The shouting of killing was accompanied by the wind and sand, and the whipping fell all over Bilian Continent. Brightly colored flags tremble in the wind and sand, and the red tassels of spears dance wildly in the wind.

"Prepare for battle!" Leng Yinghua's roar resounded throughout Bilian Continent.

What followed was a drum beat that almost broke people's hearts. "Knock, knock, knock!" In the cold light of the sword, Leng Yinghua held a sword on his body, standing on a high platform to supervise the battle. The little guy who ordered the order couldn't put on his wings and pass on the news bit by bit.

The drum beat is slow and urgent, slow and tumbling like thunder, and urgent like a jumping frog. The air of the entire Bilian Continent burned and boiled because of the sound of the drum. Burning blood, boiling in every eager chest. The flag is waving, pointing out all directions. The entire Bilian Continent is like a huge roulette wheel, flying in the dust and sand.

The drumming stopped.

A cold arrow, shot from a dark corner, pierced the drummer's chest.

The drumstick fell to the ground in a dull manner, throwing out a bloody light.

Immediately, another drummer took the drumstick, without hesitation.

There was a long cry in the corner, and a white shadow was torn to pieces by the sword light. The bow in his hand was also cut into two pieces. Leng Yinghua's long sword was unsheathed, and a cold gaze flashed in his eyes.

"Oops...... Leng Zuo Envoy!" The martial artist covered in blood staggered all the way to Leng Yinghua's feet, his sword had broken its blade, his face had been mottled by heavy blood, and blood was constantly gushing out of his mouth. Lying on the ground, he could no longer get up, as if he had exhausted all his strength by staggering.

Leng Yinghua recognized him, this was Qi Tianqiao's deputy, Cheng Tianjie followed Qi Tianqiao, called the guard. However, at this moment, it should have been a fierce battle. An ominous premonition appeared in Leng Yinghua's mind: "How is the third young master?"

"Shou...... I can't hold it......"

"What?"

"On all sides...... There were white shadows on all sides, and the north was about to be lost, so the third young master rushed to support...... En route...... Unexpectedly, the white shadow blocked ......" The voice became softer and softer, and it became more and more difficult to pronounce the words, but Leng Yinghua didn't care so much, and shook him and asked: "What? Where did the white shadow come from?"

"Bilian Continent is on the ...... Everywhere ......" is no longer silent.

Leng Yinghua's heart turned upside down. He had heard the shouts of killing from the high stage, getting closer and closer. Why did the white shadow appear on Bilian Continent without warning? Why did the attack as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were as calm as water beforehand? Is this white shadow a person from Konoha or a person from Chu Tao? Wei Jue was shrouded in darkness as never before. Is it about to lose?

No, hold on no matter what!

In the bronze tripod, a raging fire ignited on the high platform. If Bilian Island is on fire, the Quartet must support. But will anyone else come?

Leng Yinghua was about to raise his sword and go down, but saw a figure wearing a hat pacing from afar. There was no obstacle around, or rather, no amount of flamboyant swords could stop the man, even though the man's sword was still hidden under his robes.

The flying white robe is like entering a no-man's land.

Under the high platform, the fire was raging, the smoke and dust were billowing, and the hastily lit beacon fire served as the background, reflecting the slender silhouette of this person, and also reflecting the figure of fighting in the dark. Behind this man, there was already a sea of red blood. On all sides, cries of pain and despair swept into a tsunami-like turmoil.

Fear made Leng Yinghua retreat step by step.