Hearing this, City Lord Duan and Patriarch Meng looked at each other and their hearts stagnated. These people were all dressed in black, and it was impossible to tell which faction the killers belonged to. However, their strength, and the strength of dozens of people, made them wary.
However, if he retreated and left at this time, it would seem unethical, especially to City Lord Duan. Fengjiu had just cured his father, and if he left him alone and watched him being killed, it would probably cause criticism.
After weighing it over in his mind, City Lord Duan said loudly: "You'd better leave quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
"Hahahaha! Okay! I want to see if you have the ability to protect her!" One of the leaders looked up and laughed. He raised his hand and made a gesture, and then dozens of people in black around him rushed up and attacked the carriage.
"kill!"
“Kill, kill, kill!”
Sharp shouts filled with murderous intent came out from the mouths of those men in black. They no longer concealed their breath. The murderous aura and bloody smell from those men in black were even more horrifying. The people around them seemed to be shocked and they did not dare to breathe and quickly retreated.
Faced with such a formation, Guan Xilin remained calm as before and swung his sword to meet the enemy. His gaze swept across those Nascent Soul cultivators and fell on the few people in the lead. His eyes moved slightly, and he knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to repel the enemy, he had to kill these leaders first.
So, when he saw those people rushing over, he aimed his blade at one of the immortal monks. As for his sister, he believed that these people could not hurt her.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
As his figure moved, the sound of sword energy rang out, and Guan Xilin rushed into the group of men in black alone, swinging his sword and killing them. Every time the sword blade attacked, it brought up a strong and sharp airflow.
“Clang! Snap!”
The clanging sound of swords clashing was heard, and the long swords of the men in black broke one after another with a snapping sound. Having lost their weapons, they could no longer resist Guan Xilin, who had the momentum of a tiger and explosive fighting power.
Just watching the bodies fall to the ground one after another, the thick blood spreading and filling the air, the visible broken limbs and hands made people tremble with fear, and once again they were shocked by Guan Xilin's fighting ability.
The morale of City Lord Duan and Patriarch Meng rose when they saw this, and with the addition of some people from their family, the situation quickly turned around. At this time, Feng Jiu in the carriage saw two of the four Flying Immortals preparing to attack Guan Xilin from behind, and she turned her palm, and two silver needles carrying spiritual energy flew out from her hand.
whoosh!
The two powerful flying immortals who were about to launch a sneak attack heard a slight noise behind them. When they turned around, they raised their sleeves and blocked the two silver needles. At the same time, their sinister eyes looked past the crowd and stared at the young man in red in the carriage.
This time, the two men attacked at the same time in tacit understanding, no longer paying attention to others, but directly attacked the young man in red. A palm wind struck out, splitting the carriage in half.
"Bang! Boom!"
The carriage was scattered all over the ground. City Lord Duan and Patriarch Meng felt nervous when they heard the noise. When they looked back, they saw two powerful immortals standing in front of the carriage fragments, but Fengjiu, who was originally sitting in the carriage, was nowhere to be found.