A faint blue light swept across the sky. Before Yan Ji could see how Yi Zhuofeng's sword was taken, the more than ten female disciples of Luanfeng Mountain, who were less than twenty years old, had fallen to the ground tragically.

Luo Shulian on one side was also fading.

"Yi Zhuofeng, you can wait!" Yan Ji staggered and hurried out.

Withdrawing the sword in his hand that was still dripping blood, Yi Zhuofeng looked at Luo Shulian who was still squatting on the ground indifferently, and said coldly: "Go!"

"Yes." Luo Shulian nodded and prepared to get up. But the severe pain still made her unable to move. She shook her head again and said, "I can't leave."

She struggled, her eyes full of desire. She slowly stretched out her hand, thinking that the Yi Zhuofeng standing in front of her would hold her, help her get up, hug her away or...

"I'll let Hua Yin come to save you." Yi Zhuofeng's tone was the same as when he talked to her in the past.

Looking at Yi Zhuofeng's back as he left, Luo Shulian was expressionless on the ground and tears were not seen.

"Hahaha! Silly girl, this man is so heartless, it's hard for you to deal with it!" When Yi Zhuofeng got off the Fengcha Palace, a burst of crazy laughter came to Luo Shulian's ears.

She turned her head and looked at it. It was Zhang Yao, a man in black covered with a veil. He also held a sword with a slightly longer body in his hand.

Luo Shulian said indifferently: "How is it? Is Yingkong dead?"

Zhang Yao walked closer to Luo Shulian, raised his palm and hit her back shoulder hard. The powerful internal force made her body shake violently. It was this blow that Luo Shulian felt relieved and the pain was gone.

At this time, Zhang Yao replied to her words: "Yingkong ran away!"

Luo Shulian said in surprise: "Have you run away? Where did she dare to let go of Luanfeng Mountain and escape?"
Chapter completed!