Creation Color Master

When he saw the theater door open and the female generals of the Yang family walked out, Sarliang was filled with shock and surprise. After all, it was rare for women to serve as generals in ancient times.

Seeing these female generals easily resist a wave of attacks from his men again, Sarliang couldn't help but become interested in the identity of that elegant young man.

What kind of identity is needed to subdue such a group of extraordinary generals; and why have I never heard of this person's name?

Dozens of people were fighting together, spears versus sabers. The Cold Eagle Tribe wanted to suppress the Yang Family with their higher level of cultivation. But how could the Yang Family do as they wished? They relied on their combat power and the ordinary spiritual weapons in their hands to fight on equal terms with the Cold Eagle Tribe.

Yang Jiye's Nine-Ring Golden Edge Dingsong Sword was waving up and down in the crowd. His sword skills were extremely strong and ferocious, and he was able to combine defense with his moves. In a short time, he injured three people of the same realm.

The sisters Yang Yanqi and Yang Yanying used the golden and silver double spears, and they cooperated well with each other. The spears in their hands were flexible and changeable. With the tacit cooperation, Yang Yanqi's golden spear focused on the upper part of the enemy, while Yang Yanying's silver spear focused on the lower part of the enemy. For a while, the enemy was suppressed everywhere.

The one fighting against Mu Guiying was a cultivator at the second level of awakening consciousness. With Mu Guiying's current level of cultivation, even though she had the ability to fight across boundaries and the blessing of spiritual weapons, she was still at a disadvantage.

Under the opponent's saber, Mu Guiying was in danger. Mu Guiying urged the Hanyue Yanling Sword to unleash the power of the moonlight. The long sword passed as if the void was frozen, and collided with the saber, which even formed a layer of frost on it.

The situation of She Saihua on the side was also not optimistic. She was suppressed by the enemy. Her saber collided with the ordinary spiritual weapon Nine Rings Yuze Langtao Sword, and sparks flew.

With one blow, She Saihua was pushed back several steps. Although She Saihua's swordsmanship was like the waves in the sea, endless and surging, and the power of one sword was stronger than the other, it was still resolved by the opponent, putting She Saihua in a passive position.

As the two sides fought fiercely, casualties began to occur. The seven wolves and eight tigers of the Yang family were all injured to varying degrees.

Despite this, no one in the Yang family retreated and they kept the enemy on the battlefield.

Such a massive melee had already frightened the people in Yong'an Town. Although they hid in their homes, the unique military energy and smoke, as well as the constantly flashing swords and gun shadows, all showed how fierce the battle was.

In fact, Wang Hong did not leave. He directly ordered the government soldiers to block the eastern area of ​​the town and protect the surrounding people to prevent the frightened people from accidentally entering the melee area.

Looking at the Yang family members who were fighting fiercely and powerfully, Wang Hong's eyes caught a glimpse of a figure that he would never forget.

The old figure with the azure long sword was none other than the white-haired veteran who had saved him on the battlefield of Hanyang.

Although he felt a sense of familiarity when the Yang family went to the battle last time, and that mysterious figure gradually overlapped with the Yang family at that glimpse on the battlefield, he had some doubts in his heart. Now that he really saw the figure of his life-saver, Wang Hong was quite excited.

The melee did not last long. Neither side gained any advantage and everyone was injured. Seven people from the Cold Eagle tribe died.

The members of the Cold Eagle tribe were helped back by their companions and went off to treat their injuries; while the members of the Yang family stood there supporting each other. Although each of them was injured, their postures were still straight and strong, and their eyes were full of burning fighting spirit, which shocked Sarliang.

He had a feeling that if he launched another attack, these injured people would try their best to stop him. What kind of charm did that young man have that made these people guard him so fearlessly?

At this time, the door of the theater opened, and a group of actors walked out. The leader, Chu Yun, said, "General Yang, the lord has ordered you to return to the theater immediately."

After saying this, the other actors escorted the Yang family back to the theater.

The originally chaotic scene suddenly became deserted. At the entrance of the theater, there was nothing but corpses and blood on the ground and a group of people standing there alone.

The cold wind made the place seem even more desolate.

Sarp stepped forward and said, "Boss, what should we do?"

Sarliang looked at the tightly closed door, and a trace of panic suddenly appeared in his heart for some reason. He had a feeling that there was a great terror behind the door.

But now, in order to recover the clan's spiritual soldiers, they have already traveled more than 100,000 miles and finally entered the territory of Xiayang. How could they give up when the clan's spiritual soldiers are still not recovered?

Sarliang gritted his teeth and decided that no matter what happened today, he would retrieve the spiritual soldiers protecting the clan even if it cost him his life.

Looking at the tightly closed theater door, Sarliang waved his hand and said, "Sarha, lead twenty guards to launch an attack."

"This theater is a little weird. You lead everyone to be careful. If you find anything wrong, don't rush in. You must retreat immediately."

Sarha showed a hint of grim smile and said, "Don't worry, General. I was really frustrated in the battle just now. I will tear down his broken theater. He is just an actor, but he really thinks he is a big shot."

"You two teams, follow me."

The twenty-one people approached the theater with full vigilance.

"squeak"

The sound of the gate rang again, and everyone in the Cold Eagle Tribe was shocked and looked towards the place where the sound came from. Even Salha stopped and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

The door of the Lin Mansion next to the theater was open at this time.

Under the puzzled gazes of Salliang and others, more than a dozen figures walked out slowly from inside. The leader was an old woman dressed in a golden chrysanthemum dress, holding a dragon-headed crutch. The dozen figures following behind her were all at the second level of cultivation. They blocked the way between the Cold Eagle Tribe and the theater.

Sarliang felt his eyebrows twitching. It was the first time he encountered such a maddening thing. Looking at the attitude of the crowd, he was afraid that a big war was inevitable.

But Sarliang still asked with an unwilling look on his face: "Who are you? This is a matter between our Frost Eagle Tribe and the thieves. Are you sure you want to be an enemy of our Frost Eagle Tribe and interfere in our affairs?"

Xu Qinglan pounded the dragon's crutch on the ground and said slowly, "Haha, such threats are useless to us. This is Xiayang, we won't fall for them."

"The theater is the master's ancestral home. No one can enter without permission. As the master's retainers, how can my Lin family share the master's worries? You have seen the strength of the Yang family before, and next is the character of my Lin family. Come on, let's go."

Sarha was furious when he heard this and said, "How dare a small family general be so arrogant? At your age, you should stop showing your face in public and go back to let your children and grandchildren take care of you in your old age."

Xu Qinglan became furious when he heard this, and the dragon head crutch turned into a stream of light and hit Salha's head hard.

"boom"

Sarha used his broadsword to knock the dragon head away and said, "Don't show off your skills in front of an expert. How about trying my black evil sword technique next?"

The big knife wrapped in endless black evil spirit chopped down towards Xu Qinglan fiercely, surrounded by the black evil law, like a man-eating beast.

Xu Qinglan was frightened by the Black Evil Law. Although she had the strength of the third realm, she had been using it to suppress her injuries. Now that her injuries had healed, her strength was only one tenth of what it was. She had no confidence at all to take this attack.

In addition, other members of the Lin family were also entangled by the people of the Cold Eagle Tribe.