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The streets, which were not wide, were filled with them.

The disciples who were confused only cared about killing, and the swords were deadly!

On the other hand, Yuan Qing and the others had scruples, but they only defended, trying to repel them without harming their peers.

But where would those disciples still care about this?

The order given to them by Bai Zhi was to capture Gao Fushuai alive and kill the others!

They were literally bloodthirsty and slashing at those they saw.

Mu Qinglian stood in the distance with a heart, sweating for them in her heart.

Chill out!

A bright sword fell from Mu Jiuge's head.

"Boom!"

Swords collide! Mu Jiuge's eyes quickly blocked the bright sword on his head.

As everyone knows, there is a hidden murder behind him.

Yuan Qing saw that the person was about to hurt Mu Jiuge, but he was too busy to take care of himself in the face of the obsession of several disciples.

At this moment, Mu Qinglian suddenly ran forward and knocked Mu Jiuge down, "Brother, be careful-"

The bloodthirsty sword was inserted into Mu Qinglian's abdomen like this.

Seeing that the blood behind Mu Qinglian stained her clothes red, Yuan Qing's whole heart tugged, "Qinglian-"

In the moment of distraction, his arm was stabbed by a sharp sword.

Mu Jiuge turned around in surprise, just as the blood overflowing from the corner of Qinglian's mouth and the godless but murderous fellow behind her.

At this point, he couldn't care much more.

With a swing of the long sword, he kicked the disciple into the distance.

The murderous aura in his eyes was no less than that of those disciples, injuring those who came close to him to the ground.

The moment Yuan Qing vacated the gap, he immediately rushed to Mu Jiuge and took Mu Qinglian from his arms and stepped aside.

"Qinglian, Qinglian, how are you?"

The blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, and Yuan Qing's voice trembled a little, preventing her from losing too much blood, and quickly clicked on her two big holes.

Mu Qinglian only felt that the pain behind her was strong, and for some unknown reason in her body, it was itchy and numb.

She shook her head forcefully, her eyes touching the sword wound on his arm, "Are you hurt?" ”

Compared to her injury, his injury was nothing at all.

At this moment, a long figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

The momentum is overwhelming, the white hair is flying, and there is quite a kingly style.

A wave of air followed, and dust and smoke billowed out.

With a loud shout, "Get out of the way!" ”

Mu Jiuge and the others in front of them suddenly retreated to the side, and a dozen or so disciples were instantly shocked by that air wave.

Just as they were sighing at the strength of the city lord, those disciples who had been shocked turned over and stood up again.

As if he didn't feel pain, he gradually approached the imposing city lord.

Mu Jiuge turned his head sideways and fell into Yuan Qing's arms, and his sister ran forward quickly.

There was blood all over the ground, and Mu Jiuge's eyes were red in a hurry, "Why are you so stupid, do you know that this is dangerous...... "If she has something that is long and short, how do you tell him to face their dead father?"

Of course, Mu Qinglian knew the danger of blocking the sword, but if she wanted her brother to die, she couldn't do it.

"Brother, I don't feel pain...... It's true...... Hmm......" As he spoke, a mouthful of blood gushed out, startling Mu Jiu Singer at a loss.

It's all this time, and she's still saying that she doesn't hurt!

There was a sound of fighting behind him, and several disciples were mercilessly injured by the city lord.

"Please don't hurt their lives, just repel them!" Yuan Qing really couldn't bear to suffer like this to his fellow disciples, and he didn't want them to be killed.

Doesn't hurt their lives? Do the dead people deserve it?