Chapter 4391: Battle (Part 2)

There is the Feilong Army in the sky, and the coalition forces of the Chen Family and the Black Dragon Clan on the ground. There is no chance of winning this battle. Xiao Huaili is not in the Xiao Clan at the critical moment, and he does not know where he is at this moment.

"Old lady, you must not be merciful. If you want to do this, you must eradicate the roots and completely destroy the Xiao clan. You must not leave them a chance to breathe."

"Yes, old lady, Wang Yuntian is right, we can't cause trouble for ourselves."

The head of the Chen family agreed with what Wang Yuntian said. At this point, there was no reason to be merciful. Only by killing everyone in the Xiao clan could he ensure that he would not be retaliated by the Xiao clan in the future.

Wang Yuntian was afraid. The Wang family had seen the terrifying strength of the Xiao family before. If a few monsters were left behind, the three major families would be in trouble.

Hearing the conversation between these people, Xiao Qian laughed. It was indeed a mockery for a lifetime of fame to end up like this.

"Thank you for your kindness. It's just that we in the Xiao clan have never been greedy for life and afraid of death. No matter what means you use, I, Xiao Qian, can still withstand this old bone!"

The old lady couldn't bear it, but she was not the one who had the final say in the three-party alliance, so she had no choice but to nod and acquiesce in the next action.

The Feilong Army attacked again, spitting out hot flames from their mouths, instantly turning their eyes into a sea of ​​fire. Faced with such a desperate situation, no one in the Xiao clan flinched, showing their bravery.

"Everyone from the Xiao clan! Fight!"

Xiao Qian let out a loud roar, and even though he was seriously injured, he tried his best to kill the invading enemy.

In the end, hundreds of young masters of the Xiao clan died in the battle, and the Xiao clan's land flowed with blood and lives were devastated, becoming like a hell on earth.

This battle can only be described as tragic. The three major families originally wanted to resolve the battle quickly. With their superior strength, this should not be a problem.

However, the Xiao clan persisted for such a long time, and Xiao Qian fought to the end. The old lady slowly closed her eyes, unable to bear to watch this scene.

One of Xiao Qian's legs was cut off, and he used the red flame sword in his hand to connect it to the broken position. The people of the Xiao clan would rather die than surrender, and he could do it even if he said it.

"Surrender!"

"impossible!"

"Then I will personally send you on your way!"

Wang Yuntian looked proud at this moment. The great revenge was finally avenged, and he could also comfort the ancestors of the Wang family.

Xiao Qian had already prepared to die, but at this moment, a thick and old voice came from the deep mountains.

"An ants dare to break into our Xiao clan and seek death!"

Wang Yuntian was holding a heavy sword. The moment the heavy sword was about to be chopped down, he pointed out from deep in the mountain.

This finger showed terrifying coercion, and Wang Yuntian's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly chose to defend, but he was still a step too late, and this finger pointed at the epee.

A heavy sword broke directly, and other weak people present were knocked unconscious by the momentum, and their lives and deaths were unknown at this moment.

Three white-haired old men appeared behind Xiao Qian. Seeing these three old men, Xiao Qian felt excited. This time, the Xiao clan was saved.

"The incompetent junior Xiao Qian, pays homage to the three ancestors!"

He is already an old man. Facing these three people, Xiao Qian can barely be regarded as a junior.

An old antique from the Xiao clan that has been in seclusion in the mountains for decades or even hundreds of years has appeared. In such a critical moment, it is related to the survival of the Xiao clan. How can we just sit idly by and ignore it.