The long sword plowed a large gash in No. 12's face.

It made No. 12's already ugly face look even more ferocious.

"Put down your weapon immediately, or I will kill her!" No. 13 scolded in a cold voice.

"God of War, leave me alone!" Chuyue shouted towards Ximen Wushuang.

She just finished speaking.

Poof!

The katana penetrated her body.

Chu Yuemei's eyes widened and she looked at Ximen Wushuang.

"God of War, run away..."

Chuyue knew that Ximen Wushuang could not be the opponent of the three Martial Kings.

"Chu Yue!!!" Ximen Wushuang raised his head and roared, but she did not run away.

Killed directly towards No. 13.

However, just when her sword was about to hit No. 13, No. 11 finally took action.

Ximen Wushuang blocked the opponent's attack, feeling like a train was crashing towards her.

This No. 11 is actually also a Martial King.

Moreover, he is a yellow-level intermediate martial king.

Stronger than No. 12!

In fact, the Arabic numerals on their faces are their strength rankings.

The higher the number, the stronger the strength.

Facing the three Martial Kings, Ximen Wushuang can be said to have no chance of winning.

"God of War, let's go!" At this time, Chuyue, who was pierced by the samurai sword, actually hugged No. 13.

I want to give Ximen Wushuang a chance to escape.

Facing three people, Ximen Wushuang has no possibility of escaping, but for two people, there may be a chance!

"Baga!" Being hugged by Chu Yue, No. 13 was immediately furious.

He hit Chuyue hard on the back with the handle of the knife.

Every time, Chuyue would spit out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter completed!