Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

At three quarters past midnight, the sky was filled with darkness.

Soul-stirring roars came from afar, shaking the heads of countless civilians and soldiers within a five-mile radius to the point of bursting.

Ruan Chuyin covered her ears uncomfortably, her pupils dilated, and blood flowed from her nose.

Ji Zhiya was terrified and immediately smashed his palm through the broken window in the direction of the flute sound.

He continuously fed his beloved wife Qingxin Pills, which provided her with a lot of internal energy to block the sound attack.

Several figures burst out of the air and blatantly descended on all sides of the Zhenbei Palace in an encirclement. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The four powerful men of the Corpse Sect, the two ancestors of the Xuantian Sect and Wu Shuhong jumped out and stood facing the newcomers.

Xiang Yunchi leaped to the side of the little white rabbit to make room for Ji Zhiya.

Before they could catch their breath, the sonic attack resumed, the whistling even more violent than before.

A gray shadow crossed the void from far to near, and appeared in just two breaths. Countless black tiles were overturned wherever it passed, and the position of everyone in the Zhenbei Palace was seen clearly.

found it!

Under the ghost mask, Bai Heng's eyes were fixed on the shadow in a wing room to the east. His giant palm swept towards Ruan Chuyin like a whirlwind. Just as it was about to fall, a sharp sword energy pierced the sky and hit the terrifying force directly.

A thunderous sound fell between Ji Zhiya and Bai Heng, and the house below them instantly turned into ruins.

Ge Yinghan unleashed a powerful palm strike, knocking Ding Shengshui away, and immediately leaped towards his disciple. Suddenly, three figures descended before him and joined forces to unleash a devastating blow.

Wild laughter exploded in the air. The three silver-haired ghost-faced men drew their weapons and taunted, "Elder Ge, what's the hurry? It's been six months since we last met, but your sword is still sharp. I'm a humble man, but I'd like to learn a few more moves. Would Elder Ge be willing to grant me the honor?" The third elder, Du Zheng, smiled sinisterly and swung his whisk back, sending Wu Shuhong, who was about to launch a sneak attack, flying.

"And me! Has the Third Elder forgotten about me?" The Second Elder, Zhao Hong, glanced at the people in the south and north who were fighting with metal, then turned and smiled sinisterly at Ge Yinghan.

The fourth elder, He Congjian, slowly waved the iron fan in his hand, his eyes fixed on the old monster of the Corpse Sect, but his eyes fell on Wu Shuhong and the other two Corpse Sect elders not far away.

Xu Qingxiao and Meng Huali were hanging in the air and fighting all the way north, the battle was hard to resolve.

Ge Yinghan laughed loudly three times towards the sky in response to the three of them. The long aftertaste dissipated the half-whistling sound, relieving the pressure on Xiang Yunchi and Ruan Chuyin to varying degrees.

"You elders are too polite. I will accompany you."

As the voice fell, Shou Mei raised his eyebrows, and in a flash he was less than ten feet in front of the two men and struck them with several palms.

Du Zheng and Zhao Hong's faces tensed, they dodged left and right and resolutely joined forces to take on this overwhelming force.

When their palms met, they retreated several feet, steadying themselves only after their whisks were raised. Once their breaths had settled, they lightly touched the broken tiles with their feet and once again joined forces to pounce on Ge Yinghan.

To the east, Ji Zhiya was struggling. He wanted Xiang Yunchi to take his wife away first, but Bai Heng was watching him closely, leaving him no chance of a breakthrough.

"My friend, your swordsmanship is superb. I have never seen such skill before in my life. I wonder where your master is?" Bai Heng was a martial arts fanatic and immediately became greedy.

"Are you worthy?" Ji Zhiya suppressed the blood and energy that kept rising in his body, and drank a whole bottle of Qi-Restoring Pill. The true energy flowed into his dantian as if it was free. With a wave of his arm, the Fufeng Sword instantly burst into a thousand-foot-long starlight.

"Oh? Are you the Fufeng Sword Immortal Ji Zhiya?" Bai Heng recognized the sword.

It’s really strange. How could this kid have such an ancient magical weapon?

But his meteorite flute is not bad either, it is also an ancient artifact.

This trip was totally worth it! Killing intent suddenly rose in his heart, and he blew out a deadly melody.