C114 Blood Dyeing the Wind Pavilion(4)

"No..."

Ye Mo was momentarily taken aback when Ren Pingxue, Qingling, and Lingfeng whisked past him, carried by a gust of wind. He found himself muttering under his breath and slowly shaking his head.

In just an instant, the battle involving eight warriors erupted. Longswords danced across the sky, and with each strike, blood was destined to be shed