lotus flowers condensed in front of him were broken by Zhang Jing's dragon descending true energy.

"Mu."

The Buddha's voice rose again, and a big "*" word condensed in the void and suppressed it downwards against the White Lotus Saint.

Zhang Jing was not idle either, and a blood-colored real dragon that was several times thicker than before was condensed.

Together with "*", attack the White Lotus Saint on both sides.

"White lotus comes to the world!"

The white lotus saint formed a huge white lotus in his hand and covered her head, emitting a holy light to protect her.

She can't run, nor can she escape.

Zhang Jing and the others had already blocked her retreat and could only resist.

"Bang."

The white lotus was broken, and even the white lotus saint sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Such things were not beyond anyone's expectations.

If they fight alone, neither Zhang Jing nor Monk Wangyou can surpass her.

Unfortunately, this is not a one-on-one fight.

A master who is in the middle stage of the innate can be compared with a master who is in the late stage, and a master who is in the peak of the innate.

It would be strange if you can't take it together against one person.

"Xiaojie," Gao Yidu shouted.

Without caring about Feng Wanli, he left the battlefield and came to the front of the White Lotus Saint to protect her.

However, he was also swept into several sword energy from Feng Wanli, and blood flowed out.

"You go first, I will block them for you," Gao Yi's voice was very gentle.

The eyes are full of tenderness, obviously the deepest use of love.

"No one can leave you," Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes.

When he said this, Zhang Jing suddenly felt that he was a big villain.

But, they are obviously the victims.

"Okay," Bai Jie nodded and agreed immediately.

Without a trace of hesitation, his figure shot out directly, without even a greeting.

However, Gao Yi was not only not angry, but was somewhat relieved.

"Old guy, let's go on the road together," Gao Yi gently rubbed the green sword in his hand.

The sword buzzed and seemed to have a response.
Chapter completed!