They took off their clothes, and there were many of them in the crowd. It was conceivable that the person behind the scenes wanted to catch them both at once.

Their swords had long been hidden, and countless sword shadows were attacking Murong Haochen.

This time he miscalculated and completely let down his guard. This time, there would be no reinforcements like last time.

"What should we do?" She shrank in his arms in fear, but he kept pressing her in his arms, not wanting Ye Yilan to see the bloody scene that was about to happen.

"As long as I'm here, it'll be okay."

Ye Yilan hid behind her and closed her eyes. She could hear the sound of the sword rubbing together, and her body moved with his steps.

A sword struck directly at him, and the hands they were holding were forced to separate.

It can be clearly seen that everyone's goal is one person - Murong Haochen.

He didn't have any weapons on him to fight against him, and he only dared to resist them after he grabbed a sword from their hands.

Ye Yilan thought of someone, took out the whistle from her collar, and blew it.

When Murong Haochen heard this, he immediately turned around. If Ye Yilan hadn't blown the whistle, he would have almost forgotten it.

Inadvertently, a dagger pierced his waist. He gritted his teeth and endured the heartbreaking pain.

Ye Yilan saw that scene with her own eyes and ran to him. Blood kept flowing out from the place he was covering.

If he could hold on any longer, everyone lying on the ground would die under his sword.
Chapter completed!