"So many people?" Si Dinghan was a little stunned.

"Our Frostxue family has a hermit magician village. Although it is not famous outside, even after the rebellion he launched, there are at least hundreds of magicians in the Feng tribe of his chanting." The thin boy on Hidden Leizang's back said quickly with a trembling voice.

With so many shadowy figures around, his brother Cang Xue probably brought at least one-third of the elite subordinates.

"What, it depends on how many people are! Do you want to scare us by how many people are!"

At this time, Melalei snorted proudly.

"Summoning the Holy Light!"

She pulled out her golden holy sword and chanted proudly.

Countless golden lights emanated from the golden holy sword in her hand and projected into the distance.

Many small footsteps sounded from afar.

"snort!"

Melalei snorted snorting proudly, looking like you were dead.

"What does it mean? Did you have ambushed more helpers?" All the magicians of the Frost Snow Family surrounding them became nervous.

"Wang!"

Suddenly, a dog barking sounded.

A flower-skinned dog rushed out the first time, with a golden mark on its forehead.

Then, more cats and dogs rushed out, with golden marks on their foreheads, looking fierce.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is this the helper you called?" Si Dinghan looked at the dogs and cats in amazement, and turned his head in disbelief.

"..." Melalee was also stunned.

"I forgot that this is not in the hunting ground forest. There are not many monsters in this place. I will blame you for destroying my golden holy armor, which greatly reduces the power of my holy light summoning." A second later, she came back to her senses and shouted in extreme depression.

"If the power of the Holy Light Summoning has increased greatly, will more cats and dogs be summoned? Are these cats and dogs just dealing with these people..." Si Dinghan was speechless at Melalele.

"You say you can fight me again!" Melalee was angry again.

"No matter how many people there are, it's useless." At this moment, Ailin's voice sounded.

"What's the meaning?"

Because of his performance just now, especially his strong immunity shown by the Mind Flow Forbidden Technique, Ailin's words had invisible power at this time. All the magicians of the Frost Xue family, including Cang Xue, who had been swollen from her eyes, were inexplicably stagnant.

"In your family, aren't they all your servants, and they all obey your orders? In this case, no matter how many people they have, just kill you?" Ailin's fearless eyes fell on the tall Cang Xue, and then his eyes turned to the thin boy on the back of Yin Leizang.

"What's your name?" Ailin asked the thin boy.

"My name is Gu Xue." The thin boy replied in a daze.

The firmness and murderous intent in Ailin's words made everyone feel palpitations, but the thin boy didn't know why Ailin turned his head and asked him this.

"You!" Ailin nodded, but he looked at all the wise men wearing masks of lyrics, "Aren't you loyal to the Shuangxue family? If the only direct descendants of the Shuangxue family are Cang Xue and Gu Xue, if Cang Xue is killed, you will only be loyal to Gu Xue, right?"

Lin Luolan and Fei Qiluo looked at each other at the same time, and these two calm people were both heartbroken.

Although Ailin is sometimes as idiotic as Si Dinghan and sometimes very late to realize it, every time he is in battle, he seems to have extraordinary intuition and judgment.

In such an ancient family... Ailin's words seem to make sense!

The only mission of the attendant swearing loyalty to the Shuangxue family from the ancestors is to be loyal to the descendants of the Shuangxue family. If there is only one descendant of the Shuangxue family, then they will have no choice.

"How is it, right? If we kill this guy, you must protect the snow with your life, right?" Everyone's mood was stirred up in his heart because of Ailin's words, but Ailin was even more in a fight and shouted at all the magicians wearing masks of lyrics.

All the wise men wearing lyric masks remained silent.

All attendants and magicians of the Shuangxue family are divided into the Hidden Tribe and the Wind Tribe. Among them, their Wind Tribe is loyal to the eldest son Cang Xue in this generation. After the civil strife, the magicians have almost been lost.

But this is indeed the same as Ailin said. If Cang Xue is killed, then the mission of their Feng Tribe can only be to protect the only blood vessel cup of Snow in the Shuangxue family.

But before this, they would still fight to fight to prevent Ailin from killing Cang Xue.

"Is that so? Then you try it."

Cang Xue was extremely angry, and Ailin's expression was too eye-catching and he didn't take him seriously.

"Do you want to take action?"

At this time, Lin Luolan's extremely cold voice suddenly rang out.

A black leather robe magician wearing a lyric mask had a slightly abnormal magic power fluctuation. Lin Luolan immediately noticed it and his eyes were fixed on him.

The sorcerer in a black leather robe had a black long sword hanging around his waist, and he stood straight, revealing an unspeakable sharpness.

"It seems that you are using swords too. Since you want to take action, do you dare to show off one-on-one with me?" Lin Luolan looked at the magician coldly and said.

So arrogant!

Facing several times the opponent, it actually has this kind of attitude as if no one else was around.

Are these young people from St. Dawn Academy carved out of the same mold?

Hidden Leizang's heart was extremely weird.

The confidence and momentum of people like Saint Liming is definitely not like the arrogance of those aristocratic families. They are based on their own backstage and arrogance.

"Our Feng tribe, when every generation is born, will swear loyalty to the Shuangxue family. If you want to kill your master, we will also defend it with our lives and blood. However, our Feng tribe is also an ancient warrior family with dignity. We will never be afraid of any challenges and will not refuse such invitations to a single duel. The rest of us will not take action."

Hearing Lin Luolan's cold voice, the magician with a long sword hanging around his waist slowly walked towards Lin Luolan's front.

"Be careful, this is Feng Wujian, he is the strongest swordsman in the Feng tribe!"

The thin Gu Xue couldn't help but screamed in fear.

Lin Luolan suddenly raised his palm and signaled that Cup of Snow would not say much.

This obviously made this single battle more fair. The savant who slowly pulled the black long sword of one person in his hand also bowed slightly to Lin Luolan to show respect for his opponent.

"There are people who compete with Lin Luolan!"

Si Dinghan became excited again, "Then I will be the referee!"

Neither Lin Luolan nor Feng Wujian, who was carrying a black long sword, refused.

"Then I'll start!"

"Three, two, one, prepare, start!"

Si Dinghan raised his hand like a real referee and threw it off hard.

"Swish!"

Black long sword movement.

The black long sword in Feng Wujian's hand was longer than his entire person, and the sword body was not thin. The intuition gave people the wielding feeling that it was very stupid and not very good at wielding.

But as soon as he set out his sword, the entire long sword was unimaginably fast.

"So fast!"

Such a thought flashed in Ailin's mind, and a black sword light appeared in front of Feng Wujian.

Pieces of fish-scale sword lights actually formed a long black fish in the air!

"Youyu. Kill the secret sword!"

When a sword rushed towards Lin Luolan, Feng Wujian's black long sword also surged with waves like fish scales. There seemed to be layers of force in the sword body surging, rushing towards the tip of the sword.

This sword not only pursues terrifying explosions and speed, but also accumulates power in the sword stab.

Weird and powerful sword technique!

Lin Luolan saw that the seemingly ordinary black long sword in Feng Wujian's hand was probably a rare divine weapon.

"Sword Turbo!"

But in the face of such a sword, his expression did not change at all.

While his hands were stretched out, two light blue turbines seemed to appear out of thin air in the air in front of him.

"Zheng..."

The two turbines formed by countless sword tips impacted the sword light like a long black fish. Lin Luolan's feet glided on the ground and retreated more than ten meters in an instant.

Feng Wujian's body stood firm at the place where Lin Luolan was originally standing. His right hand holding the sword and Lin Luolan's hands were trembling slightly.

What kind of sword technique is this? The power of the cultivation level and the physical sword are obviously far from that of me, and my own shooting speed allows me to take the initiative, but the other party actually blocked it.

A layer of sweat rose from Feng Wujian's palm.

Now it's my turn to attack?

Lin Luolan's head was slightly raised at this time.

The light blue ice crystal-like sword in his hands disappeared as if melting.

At the same time, countless white sword lights appeared on his body.

"This move is another move, the opponent is going to be miserable now." Si Dinghan completely forgot that he was the referee and said enthusiastically.
To be continued...