368.Chapter 368: Death Is the Soul of Xuantian Palace!

Chu Yunting's eyes flashed coldly, and her white fingers tapped Feng Qingyi and Lei Protector, killing these two people would not only break Duanmu Chen's left arm and right arm, but also make the Xuantian Palace disciples present immediately lose their backbone, she was going to slaughter these people on the street......

A mist gradually appeared in Chu Yunting's eyes, she wanted Duanmu Chen to know that the Xuanyue Continent was not in the hands of His Highness Chen, and there were some people that His Highness Chen was destined to not be able to provoke.

The old man's aura locked on Feng Qingyi and Lei Protector, the latter seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and the mere fact that the other party's aura locked them made them unable to resist.

"Feng Qingyi, if you really want to save me, get out immediately!" The aura on Lei Protector's body suddenly soared, and the giant sword in his hand shook violently, shaking the two Tianxuan masters who were besieging her away, and then his body rotated to block Feng Qingyi, his wrist was deflected, and the giant sword pierced into the opponent's chest like a bamboo, and then threw Feng Qingyi into the air and kicked it hard......

"You are the same, get out of the way!" Thunder Protector walked like a fly, and at this time, she didn't care about the worship of Danta, but just tried her best to save the people who got along day and night.

"Sister Lei, let's not go!" The disciples of Xuantian Palace shouted in unison, looking at the Thunder Protector who was fighting with the enemy, and there seemed to be a hot current gushing out of his chest.

The same thing is placed in other forces, and it must be them who die as pawns, but this is not the case in Xuantian Palace.

Those who rush to the front are always the masters and a few Dharma protectors, and the ones who are most injured are always the strong ones.

Their master said that human life does not distinguish between high and low, and the strong are born to protect the weak, and their master said that as long as there is a day when he is there, the Xuantian Palace will definitely stand on the top of the Xuanyue Continent and never fall, and their master said that as long as there is a day when he is there, even if he is responsible for pouring night incense in the Xuantian Palace, he will be a man when he goes out!

When they meet such a master, they don't know how many lifetimes of blessings they have cultivated, what reason do they have not to be loyal? Why don't you maintain it?

The disciples present in the Xuantian Palace all clenched the weapons in their hands, their waists were straight, and instead of becoming panicked and weak due to the influence of the Nadan Tower's offerings, they burst out with unprecedented combat power.

They seem to regard this as the last battle in their lives, death is not terrible, but even if they die, they have to die standing up, this is the soul of the Xuantian Palace!

"Good!" Thunder Protector shouted, in this short moment, she had already added several scars on her body, but her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, like the brightest and dazzling stars in the night, and the dark clouds all over her could not hide her brilliance.

"Bang"

A blow resounded in this space, and at the moment when the blood splattered, the Thunder Protector was thrown into the air like a broken doll, and the blood mixed with the drizzle slowly fell.

"Bang Dang"

The giant sword fell to the ground from mid-air, and the heroic body was as delicate as a butterfly at this time, and everyone only felt that their eyes were covered by the blood red, and the scene in front of them was a little tragic and a little desolate, but more of it was shocking to people's hearts.

Lei Protector felt that the surrounding Qiē seemed to be moving away from her, and her ears were filled with roars, she couldn't hear clearly, it seemed that many people were shouting "Sister Lei", and the voice that was never harmonious, like a mountain spring and a clear stream, leaning on her shoulder with a ruffian, shouting "Little Sister Lei" without fear of death.