The long black sword slashed through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and headed straight for everyone.

The blade light is like lightning, so fast that it is difficult to capture.

Everyone was caught off guard and almost hit by this sudden attack.

"Be careful!" The man in white shouted, and the long sword in his hand went out to sea like a dragon, and met the long black sword of the messenger in golden clothes.

"Clang!" A harsh metal hit, sparks splashing everywhere.

The man in white was shocked several steps back, and the tiger's mouth hurt slightly.

Seeing this, the blue-shirted swordsman also joined the battle.

He was elegant in shape, his sword skills were agile, like flowing clouds and water, fighting with the golden messenger.

The sword and sword shadows intertwined into a deadly ray of light.

The aftermath of the battle destroyed the surrounding environment in a mess.

The trees were cut in half, and deep ravines were drawn by sword energy on the ground.

Flying sand and stones cover the sky and the sun.

Xiaohong snuggled tightly beside the man in white, feeling the strong impact of the battle.

"Be careful!" The man in white blocked the blow of the messenger in golden clothes again and looked at Xiaohong with concern.

Xiaohong's cheeks flushed, and a warm current surged in her heart...

The man in white intersected with the messenger in golden clothes, causing a spark.

Just in the flash of lightning, the man in white took the time to look back and looked at Xiaohong affectionately.

That glance was filled with concern and love, as if everything in the world had stopped, and only the two of them existed.

Xiaohong's cheeks turned red in an instant, and her heartbeats like a drum, pounding.

This loving look was like a beam of warm sunshine, illuminating every corner of her heart.

When the people around him saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile knowingly.

In this tense battle, this tenderness seems particularly precious and makes everyone's heart full of hope.

Xiaohong also responded to the man in white with affectionate eyes. This silent communication was better than a thousand words and gave the man in white greater strength.

Suddenly, Doctor Zhang groaned and his face turned pale in an instant.

He covered his chest, and blood oozed out from his fingers, dyeing his clothes red.

The shock of the battle made his wounds tear apart again, and the severe pain made him almost unable to breathe.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts were raised to their throats.

The tension intensified again, and everyone's face was filled with worry.

The injured Doctor Zhang is like a time bomb that may detonate at any time, making the whole situation worse.

Xiaohong looked at the injured Doctor Zhang and bit her lip tightly. She wished she could do something, but now, she could only watch helplessly, helpless.

At this moment, the gray-haired hunter quietly moved behind the messenger in the golden clothes, with a sly smile on his lips...

The gray-haired hunter had quick eyes and hands. He took out a special net from his arms and swung it hard. The net drew a graceful arc in the air, accurately covering the messenger in the golden clothes.

The mesh is made of special materials and is extremely tough and difficult to cut even with sharp blades.

The messenger in golden clothes was caught off guard and was entangled by the net and could not move.

He struggled hard, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter he struggled, like a prey trapped by a spider web.

"Okay!" Seeing this, everyone suddenly felt aroused their morale and excited shouts echoed throughout the sky.

"Beautiful job!" Luo Xiaoyu waved the weapon in her hand excitedly, and her eyes were filled with excitement.

Grandma Lin was so excited that she burst into tears. She clasped her hands together and kept muttering: "Blessings, Bodhisattvas bless them!"

Although Dr. Zhang was injured, he endured the pain and smiled with relief.

Everyone looked at the gray-haired hunter with admiration.

At this critical moment, the wit and courage displayed by the gray-haired hunter undoubtedly gave everyone great encouragement.

"What should I do next?" Zhao Blacksmith asked in a muffled voice, the giant hammer in his hand trembled slightly due to excitement.

"Take a fight and take him down!" Luo Xiaoyu said impatiently. She couldn't wait to end the battle.

"Wait," Elder Chen stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "Don't chase the enemy, be careful that he has a backup plan."

Everyone fell silent immediately, and Elder Chen's words reminded them that the Golden Clothing Messenger was definitely not an ordinary person, and maybe there was any hidden trump card.

"I suggest that you consume his physical strength first, and then find an opportunity to win it in one fell swoop." Zhang Langzhong said weakly, his face still pale, but his tone was extremely firm.

"I agree with Doctor Zhang's opinion," the man in white looked around and said in a deep voice, "We should first use ranged attacks to consume his physical strength, and at the same time be careful of his counterattack."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The proposal of the man in white combines the advantages of strong attacks and war of attrition, which can not only effectively weaken the strength of the messenger in golden clothes, but also ensures his own safety to the greatest extent.

According to the plan, everyone began to siege the Golden Clothing Messenger.

Bows, hidden weapons, and darts shot at the golden messenger like raindrops.

The Golden Clothing Messenger was trapped in the net. Although he tried his best to dodge, he still could not completely avoid all attacks.

The sound of "ding-ding-dang" kept coming from his body, which was the sound of a weapon hitting his armor.

The golden messenger's face became increasingly ugly, and his breathing became rapid.

He roared angrily, but was unable to change the situation in front of him.

The balance of victory seems to be tilting towards everyone.

Just when everyone thought they were sure to win, the messenger of the golden clothes suddenly stopped struggling. He raised his head and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

"It seems that I have to use that move..."

The strange smile on the corner of the mouth of the messenger in golden clothes made an ominous premonition in everyone's heart.

He suddenly stopped struggling, folded his hands together, and muttered something.

A dazzling light burst out from him, illuminating the entire valley like a small sun.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden change, and the tense atmosphere instantly spread.

The light gradually spread, covering everything around it.

The trees and rocks that were originally clearly visible became blurred at this moment, as if they were in a fog.

There was a strange wave of energy in the air, making people feel troubled in breathing and dull in their chests.

Everyone's expressions became solemn, and uneasiness spread in their hearts.

This light is not just dazzling, it contains powerful destructive power.

Wherever the light goes, the ground collapses and the trees turn into ashes.

Everyone avoided them, a little busy, and almost got hit by the light.

The new spell of the Golden Messenger is powerful, far beyond their previous expectations.

The man in white and the swordsman in blue looked at each other, and a trace of determination flashed in both of them.

They knew that they could no longer sit still and wait for death.

The man in white waved his long sword in his hand, and the sword energy shot towards the light like a horse, trying to defeat him.

The blue-shirt swordsman used his light skills, his body was as lightning as lightning, trying to go around behind the messenger of the golden clothes and interrupt his spell casting.

The efforts of the two people were admired by everyone and made the atmosphere of fighting even more tense.

However, the spells of the Golden Messenger are not constant.

The attack direction of the light constantly changed, sometimes pricking like a sharp sword, sometimes sweeping like a huge wave, making it elusive for everyone to understand.

Everyone was exhausted and dangerous.

"Be careful!" Zhao Blacksmith shouted...

Zhao's burly body blocked Luo Xiaoyu's face, and the light hit his back hard.

With a muffled groan, Zhao's huge body flew out like a kite with broken strings and fell heavily to the ground.

The dust was flying, blocking everyone's vision.

Luo Xiaoyu's eyes widened in horror, and tears instantly blurred her gaze.

"Brother Zhao!" She shouted heart-wrenchingly and stumbled towards Blacksmith Zhao.

Everyone's hearts sank, and a chill surged from the soles of their feet and heads.

The fall of Blacksmith Zhao was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing.

They looked at Blacksmith Zhao who was lying in a pool of blood, and a feeling of despair spread in everyone's hearts.

Could it be that they really want to be buried here?
Chapter completed!