Who put the yellow robe on me?

Everyone immediately became alert, drew their weapons, and took a defensive stance.

Two dark shadows appeared at the temple entrance. They were wearing black night clothes and silver masks on their faces.

One of them held a long sword, the blade of which reflected a cold light in the dim light; the other held a big knife with a thick blade, which looked extremely powerful.

The two men walked slowly into the temple in silence. Although they were not tall, their steps were steady and their aura was powerful.

Seeing this, Dianzhang shouted, "Protect His Highness!"

Xuanyuan Feiyan, Zuo Yongyu, Han Qingsong and others quickly stepped forward to protect Jiang Chen.

The masked man holding the sword sneered and said in a low voice: "Jiang Chen, today is your doomsday!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and pointed his sword directly at Jiang Chen. The sword energy was so strong that it brought up a gust of cold wind.

Dian Zhang was quick-witted and swift-handed, swinging his sword to block the blow, but the opponent's force was surprisingly strong, causing his arm to go numb. He was shocked: "This person's internal strength is so profound!"

The masked man with the knife rushed towards Xuanyuan Feiyan, his sword skills were open and close, full of power. Xuanyuan Feiyan did not dare to be careless, and mobilized all his internal energy, sword flashing, and fought fiercely.

Zuo Yongyu and Han Qingsong also joined the battle, trying to suppress the opponent with their numerical advantage.

However, the two masked men were highly skilled in martial arts and their moves were fierce, and they were not at all inferior.

The temple was suddenly filled with the clashing of swords and sabers. A strong wind blew, and the wooden pillars were slashed by swords, making a sharp sound. Dust was kicked up from the ground, filling the air and making it difficult to breathe.

Dianzhang grappled with the masked swordsman, his nerves growing more and more intense as the fight wore on. He felt the man's swordsmanship was unpredictable, each strike aimed squarely at his vital points. A single misstep could kill him. He gritted his teeth and persevered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Xuanyuan Feiyan was also caught in a tough fight. The opponent's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and each blow carried a tremendous force. He felt his arm go numb, and the hand holding the sword gradually lost strength.

Zuo Yongyu and Han Qingsong tried to attack from the flank, but the opponent seemed to have anticipated it and easily resolved their offensive.

Jiang Chen stood aside with a frown on his face.

He saw that the situation was not good and became anxious: "These two people's martial arts are so powerful? Could it be..."

He clenched the folding fan in his hand and thought to himself, "If this continues, I'm afraid we'll all die here."

Jiang Chen's heart sank: "It seems that the other party came prepared."

The atmosphere in the temple became increasingly tense, and a sense of despair rose in everyone's hearts.

He looked around, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down: "Don't panic, everyone. We still have a chance."

He walked to the center of the temple and said loudly, "Since you have come with ill intentions, why not reveal your true identity so that we can know which hero you have offended?"

The masked man holding the sword sneered and said, "Jiang Chen, there's no need to ask any more questions. You can't escape this disaster today. I'm sorry!"

Jiang Chen's eyes were like torches, and he said in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, let's fight to the death!"

After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Dian Zhang, Xuanyuan Feiyan and others continued to fight fiercely with the masked man with a knife. Their physical strength gradually became exhausted and their movements began to slow down.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the temple, as if a large number of people were approaching.

"Oh no, there might be an ambush!" Jiang Chen's heart trembled. He turned to Feng Liyan and Tan Erhu and said, "Hurry up and check the situation outside!"

The two of them quickly ran out of the temple, but before they could return, two others flew over, accompanied by a familiar and concerned cry: "Your Highness, we are late!"

Everyone in the temple looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures approaching quickly.

The people who came were none other than Zhou Liangwei and Deng Yunde. They were dressed in simple warrior uniforms, with swords at their waists, and their steps were steady and powerful.

The fierce battle in the temple was temporarily stopped because of their arrival.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and sweat, mixed with the musty odor of worn wooden beams, making people feel oppressive.

When Jiang Chen saw that it was Zhou Liangwei and Deng Yunde, he was overjoyed, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

A trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "It's just right that you're here!"

However, before he could say anything more, Feng Liyan and Tan Erhu ran over panting.

Their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat and they were breathing rapidly, obviously having run all the way here.

Feng Liyan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said anxiously, "Your Highness, I just told Guard Zhou that you were in trouble, and Guard Zhou and Guard Deng rushed over immediately. We didn't catch up!"

Jiang Chen nodded, his gratitude overflowing with words.

He knew that Zhou Liangwei and the other man were worried about his safety, so they came to help without hesitation.

At this moment, the masked man holding the sword sneered, his voice low and hoarse: "Humph, no matter how many people come, the result will be the same."

His voice was like a cold winter wind, carrying a chilling murderous aura that made people shudder. His eyes swept over everyone, filled with contempt and confidence.

After saying that, he and the other masked man with a knife looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.

The two men raised their weapons at the same time, the sharp blades and knives flashing coldly in the sunlight, as if bloodthirsty beasts were about to launch a fatal blow.

Seeing this, Dianzhang shouted, "Protect His Highness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Liangwei and Deng Yunde had already drawn their swords and quickly blocked Jiang Chen. Their eyes were sharp, like unsheathed swords, emitting a compelling aura.

Xuanyuan Feiyan and Zuo Yongyu were not to be outdone and immediately stood in front of the formation. Although their martial arts skills were slightly inferior, they did not flinch in the face of a powerful enemy.

The two masked men snorted coldly, then flashed and charged at the crowd. Amidst the flashing of swords and shadows, the air seemed to vibrate with a humming sound. Battle erupted again in an instant, the temple filled with the resounding clash of weapons and the shouts of the people.

Dianzhang wielded his longsword, his strikes steady and fierce, each one aimed squarely at the opponent's vital points. A former expert in the Imperial Guard, he possessed extensive combat experience and profound inner strength. Facing the masked man's fierce assault, he remained composed and unflinching.

Zhou Liangwei's swordsmanship was powerful and vigorous, his blade moving like a rainbow. He and Dianzhang formed a horn-like formation, one on the left and one on the right, tightly encircling the masked man with the sword.

Deng Yunde, with his nimble figure, graceful swordsmanship, and unpredictable moves, joined forces with Xuanyuan Feiyan and Zuo Yongyu to deal with the masked man wielding a knife.

Although there is a slight difference in the martial arts skills of the three, they can barely resist with their tacit cooperation.

The air was filled with the tense atmosphere of battle, mixed with the smell of dust and sweat, which made people feel oppressive.

Jiang Chen stood aside, feeling anxious and worried, watching the battle silently and thinking about countermeasures.