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"Yes." Yuan Sichen took the order, jumped out of the carriage again, and rushed towards Bai Yulang quickly, drawing out the long sword at his waist on the way.

Bai Yulang's eyes also darkened, and he put the hair tie aside in his hand, it was like a different person in an instant, his face was terribly cold.

He confronted Yuan Sichen who was holding a sword with his bare hands, but he didn't panic at all. He saw a beautiful roundabout kick, forcing Yuan Sichen to retreat.

Even with the long sword in hand, Yuan Sichen couldn't use it. Every move was seen through by Bai Yulang in advance, and he was completely suppressed to death.

Bai Yulang kicked the long sword in Yuan Sichen's hand away with a volley kick, and then jumped to catch Yuan Sichen's sword.

Then he immediately hit Yuan Sichen's heart with the beautiful sword flower. If another companion, Song Hengchuan, hadn't come to pull Yuan Sichen away, Yuan Sichen might have become the ghost of his own sword by now.

Song Hengchuan raised his sword and went to fight Bai Yulang, the weapons collided with each other and made a piercing sound.

Yuan Sichen stood aside and frowned and looked at Bai Yulang. Why is this person's martial arts moves so familiar, especially his sharp leg skills? In his memory, there is only one person who is so powerful, but that person has long been...

After dozens of moves, Song Hengchuan was obviously not Bai Yulang's opponent, so he shouted, "Yuan Sichen, why are you still standing there?"

After Yuan Sichen watched it for a long time, he felt more and more that Bai Yulang's martial arts moves were very similar to that person.

After he came back to his senses, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and shouted at Bai Yulang, "Xiao Shilang!"

Bai Yulang froze.

It was also this moment of stagnation that made Yuan Sichen affirm that the person in front of him was the "dead" Xiao Shilang.

"You're not dead!" Yuan Sichen's tone was a little agitated, and the emotions in his eyes were somewhat unclear.

Bai Yulang frowned, and sneered: "I'm not dead, are you disappointed? Are you already thinking about how to hurt me again?!"

Yuan Sichen was about to say something, but turned to look at the carriage and fell silent.

Song Hengchuan, however, was as excited as if he had discovered some new continent: "Good guy, one or two are alive, I will take care of you first for the master! Yuan Sichen, let's go together."

With that said, he made the first move.

After Yuan Sichen stared at Bai Yulang, he also rushed up.

At this time, the person in the carriage came out. He was dressed in purple satin and matched with the jet-black natural curly hair, which was extraordinarily aloof and noble, but the gloomy eyes made people feel chills down their spines, and they dared not look directly at them.

The corner of his mouth twitched lightly: "Xiao Shilang, heh..."

When Bai Yulang saw Xiao Shixun coming out of the carriage, his eyes were bloodshot with hatred, and his attacks became more ferocious. Even Yuan Sichen and Song Hengchuan couldn't subdue him.

"Xiao Shixun, I want you to die!" Bai Yulang broke through the siege of Yuan Sichen and Song Hengchuan, and rushed towards Xiao Shixun.

But Xiao Shixun didn't intend to make a move at all, he just took out the token engraved with the word "Jing" in a leisurely manner, raised his hand and stroked it gently.

When Bai Yulang slashed down with his sword, he heard Xiao Shixun say coldly: "I die, Xiao Shijing dies."

Immediately, Bai Yulang's long sword stopped in front of Xiao Shixun's face, and his handsome eyebrows were deeply furrowed: "What do you mean!"

Xiao Shixun laughed meaningfully, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of Bai Yulang who laughed.

"I knew Xiao Shijing wasn't dead because I was still alive. If he died, I would die too, understand?" Xiao Shixun's long and narrow phoenix eyes still held that scalp-numbing smile.