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"Grandma Ning, why did you suddenly summon us here?" The people of the Five Mountain Sword Sect stationed in Xiyue City were all invited by the Grandma Ning to come over. They said that they wanted to discuss some matters, when the Heng Shan Sect's Dan Chen was surprisingly present, they asked the Grandma Ning.

These days, Dan Chen had become even more lively, and was even able to clearly see the restrained aura on her body. Even though it was still the body sculpting Realm, it wasn't too far away from it.

"There is news that the western barbarian that is in the Yan Jing City Martial Show will escape from Xiyue City and return to the West. For the sake of our Five Mountain Sword Sect's reputation, we have to stop them, but with our current strength, our fighting strength is still lacking, so I am gathering all of you here, in order to get you to send some people back to the sect to get some real elders." The Grandma Ning looked at the young and tender faces around him, and could not help but sigh. She was still young and immature, if he gave them another twenty years, they would be the future pillars of the Five Mountain Sword Sect.

"western barbarian? This is interesting. They didn't go anywhere but came to our West Mountain City. Did they look down on our Five Mountain Sword Sect? Grandma Ning be at ease, we will send the message to the sect right away, but whether or not the patriarchs come is not something we can control. " Dan Chen slowly frowned, and replied Grandma Ning.

Before he could finish his sentence, a whistling sound could be heard from the rooftop. Florence and the Western warriors flew across the sky, golden armor shimmering in the sunlight.

It looked incredibly divine and magnificent, but it was not enough to stop the warriors of the Central Plains in Xiyue City.

Grandma Ning lightly tapped her foot on the ground and jumped onto the roof, rushing towards Florence and the others.

Towards these western barbarian, they did not plan to hold back. With a single move of the Ning Family's thirteen needles, they attacked the Demon Saint Child Galahad who was the last among the barbarians.

"Leave the city quickly. This is the city of the people of the Central Plains. Once they are left behind, there will be people attacking them soon." cried Florence, no longer looking at Galahad, the last of the devilish sons, for he had no control over them, so let life or death be up to the will of heaven!

The rest of the western barbarian were stunned at first, but they quickly chose to leave. They no longer had the arrogance from before, as they were surrounded and surrounded along the way, like mice crossing the street. To be able to leave the Central Plains alive was their wish, but as for whether Galahad would be killed or not, that did not matter to them at all.

Thirteen silver needles whizzed towards Galahad. They were so powerful that Galahad had had to stop and turn around to fight back.

The Devil's Scripture in his hand quickly unfurled, and a black ray of light instantly surged on Galahad's body. Immediately after, Galahad struck out his palm towards Grandma Ning, and a vast amount of Innate Qi covered all of the silver needles.

"Sir, it's best if you don't leave. This old Daoist doesn't want to kill you." Florence and the others who were flying ahead suddenly stopped in their tracks. In front of them was an old man with a gray beard and ragged clothing. He stood there quietly.

"Daoist Qing You!" The people of Xiyue City who were below suddenly cried out in surprise, as if they were extremely surprised that this Taoist actually had such strength, and actually dared to take action against so many western barbarian s.

One had to know that in the past, the people of Xiyue City would often make fun of this old Daoist fortune-teller who was dressed in tattered clothes. Everyone was also making fun of him out of goodwill, but they never thought that such a kind old man was actually a hidden expert.

"Kill!" Florence and the Shadow Knight Dracula looked at each other, and the Shadow Knight, Dracula, charged towards Daoist Qing You as if he had received some news.

"Form One, Lin." Dracula glanced at Daoist Qing You and immediately chose to attack. His hand formed a seal, and like a general, he charged towards Daoist Qing You.

A long black robe with a tail extending with dark internal energy. It looked like a knight from hell riding a fiery lava horse. The fire horse hissed and Dracula's hand bent like sharp claws as it tried to grab Daoist Qing You's throat.

It could be seen that as long as the claw caught hold of Daoist Qing You, it would immediately shatter his throat as if it was a dried twig.

"Dao One, let go." Daoist Qing You's voice was calm and steady. His hand seemed to be powerless as it slapped Dracula's claw aside. He then said softly, "Dao 2, Immersed Edge!"

He formed a fist with his free hand, lifted his leg and spread his wings, his fist was like a drum as it bombarded Dracula's body for two breaths, almost to the point of twenty punches.

"Pfft!" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and he clutched at his chest, his scarlet eyes burning with excitement.

"This old Daoist is so powerful!" Big Hairy, did you spit on him last time? " A barefoot man at the foot of Xiyue City wiped the sparkling light at the corner of his brows and could not help but ask a naked man beside him.

"Don't spout nonsense, my plan is... This wasn't spitting on a real person. Ergou, don't hurt me! Last time, I saw you take two pieces of money out of his bowl when the real person wasn't paying attention. " The naked man looked as if his whole body was about to be drenched as he asked the barefooted man with a trembling voice.

The same thing happened in many places in Xiyue City. So the old Taoist who read fortunes in Xiyue City every day turned out to be so fierce. If he were to be blamed in the future, we would be done for!

"Won't we help Dracula, my lord? You must know that if he were to die in the Central Plains, all of us will not be able to escape. " The Knight of the Twelfth Round Table, Percival, leaned close to Florence and whispered. It seemed that he was very concerned about the safety of the Shadow Knight, Dracula.

Indeed, this was the illegitimate son of His Highness the Pope. If he died, then the rest of them would be buried with him.

It was clear that Florence understood this logic, but the current situation did not give him the chance to make an accurate judgement. It was only now, when Percival spoke, that he finally understood.

"Go back and save Dark Knight Dracula and the Demon Son Galahad." Frozen Cloud Asgard told the group of western barbarian s.

It was as Percival had said, once His Majesty's only son died in the Central Plains, he would naturally be blamed for his actions. He might even be burned to death by His Holiness at the stake, his soul would never be able to rest in peace for the rest of his life.

"Second move, Fire-scale Slaughter!" The Shadow Knight, Dracula, looked at the back of Frozen Cloud's body and smiled mockingly. Then, the dark inner force in his hand surged out like a layer of dense scales and exploded under Dracula's control, turning into a series of attacks towards Daoist Clear Serenity.