Especially Xiaohong, she hugged the man in white tightly.

The woman in yellow seemed to see everyone's doubts. She smiled slightly and said, "Don't panic, everyone, I am not a black-faced person, I am seeing injustice, so I draw my sword to help." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, flowing like a clear spring in the mountain stream, making people feel refreshed.

Everyone looked at each other, still half-believing and half-doubting.

This woman has an unknown origin and suddenly appears. She is so young and beautiful, it is really hard to believe.

When the black-faced man saw the appearance of the woman in yellow, he secretly complained in his heart.

He knew very well how powerful this woman was, and if she was allowed to join the battle, he would probably be difficult to win.

So he decided to take action first and get rid of this trouble.

The black-faced man flashed and rushed towards the woman in yellow like a ghost. His speed was so fast that it was shocking.

Everyone exclaimed, thinking that the woman in yellow was going to be killed.

However, the woman in yellow seemed to have expected it. She swayed and gently avoided the attack of the black-faced man.

Her body movements are light and agile, as light as a swallow, and are breathtaking.

After the woman in yellow stood still, she took out a magic weapon from her sleeve.

This magic weapon emits dazzling light throughout, illuminating everything around like a small sun.

When the black-faced man saw this magic weapon, his face suddenly changed.

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's heart.

It seems that this woman in yellow is not an ordinary person, and may really help them defeat the black-faced man.

The woman in yellow held a magic weapon in her hand, staring at the black-faced man with a torch, and said coldly: "You have done so many evil things, and today I will do my best to do the way for heaven!"

When the black-faced man heard this, his face was gloomy and he snorted coldly: "Just you?"

The woman in yellow stopped talking. When her wrist trembled, her magic weapon suddenly shone brightly, making the black-faced man unable to open his eyes.

"You..." the black-faced man shouted in horror.

The corners of the woman in yellow raised her mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sneer.

The woman in yellow shook her wrists, and the magic weapon burst out with thousands of golden lights. It was not a direct attack, but turned into countless tiny golden light spots, flying like fireflies, surrounding the black-faced man.

The light spots seem gentle, but contain powerful energy, constantly eroding the protective energy of the black-faced man.

The black-faced man was caught off guard and was disturbed by this strange attack method. The originally fierce offensive became slow.

He waved his palms to try to disperse these light spots, but found that they were like gangrene attached to bones and were difficult to get rid of.

"Good opportunity!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted softly, picked up the weapons that fell to the ground, and joined the battle again.

Liehuo and Zhao Blacksmith were also excited, waving their weapons in their hands and attacking the black-faced man.

Doctor Zhang seized the opportunity and shot out the silver needle in his hand, pointing directly at the big acupoints around the black-faced man.

Elder Chen muttered something, and an invisible force blessed everyone, making their attack even more fierce.

Everyone cheered and cheered, as if they wanted to vent all the fear and despair they had suppressed before.

Xiaohong held the man in white and looked at the woman in yellow with gratitude, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Although the man in white was seriously injured, he also forced himself to cheer everyone up.

"We will definitely win!" Xiaohong said firmly.

The woman in yellow felt the trust and support of everyone and felt more firm in her heart.

She controlled the magic weapon, and the golden light became more dazzling, covering the black-faced man.

The black-faced man roared and used his trick. A powerful black air flow gushed out of his body, trying to break through the siege of golden light.

The forces of the two sides collided, making a deafening roar. The trees around them were trembling and the fallen leaves fell one after another.

The dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

At this moment, the woman in yellow grabbed the black-faced man and lost her mind for a moment, controlled the golden light and turned into a sharp sword, pricking the black-faced man's chest.

The black-faced man screamed, staggered back, and black blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

"Catch him!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted excitedly.

Everyone rushed forward and surrounded the black-faced man.

A trace of despair flashed in the black-faced man's eyes, but he did not give up on resistance and was still struggling for the final struggle...

He said in a hoarse voice: "You... don't think about it..."

The black-faced man was surrounded by everyone. He looked like a trapped beast, and his eyes were fiercely scanning the people around him, looking for any gap that could break through.

He covered his chest, and black blood kept oozing out from his fingers, dyeing his clothes red.

But he still did not give up on resistance. He gritted his teeth and his body tense, like a cheetah ready to launch his final attack at any time.

Everyone stared at him vigilantly, not daring to relax at all.

Luo Xiaoyu held the long sword tightly in her hand, pointing directly at the black-faced man, and the sword body reflected a cold light, reflecting her firm face.

Liehuo and Zhao Blacksmith stood on both sides holding sticks, forming a surround and waiting for the battle.

The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, and everyone held their breath, as if a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Suddenly, the black-faced man's originally ferocious face became strange, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the eyes of everyone, this smile was not the joy of victory, but rather the pride of some kind of conspiracy.

His eyes also became deep and unpredictable, as if there was something unknown secret hidden, which made people shudder.

Just as everyone was puzzled, a figure quietly appeared.

An old man in a gray robe stood between the crowd and the black-faced man at some point.

He is thin but gives people a sense of majesty that cannot be ignored.

He raised one hand and signaled everyone to stop moving.

The appearance of the old man in gray robe surprised and confused everyone.

They looked at each other, not knowing whether the old man was an enemy or a friend.

When the black-faced man saw the old man in gray robe, his originally weird smile disappeared instantly, and replaced by an unconcealed terror.

His eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, as if he had seen something terrible.

Everyone was even more curious about the identity of the old man in gray robe, and were also worried that he would help the black-faced man.

They held the weapons in their hands and looked at the old man in gray robe, waiting for his next move.

The old man in gray robe spoke slowly, his voice low and thick: "Let me tell you the truth of all this..."

The old man in gray robe spoke slowly, his voice low and thick, like an ancient bell echoing in the valley.

"The black-faced man, whose real name is Li Mo, was once a famous knight in the world, but because he was framed by a traitor, his family was destroyed and his family was destroyed. From then on, he hid his name and fell into darkness..." The old man's words seemed to carry magic, bringing everyone into a tragic story.

Only then did everyone realize that the black-faced man was not born evil, but was tricked by fate and finally chose the wrong path to revenge.

Li Mo heard the old man in gray robe reveal his past, his body trembled violently, and his clenched teeth made a giggle.

His hands covering his chest were even harder, as if to stop the broken heart from beating.

He lowered his head, and the shadows covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression, but from his trembling shoulders, the pain and regret in his heart surged like a tide, almost submerging him.

The depressing atmosphere permeates the air, suffocating.

Everyone was silent. They looked at the painful black-faced man in front of them, and their hearts were mixed.

They hated what he did, but they sympathized with what he had happened.

Justice and mercy are intertwined in their hearts, making them not know how to make a decision.
Chapter completed!