Iron Cross Fire

Grief and sadness continued to invade Nalan Wushuang, tears welled up like a spring, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

Nalan Wushuang had been willful and capricious since she was a child, and had been punished by her grandfather many times, but she knew in her heart that her grandfather loved her very much. Every time she got into trouble, although her grandfather looked fierce on the surface, he had secretly helped to clean up the mess.

In the previous trip to the Rakshasa tribe, Nalan Wushuang gained a lot and matured a lot. This time when she came back, she wanted to help her grandfather share some of the family's pressure and then be filial to him.

But she never expected that before she could offer her filial piety, her grandfather was gone.

Swish!

In grief, Nalan Wushuang suddenly raised his head and locked onto Prince Aotian in mid-air, his tone as cold as ice: "You killed my grandfather, I will kill you..."

"Kill me?"

Prince Aotian chuckled, his eyes full of contempt: "A fish caught in the net dares to speak so arrogantly, not to mention whether you have the strength to kill me, even if you do, I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity today, your Nalan family colluded with the demon clan, and you can't escape death."

As he said, Prince Aotian glanced at Nalan Hongzheng's body lightly: "This is the fate of colluding with the demon clan, your grandfather is like this, and so are your clansmen. But you don't need to be sad, because you will be able to go down and reunite with your grandfather soon."

After the last word fell, many Wudang disciples below shouted.

"Your Nalan family colluded with the demon clan, which is evil and heretic, and it is not a pity to die."

"Yes, it is not a pity to die!"

For a time, masters from various sects also echoed.

"Nalan girl, be sensible and quickly persuade your people to surrender. As long as you surrender, we will let you live. Otherwise, we will kill you without mercy."

"Yes, surrender quickly."

"You only have one chance, make a decision quickly, we don't have time to waste with you."

The shouts of the masters of the middle gate continued to come, and Nalan Wushuang's delicate body trembled slightly, and she laughed in anger.

"You murderers."

In the sneer, Nalan Wushuang's eyes were filled with tears of grief and anger: "You slaughtered my people without knowing right or wrong, and now you want me to surrender?"

"I will not surrender. The Nalan family only wants ghosts who died in battle, not those who surrender."

"And..."

At this point, Nalan Wushuang's eyes flashed with endless hatred: "All of you present, none of you can escape, I will use your blood to commemorate the dead souls of my Nalan family. You all, die!!!"

The last sentence, Nalan Wushuang almost screamed out, the voice was shrill, and everyone present couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

Hehe...

Seeing this situation, Prince Aotian in mid-air smiled calmly, then looked around the audience: "Everyone, since this girl is stubborn, don't hesitate, eliminate the devil and defend the way, cut the grass and root it out."

After the last word fell, Prince Aotian gently landed on the eaves of the hall, sat cross-legged, and began to recover his strength.

Although Nalan Wushuang brought the cavalry of the Rakshasa clan, Prince Aotian didn't take it seriously at all. After all, the major sects firmly believed that the Nalan family was colluding with the demon clan. If the Rakshasa cavalry really wanted to intervene, the people of each sect would naturally deal with it, and it would not be his turn to take action.

Hearing this, the masters of various sects were too lazy to talk nonsense, and shouted one by one.

"Yes, eliminate the devil and defend the way, cut the grass and root it out."

"That's right, there is no need to waste words to deal with this kind of evil demon and defender!"

"Kill, don't spare a single one."

The masters of various sects shouted and rushed towards Nalan Wushuang.

"You all deserve to die!"

Looking at the masters of the sect rushing over, Nalan Wushuang's delicate face was not panicked at all, his eyes flashed with strong hatred, and a sentence kept echoing in his mind.

They killed my grandfather and destroyed the Nalan family. They must be killed, killed.

Buzz!

Driven by hatred, Nalan Wushuang's internal force burst out, and with a wave of his jade hand, a long sword appeared in his hand. Then he went forward and fought fiercely with the masters of the middle sect who rushed over.

"Kill!"

At the same time, the remaining more than 100 disciples of the Nalan family also let out a howl and rushed into the battlefield again.

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