A clear palm print appeared on his armor. He struggled a few times but could not stand up.

Everyone looked at the scene in amazement. They didn't even see how the purple-haired witch took action, and the black-armored warrior was defeated.

Their hearts were filled with shock and uneasiness. They didn't know how strong this mysterious woman was, nor did they know why she had to intervene in their battle.

Just as everyone was surprised and inconsistent, a loud male voice came from the sky, "Witch, you have crossed the line."

A golden light flashed, and a man in a golden uniform appeared out of thin air. His face was cold, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his whole body exuded a powerful pressure.

He is the messenger of golden clothes.

When everyone saw the messenger in golden clothes appear, their hearts sank, and an ominous premonition surged into their hearts.

"Witch, your opponent is me." The messenger of the Golden Clothing said coldly, as if he had no feelings.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of men in black appeared behind him, each with strong aura and murderous aura.

Everyone was surrounded, and the black crowd rushed over like a tide, and the shadow of fear enveloped everyone's heart.

They felt desperate, as if they were in a bottomless abyss, without seeing a glimmer of hope.

Xiaohong was so scared that her face was pale and her body trembled slightly. She grabbed Luo Xiaoyu's hand tightly, as if she had grabbed the last straw.

"Kill!" The golden messenger gave the order, and the battle broke out instantly.

The man in black rushed towards everyone like a beast, with swords and swords filled with murderous aura.

Everyone fought hard, but the enemy's offensive was too fierce, and they gradually felt overwhelmed.

The blue-shirted swordsman and the white-shirted man joined forces to attack. Their bodies were erratic, their swordsmanship was exquisite, and their powerful power made the enemy afraid.

The two cooperated tacitly, like two lightning bolts, shuttled through the enemy group, and took several lives with each move.

The enemy constantly adjusts its tactics, the offensive becomes more and more fierce, and the battle becomes more and more intense.

The clanging sounds, screams and roars of swords colliding are intertwined, forming a symphony of death.

The gray-haired hunter narrowed his eyes and showed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that some special method needs to be used..."

The gray-haired hunter's eyes rolled, his eyes locked on a black carriage behind the men in black.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, "Finished!" He took out a few special smoke bombs from his waist and threw them at the carriage.

"Bang bang bang!" A few muffled sounds, and thick smoke instantly spread, covering the carriage and the people in black around them.

"Cough cough cough..." The man in black coughed constantly because of his choking, his vision was blocked, and his footsteps were in chaos.

The gray-haired hunter seized the opportunity and shouted: "It's now, attack!" When everyone heard this, they were excited and concentrated their firepower to attack the man in black covered in smoke.

The swords and swords were shaking, and screams came one after another. The man in black was caught off guard and retreated step by step.

"Good, gray-haired hunter!" Luo Xiaoyu waved her short knife excitedly, her face filled with the joy of victory.

Others also cast admiring eyes at the gray-haired hunter, with the light of hope flashing in their eyes.

The gray-haired hunter's plan successfully reversed the situation, and the people were very angry and temporarily stabilized their positions.

During the fierce battle, the man in white always protected Xiaohong behind him. He hugged Xiaohong tightly and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiaohong felt the warm embrace of the man in white, and the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a full sense of security.

Grandma Lin was taking care of the injured people on the side, and she looked at them with kind eyes like a loving mother.

Everyone supported each other in the battle, and their friendship became deeper.

Just as everyone thought victory was in sight, the purple-haired witch suddenly turned her gaze to Xiaohong, "As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into a purple light and rushed towards Xiaohong.

"Not good!" Everyone was shocked and stood in front of Xiaohong to confront the purple-haired witch.

The air solidified again, and a tense atmosphere spread.

Everyone held their weapons tightly, their eyes firm, ready to face new challenges.

"Don't try to touch her!" The man in white protected Xiaohong behind him, his tone was cold and murderous.

Everyone quickly formed a circle and protected Xiaohong and the treasure in the center.

Their eyes were firm, like iron walls, and they vowed to protect the treasures behind them to the death.

Everyone's breathing is clearly audible, and a tense atmosphere spreads in the air.

The purple-haired witch stood opposite them, her charming purple hair flying in the wind, spitting out a letter like a poisonous snake.

Her narrow eyes were flashing with a greedy light, staring at the treasure in Xiaohong's hand, as if a hungry beast was staring at the prey.

The people watching the battle around held their breath, their hearts pounding, and they watched nervously at the upcoming battle.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities!" The purple-haired witch sneered, taking the lead in breaking the tense confrontation.

She quickly formed seals with her hands, muttering words in her mouth, and a strange purple energy surged around her.

"Be careful, her spell is very strange!" Elder Chen reminded loudly, and everyone was even more alert.

The spell of the purple-haired witch is as unpredictable as a ghost, sometimes turning into sharp blades and sometimes turning into poisonous fog, which is elusive.

Everyone was a little panicked for a moment, but they quickly stabilized their positions.

"I'll block her!" The man in white jumped and blocked everyone.

He waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword light was as bright as the Milky Way, resolving the attacks of the purple-haired witch one by one.

"And I!" The blue-shirted swordsman also joined the battle. He had a light body and sharp sword skills. He fought side by side with the man in white, firmly suppressing the attack of the purple-haired witch.

The purple-haired witch could not attack for a long time, so she changed her attack method, which was faster and stronger. The man in white and the swordsman in blue gradually felt a little difficult.

"You two, go away!" A thick voice came, and everyone looked in the sound, and saw the blue-robed swordsman walking over with great strides...

The blue-robed swordsman blocked the white man like a hill, and the broad sword in his hand drew a dazzling arc, facing the attack of the purple-haired witch.

"Clang!" A deafening sound made Mars flicker.

The purple-haired witch was shaken back several steps, and a trace of surprise flashed across her face. She didn't expect that this blue-robed swordsman who suddenly appeared had such strength.

However, she was surprised for only a moment. A cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her figure flashed, attacking the blue-robed swordsman again.

This time, her speed was faster and her attacks were more ruthless.

Although the blue-robed swordsman struggled to resist, he was still one step slower after all.

With a "puff", the purple-haired witch's sharp claws cut through his clothes, leaving a deep bone-visible wound on his chest.

The blue-robed swordsman groaned and staggered back, and blood stained the collars on his chest.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts sank, and a chill rushes straight from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

They looked at the blue-robed swordsman lying on the ground with concern, and the atmosphere was so solemn that even the air had solidified.

The injured blue-robed swordsman covered his chest, his face pale, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled off his forehead.
Chapter completed!