Several miles away from the battlefield, Zhao Ruopeng looked at the battlefield scene reflected in the Xuanguang Mirror magic technique with a pale face.

This time, in order to effectively eliminate those people related to Su Lingxuan, this huge plan that had been carried out for hundreds of years was perfectly concluded in this generation. Zhao Ruopeng, who served as the head of Chongshan Academy, came here personally and led a Confucian faction who had been lurking in the Dagan Dynasty for more than ten years, with the intention of achieving his contribution.

But the subsequent development of things was much beyond his expectations!

At this time, his heart was as painful as a twist, his neck veins swelled up, his eyes twitched, his fists tightly clenched, his fingernails pierced the palms without even notice, and a trace of blood slowly dripped down his palms.

He couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Now the people who made him feel confident that no matter how outstanding the people behind Su Lingxuan were, they could easily wipe out all of them. At this time, they were being dealt with like cutting melons and vegetables by the other party.

The opponent's strength was far beyond their expectations!

I saw sword lights and sword energy scattered on the battlefield, and the figures flashed like lightning. But every time the opponent made a move, the fierce sword light could cut down one of his masters. Either the body was divided into two halves, or the whole body was shattered by the sword light and split into dozens of pieces, and the death was terrible.

"We can't let the other party continue to kill like this anymore. If they are completely destroyed here today, I don't know how long it will take to recover the vitality--"

Zhao Ruopeng felt extremely distressed, waved his palm and spread the Xuanguang Mirror technique, and wanted to set off to go to the battlefield several miles away.

"If I were you, I would never have stepped into the battlefield at this time. You are plotting against others, how can you know if others are also plotting against you?"

A calm and magnetic voice sounded beside him. The middle-aged man wearing golden armor and holding a red spear appeared and said coldly: "Su Qi and Su Tianxin are both ordinary people, and they are wise and changeable. In order to protect their son's safety, it is of course true that the couple left a powerful back-up. You are now over and be careful to be dealt with by those people. By then, your Confucian lineage will really suffer heavy losses."

Zhao Ruopeng could not hear the advice of outsiders. When he remembered the scene of his junior's death, he felt that his brother's lungs were about to explode. He looked at the man with red eyes and shouted: "Feng Ziyi, your military strategists can sacrifice everything for the purpose, but I am not such a cold and disgraceful person! Those younger disciples are outstanding talents I have spent so much effort to teach. How can I watch them being killed without being indifferent!"

"Do you think I don't feel sorry?" Feng Ziyi's eyes were faintly red and she shouted in a deep voice, "Ximen Hao is my most proud disciple. He is the genius who is most expected to achieve the first level in two hundred years among my military disciples. However, he fell into this place so early. All my hard-working cultivation for him has disappeared. Am I not angry? He is also my favorite eldest son of my best friend, how should I explain to my friends?"

"Then let's kill with me!" Zhao Ruopeng looked at Feng Ziyi with a angrily face as if he was almost angry and shouted: "You and I will join forces. Even if the other party still has a backhand, it can resist for a while. A little time will be enough for my juniors to kill Su Lingxuan, and then we will cover each other to retreat. Brother Ziyi, in this way, you can avenge the murder of your beloved disciple, and you can also give an explanation to your friend. I can also rescue more disciples, wouldn't I kill you in one go?"

Feng Ziyi sneered when she heard this. Others didn't know Su Qi and Su Tianxin's methods, but he had a personal experience. When he entered another country with a pseudonym, he led Su Qi to fight, and took advantage of the situation and place, but he was still defeated by Su Qi head-on and lost. If it weren't for the general's chance to break through to the second level, he would have been shot by Su Qi.

Later, he was unwilling to accept that he had completely mastered the magic of the second level, and sneaked into Xianyang City, intending to abduct Su Qi's wife Su Tianxin to threaten him, but he didn't expect that Su Tianxin was more cruel than Su Qi. Somehow, he seemed to have expected him to come, and set up various traps and formations in the mansion in advance to knock his realm down from the second level to the fourth level. When he finally escaped from the heavens, he was moved and immediately made a poisonous oath in his heart and would never meet the two of them again, otherwise he would be cut into pieces and would not die!

Today, even though the couple had passed away, he still suspected that their only son had left behind a backup plan that could deal with all crises and dared not act easily.

Thinking about it carefully, if he had not been moved by Zhao Ruopeng before his action and had promised to let Ximen Hao participate in this battle, how could his beloved disciple die in the battle?

"I have said all of my words. If you insist on joining the battle, you will go. As for Haoer's revenge, I will avenge him and say goodbye."

After saying that, Feng Ziyi flew away.

"The waste who broke the spine by Su Qi!"

Zhao Ruopeng cursed angrily, glaring at Feng Ziyi's back as he was leaving with a grudge, "You are still a military master famous in the three counties of the East China Sea. You are so courageless. Well, I'll go by myself. With you as a waste to join the war, I'm afraid I'll still drag my back."

After a cold snorting, Zhao Ruopeng's eyes swept to the battlefield in the distance, and his figure unfolded, and in an instant it flew a hundred feet away.

In just a moment, Zhao Ruopeng had arrived at the battlefield where the fiercest battle was fought. At this time, he gathered more than 20 masters to ambush, which had completely turned into a massacre of the other party. The trees in the range of hundreds of feet were all overturned and blown away. In the dust, the past one after another, the gentle and polite junior disciples have now become cold corpses, unknowingly falling into the dust.

There are only four or five people who can stand on the battlefield except one enemy. Even these few remaining disciples are each suffering from minor or severe trauma, with a scattered head and black face, and they look very miserable and embarrassed.

"Chief of the Academy, why are you here?" Seeing Zhao Ruopeng's arrival, a disciple who used a sword with great color on his body said happily.

"The disciples are not afraid of sacrifice. After completing the task, how can I, the head of the academy, enjoy the success!" Zhao Ruopeng slid out of his sleeve and looked at his opponent.

"With the head of the hospital, we will win this battle!"

A disciple who had been killed by his opponent and had no confidence and was almost collapsed saw this and all had confidence, was inspired, and was shocked.

Zhao Ruopeng looked at the enemy carefully, but saw the opponent who killed him so much that he felt sad about blood just now was a woman who looked only in her twenties.

She was wearing white veil, with a golden belt around her waist, and her long black hair was tied with a golden ribbon. There was no expression on her delicate and beautiful face. She was cold and cold like a fairy walking down from the moon, not as powerful as a worldly fireworks.

She pressed a long sword in her hand. This long sword is different from the fox sword in Su Lingxuan's hand. The blade is longer and narrower than the average knife, but it is twice as wide as the fox sword, and the curve is smaller than that of the fox sword. The overall shape looks exquisite and gorgeous, and it looks like a treasure sword designed specifically for women.

"I seem to have seen this kind of knife somewhere?"

Zhao Ruopeng had long passed the age of being active for beauty, so he did not pay much attention to the beauty of women. Instead, the precious sword in her hand made him frown unconsciously, his eyes narrowed, and somehow, a hint of shock suddenly appeared in his heart.

When he just peeked at the scene with magic, he had already seen the other party's superb sword skills. Although each sword was so simple that he could learn in any martial arts school that could teach sword skills, this woman gave him extraordinary lethality. Each sword could change and move at any time, and it was hard to defend against it. What Zhao Ruopeng even more cares about was that she had not used any tricks from the beginning to the present, which made people beware of it!

"Course leader? You are the person behind the scenes who directed these people to attack the child this time? Since you are here too, let's die together." The woman opened her mouth and spit out cold words, which was very natural.

Just as she finished speaking, the knife in her hand suddenly burst out with an extremely cold chill. The gray-white light covered the sky and the ominous terrifying aura suddenly awakened the taboos in Zhao Ruopeng's memory.

"This is Guanghan lineage-"

Zhao Ruopeng's face changed drastically, his eyes looked at the other party in horror and horror, and shouted with a loss of manners: "Stop! I am the head of Chongshan Academy--"
Chapter completed!