Xiao Yihang took the lead and rushed to the front. He looked cold and the flames of fighting were flashing in his eyes. He quickly took out his sword from his hand, and the sword body was shining with a cold light, emitting a bitter breath.

He waved his sword suddenly, and the sword appeared like a dragon. A dazzling light flashed instantly, illuminating the entire sky. This light contained powerful power, which made everyone present feel an invisible oppression, as if the air was frozen by the power of this sword.

The first knight's eyes were cold, like the frost in the cold night, with a bitter breath all over his body. The spear in his hand shone with a dazzling metallic luster under the sunlight.

His wrist trembled slightly, and the gun body drew a sharp arc and stabbed towards Xiao Yihang coldly. The tip of the gun cut through the air and made a sharp whistling sound, like a black lightning, carrying endless power and murderous intent.

"Bang!" The next moment, a loud noise from a collision of powerful forces shocked the surrounding air. The first knight's body was like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked back hundreds of meters away by the powerful recoil force.

He drew a long parabola in the air, and dust rose behind him. In contrast, Xiao Yihang stood firmly in the place with his feet, like a pines rooted in the earth, without retreating. His clothes were roaring under the impact of the airflow, with a hint of disdain and mockery in his eyes.

Xiao Yihang's lips raised slightly, and he pulled out a sneer, and his voice echoed in this airspace like a bell: "The great priest of Zhenling Mansion, you are trying to destroy me, Zhaixing Tower with these people. I really don't take me seriously."

As he said, he raised his head slightly, his eyes crossed the crowd, and looked straight at the priest on the chariot in the distance, his eyes full of provocation and confidence.

Immediately, Xiao Yihang's aura suddenly rose, and his spiritual power surged around him, like a rushing river.

He tapped his feet and his body was like lightning, and he rushed towards the army of the Holy Hall again. The sword in his hand flashed with cold light in the sun. Every time he waved it, it brought a dazzling light, as if he wanted to kill all the enemies in front of him.

Under the leadership of Xiao Yihang, the other masters of the Star Piercing Tower also roared and followed closely behind. They were like tigers going down the mountain, with fierce momentum, and their eyes were full of determination and determination. For a moment, the shouts of killing shook the sky, the sword lights and sword shadows flashed, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

In the air, the people of Zhaixing Tower and the army of the Holy Hall were like two surging rivers, colliding with majestic momentum.

The spiritual powers of both sides intertwined and collided in the air, forming a series of gorgeous and dangerous lights. The light of spells, the cold light of weapons, and the angry shouts of warriors intertwined into a tragic battle picture.

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield became extremely tragic, and blood was splattering everywhere and screams were heard. Hundreds of people died in this fierce collision. Both the people from the Holy Temple and the people from the Zhaixing Tower died.

The warriors of the Holy Temple were wearing black armor and fell to the ground, and their clothes were stained with blood. Some of the disciples of the Zhaixing Tower were still fighting, but they had no breath. However, judging from the number of casualties on both sides, the warriors of the Holy Temple were going to die more.

This situation seems to show that in terms of overall strength, the Zhenlingfu Holy Temple is not as good as the Zhaixing Tower at this time.

In the distance, in the air, Qin Xianglan was quietly floating there, with a graceful figure, and a purple long skirt fluttered in the wind. Her face was calm, but there was a trace of thought in her eyes. The breeze gently blew by, twitching her hair, but it failed to break the calm expression on her face at all.

"Miss, the situation is wrong. This Zhenlingfu Holy Temple is obviously not a match for Zhaixing Tower at all. Should we help? Otherwise, when the people in Zhenlingfu Holy Temple are destroyed, we may be too late to take action, and we will be blamed by the Holy Temple."

Elder Gu followed Qin Xianglan, frowning and his face full of anxiety. While he was talking, he looked at the battlefield uneasy, clenching his hands unconsciously, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

Qin Xianglan waved her hand gently, her movements were elegant and calm, her eyes were still staring at the battlefield, and she said slowly: "No hurry, today's situation does not seem that simple, so let's just wait and see what's going on."

Her voice was soft but firm, as if telling Elder Gu that she had already planned and everything was in control. After that, she turned her eyes to the battlefield again, trying to capture more useful information from the chaotic situation in order to make more accurate judgments.

"Sister, you're too careful. If it were me, I would kill him directly. The Zhaixing Tower dared to occupy our Dongzhou land for so many years, and it would not be an exaggeration to destroy them." Qin Xianglan's younger brother, the young man named Qin Baixiao, looked unwilling and resentful, and couldn't help but shout.

As he said, he waved his remaining arm, as if the people standing in front of him were standing at the Zhaixing Tower, and the next second he would rush up and beat him to the point of falling flowers and water.

At this moment, although he still had the scars left by Ling Xiao, his face was a little pale, but his reckless spirit did not diminish at all, his eyes were full of impulse and eagerness.

Qin Xianglan turned her head slightly, and her eyes fell coldly on Qin Baixiao, and a trace of helplessness and hatred flashed in her eyes.

She sighed softly, then gave her brother a blank look, with a little anger in her tone: "Qin Baixiao, do you know why you ended up in such a miserable end? It's because she has no brains and only knows how to rush forward whenever she encounters something!"

Qin Xianglan said, shook her head slightly, and she felt in her heart, "Does this kid really think it's such a great thing to practice to be invincible in the Baoyuan Realm under the age of twenty?"

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Little did they know that this was just relying on the Qin family's extremely rich and almost inexhaustible cultivation resources, and they didn't know what to be proud of.

Qin Xianglan looked up at the distance, where the outline of Zhaixing Tower was looming in the fog. She knew in her heart that Zhaixing Tower could stand in Dongzhou for many years, not as simple as it seemed on the surface. The forces involved behind it were complicated, with experts in the building with profound background.

Although the Qin family dominates the East China Sea, they really have to confront Zhaixing Tower head-on, and the outcome is still unknown.

What's more, now that the Holy Temple has been involved, the situation has become more confusing. Qin Xianglan knows well that in this case, impulsive actions will only cause the Qin family to be doomed, and must be carefully planned and weighed the pros and cons.

However, Qin Baixiao ignored these things completely and relied on her passion and impulse, which really made her angry and anxious.

When will this brother really grow up? It's really helpless.
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