His eyes were fixed on the purple-haired woman who carried a dangerous aura for a while, and then Yinzhu's eyes fell on Xueling Huanbing who reached out to touch the hilt of the sword behind him: "That sword behind you... that bloody sword

Sword Luoyang, it seems you haven’t used it yet.”

"Adventurers ahead, please stop."

Countless and orderly steps began to appear in the corner of the fortress square. They were the sounds of soldiers from the principality advancing in an orderly manner. Marshal Dusk, who was at the forefront of these phalanxes, also led the troops.

With boundless momentum, he walked out of the array, waved his long sword and raised his voice: "Although I don't know where you came from as a guest, it is our responsibility not to entertain you after all."

"You should be making trouble by now, right?"

In the long formation of countless soldiers with their weapons raised, he raised his voice towards the front, and the lonely figure of Yinzhu, who was targeted by these people, also let out a few helpless chuckles, turned around and dragged his steps.

Walking towards the outside of the fortress: "Well, I'm not really big enough to compete with so many of you."

"Sorry for disturbing you."

It seemed that he was not worried that these people would come forward to chase him. The figure of the sword warrior, bathed in the rain and the eyes of these people, then disappeared into the ruins in the direction of the city gate: "When the time is right."
Chapter completed!