"Ye Chenfeng, don't get cocky!" Li Yang wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly got up from the ground.
"Oh?" Ye Chenfeng's eyes lit up, "Are you finally going to use your big move?"
"Miss Ouyang, what are you waiting for? With Ye Chenfeng here, we won't get anything!" Li Yang suddenly bellowed, gesturing with one hand, and Cheng Huanjie's Bronze Ancient Sword was already in his grip.
"Sorry, little boyfriend!" Ouyang Qingcheng apologized and violently snatched the Tang sword from Bai Jie's hands.
Immediately after, Ouyang Qingcheng and Li Yang exchanged a glance and transformed into ghost-like figures, striking at Ye Chenfeng like lightning.
"Hiss hiss!"
Two streaks of lightning-fast white light, like silver serpents dancing, brought with them a swath of biting coldness, descending like a blanket over everything!
One to the left, one to the right, the shadow of death completely enveloped Ye Chenfeng.
