Snowflakes flew out of Bai Qingfeng's hand, frozen the impact diversion. Wang Shuyue spread the Qingyu fan and flew into the residential building, and moved the trapped people inside to the high slope in the distance.

Everyone raced against time, and monks among the people also joined in the rescue, but this was far from enough.

The water level is getting higher and higher, and the spiritual power wall is almost unable to hold on.

At this moment, the northern sky suddenly turned from black to white, bursting out with dazzling white light.

"The space crack is lost! The whole territory has entered a state of combat. All soldiers must protect the safety of ordinary people!"

A notice came from the communicator. Wang Shuyue and others who were evacuating the people suddenly felt a chill when they heard this.

"Heard the rescue team, we have no extra personnel to come to support us. Please be sure to seize the time and transfer the people as soon as possible!"

"yes!!!"

The harmony sounds were like a roar at the enemy, resounding throughout the city.

Ou Keqin flew over the city with a calm face and shouted loudly: "If you can save yourself, please save yourself. Don't occupy rescue resources. Victory is ahead. Yunrui Shangxian has already moved the mountain. It will be here soon. Everyone will persevere!"

Everyone nodded and supported silently.

But I didn't expect that the enemy had arrived quietly.

In the dark night, one of the ten major sects in Jiuzhou, a hundred foundation-building disciples of Yunhe Sect, came quietly over H City under the leadership of a disciple of the Qisha Sect.

Wang Shuyue was flying towards the high slope with five survivors. Suddenly, a long sword appeared in front of her and stabbed her in the face!

Looking at the child trembling with cold water beneath her, Wang Shuyue burst into anger with unprecedented anger!

His wrist shaking, five colors burst out, and the oncoming spirit sword fell to the ground. In the other party's astonished gaze, a shot was aimed at his eyebrows. Blood splashed, and the person fell like fallen leaves.

The child was crying loudly after being frightened. Wang Shuyue looked down and the young mother hurriedly carried the child into her arms and said tremblingly:

"Baby doesn't cry, baby is not afraid. It's the soldier aunt who is protecting the baby, baby is not afraid..."

Under the gentle comfort of the mother, the child gradually stopped crying.

The young mother relaxed and smiled, looked up at Wang Shuyue, her tears filled with trust and heartache.

After all, the girl in front of her looks a few years younger than her.

Wang Shuyue nodded at her, speeded up, and sent all the people behind her to the high slope, turned around and carried the fan to return to the city.

Unexpectedly, a little hand suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes. Wang Shuyue frowned and turned around. She was a child who had just been scared to tears by the gunshots. She was four or five years old and looked at her with big eyes and said politely:

"Auntie won't leave..."

The child's mother was right next to her. Unexpectedly, the child would do this. She reacted and hurriedly pulled the child's hand down. She looked at Wang Shuyue sorry, for fear that she would misunderstand, so she turned to ask the child:

"The baby is worried that the aunt is in danger, so he doesn't want her to go there, right?"

The baby nodded seriously and pointed ahead, "The water is big, I'm going to die, aunt won't leave."

Wang Shuyue didn't expect that such a young child would care about people. She curled her lips and smiled, and patted the child's head.

"It's okay, the aunt will protect herself. The baby is here and listen to the mother's words."

Under the child's blank gaze, he returned to the city.

At this time, a hundred Yunhe Sect disciples dressed in white robes had surrounded the people under the high spiritual wall, and the special forces members who were rescued had to give up the rescue and stop their actions.

Everyone knows that once the flood pours down, not only will H City be over, but the entire H Province and even the surrounding major provinces will fall into a vast ocean.

Therefore, we must stop these Yunhe Sect disciples!

"Wang Shuyue!" Ou Keqin shouted, and Wang Shuyue, who was not sure how to help, rushed towards him.

Two disciples of the sect appeared in the middle of the journey to stop him. Wang Shuyue was ruthless, holding a machine gun in her hand, stepping on the green feather fan under her feet, and killing her.

After all, he was just a foundation-building monk and could not resist such a violent fire. He fled in a panic. When Wang Shuyue saw the gap, he immediately came to the rear of the large army.

Ou Keqin ordered: "You are responsible for the assistance. Whether we fifty of us can last until the return of Yunrui Shangxian depends entirely on you!"

Wang Shuyue nodded, indicating that he understood that the magic tricks of hand-pinning was a great spiritual rain technique, and the empty dantian of the fifty special forces team members instantly filled half of them.

After a few more large-scale recovery techniques, the special forces team members were bleeding on the spot, stepped on the aircraft, and held heavy machine guns in their hands, and started to fight with the disciples of Yunhe Sect.

The firewall composed of twenty people was fierce. The disciples of Yunhe Sect had never experienced this attack method and were quickly disbanded.

One hundred people scattered five groups, attacking from four directions, southeast, west and northeast respectively. The last group actually killed the trapped ordinary people.

A sweep of the spirit sword can take away several living lives.

The already turbid water fluttered red, reflecting the eyes of the special forces members.

"stop!"

Ou Keqin stopped angrily, but the other party didn't even give him a look. He stabbed him with a sword and instantly took away the life of a trapped old man.

Not only that, they also flew towards the high slopes in the distance.

The disciples of the Qikill Sect came from the air with an arrogant sneer, "I heard that you monks can do whatever you want for ordinary mortals. Today we will test the truth and the false!"

"A disciple of Yunhe Sect obeys the order! No one of the mortals present will be left behind! To comfort the two elders' spirits in heaven!"

Twenty white-clothed disciples looked at the unarmed mortals beneath them, frowned slightly and looked hesitant.

There are tens of thousands of mortals here, and they are all killed. Have some of them been killed?

Their target should be those monks holding heavy machine guns. If killing a few mortals can lead them to scatter, then killing a few is enough, right?

Seeing that they were hesitant, the disciples of the Seven Killing Sect narrowed their eyes and rushed forward with their swords. The monks faced an ordinary person without any effort, and took the lives of three survivors with one sword.

"Son of a bitch!!!"

Wang Yu killed the white-clothed disciple in front of him with a knife. The young man was full of anger and left the team and flew towards the high slope.

"Wang Yu, I order you to come back!" Ou Keqin roared.

However, unexpectedly, twenty white-clothed disciples rushed up and the chaotic sword pierced Wang Yu's body directly.

"No!"

Mo Xiaoyan couldn't help but scream, but her voice could not stop the sharp swords.

Wang Yu opened his eyes wide, shook the sword on his body with his last breath, and fell from the air without any power.

Bai Qingfeng threw out the ice shield, caught his body, and hurriedly brought it back to the rear of the team.

"Wang Shuyue, catch it!"
Chapter completed!