At dawn, Jiuqing and Zimo went out, stood in the courtyard, and looked out.

The morning light appeared slightly, and the palace was already calm, as if nothing had happened last night. However, the fewer people silently were enough to cause a considerable riot.

After crossing the Quqiao corridor, the two arrived at Ye Jin's main hall.

Ye Jin had already gotten up, and the air was fresh in the morning. He was wearing a mysterious outfit and was fighting against more than a dozen men in strong outfits to practice swordsmanship next to the sycamore tree under the jade steps outside Zhaochen Hall.

Those men in their twenties were all over the age of 20, but from their martial arts, they could see that they were all top-notch masters. Even if more than a dozen people fought together, there was no sign of mess. Their clothes were whirling, the sword energy was sharp, the wind and falling leaves cut through the air, and the arms were intersecting.

Jiuqing stopped far away under the stone steps at the end of the Quqiao Bridge, quietly leaning against the railing, stopping and admiring.

There were only three guards left by Ye Jin's escorts, Wuji, Wurui, Wuchou, all stood by silently, fighting Ye Jin in the courtyard... Jiuqing looked at it, and there were no more, and there were exactly thirteen people.

All of them were wearing black clothes, with a strong body, a cold expression, and sharp eyes, like thirteen ancient swords that were unsheathed, with a terrifying aura and a sturdy cold light.

"Is this the Thirteen Guards of Dragon Shadow?" Zi Mo tilted his head and looked at the scene of the competition ahead with all his attention. After a moment, he frowned and confused, "Is King Jin fighting against Thirteen people alone?"

It can be seen that the Thirteen Guards of Dragon Shadow, wearing black robes, have extraordinary martial arts skills and have all been specially trained. No matter how powerful Ye Jin is, he will never be able to defeat him, otherwise the Thirteen people would be too inferior.

"No need to look too seriously." Jiuqing smiled, his expression regained a little relaxed, "It should be just a routine way for the master and slave to say hello."

Zi Mo said with clarity.

Looking up, although the Thirteen Shadows were fighting with their master, their moves were sharp killing moves, without any mercy, and they all emitted a strong aura of cold swords being unsheathed.

Wherever the sword energy passes, a piece of leaves, flowers and plants fly, and the huge courtyard is in a mess.

The figures of more than a dozen people who fought were getting faster and faster. The black shadows overlapped and staggered, and a black figure passed through them. It was impossible to tell who had a colder and sharper sword energy, and it was impossible to tell who had a faster speed.

Zi Mo was watching with relish, but saw a mysterious figure suddenly rising from the ground in the heavy surround, like a big roc spreading its wings. The ancient black iron sword in his hand swept across the sky, and a powerful airflow suddenly attacked the surroundings. In an instant, a ball of white light exploded. Several figures could not resist the strong airflow and flew backwards, hitting heavily on the trees or on the eaves and walls.

Jiuqing raised his eyebrows.

Ye Jin's kung fu is obviously better than she expected to be able to knock back half of his opponents with one move.

Of course, even Ye Jin could not defeat all of them without any damage when fighting against thirteen strong opponents. Therefore, when the seven people were defeated in a mess, the two behind Ye Jin raised their swords and attacked the plate.

The two on the left looked light, like two ferocious falcons, posing under his head with thunderous force, while the two on the right perfectly blocked the attack direction of the lower plate.
Chapter completed!