The coldest Yue Jie killed even more quickly. Within the group of Changfeng Hall disciples, they quickly moved about, almost one sword at a time. In a moment, more than a dozen Changfeng Hall disciples had already fallen. When they saw the bloodstains on the blade, Yue Jie expression was still as cold and indifferent as ever. There was no trace of warmth in his heart. There was only one thought in his heart. It was to kill all the members of the Devil Sect. His actions were not vague, but incomparably sharp. Many bloodstains were splashed onto Yue Jie pale green clothes.
Yue Lian and Yue Lin didn' t know martial arts. At this moment, they only chose a corner and hugged each other, shivering. They hoped that they wouldn' t let others find them. Sometimes, when they saw someone with a blood
