Zhong Yunzhao shouted angrily, "What a enchantress! You only know how to bully the younger generation. Shame on you! Look at the axe!" He pounced forward, and his axes danced into a ball of black light, hacking at He Xiufeng. She was not afraid at all. She was dressed in palace costume, and her sleeves were her weapons. She flew to protect herself and put her long sleeves on the axe. Each time she tilted the axe, she would not be able to cut her body. Zhong Yunzhao was on fire, and he roared with rage. The axe shadow was like a mountain, and its attack was more ferocious. He Xiufeng's sleeves fluttered and her body was floating, like a brimming courtyard, but it was not easy. The two yellow-clothed swordsmen were eager to help, but they were injured by He Xiufeng's palm. Their chests hurt
