"Senior Sister Murong, you must go quickly..." The charming female disciple of Western Academy of red shirts, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opening her mouth and squirting a black blood arrow. She was shaking. Obviously she failed to make full use of magic skill to drive away the poison. She said urgently, "It will be too late if you don't leave now."
"As a disciple of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, I would never leave my companion, Jueyao. Don't worry. Just hold on for a moment, I believe there will be other disciples to save us!" Murong Yanzhi said, gritting her teeth.
She waved her long sword and splashed clouds of silver light, struggling to hold on.
"Haha, even if other people come, even your third-generation Martial Uncles come, maybe they all will be in danger. If o
