I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 301 The Tragedy of Ancestor Zixia

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Seeing this, Yun Feiyang also joined the battle.

His movements were as swift as the wind, and his attacks were as fast as lightning, making him impossible to defend against.

Despite being attacked by the two, the Purple Cloud Ancestor remained calm and composed, her entire body radiating a purple aura.

When "Ethereal Purple Clouds" is activated to its fullest potential, both the palm techniques and body movements appear unhurried and effortless.

Leng Wanqing stood quietly to the side, her icy true energy condensing into ice swords that floated in the air.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, the ice sword shot towards Ancestor Zixia like a meteor.

Zixia Patriarch dodged the attack of the ice sword with a flash.

He secretly marveled at Leng Wanqing's unfathomable martial arts skills; the speed and power of this ice sword were beyond his imagination.

At this moment, although the Purple Cloud Ancestor was fighting against three opponents, she relied on frantically squeezing out all the internal energy in her body.

For a time, they remained undefeated.

The various palm techniques and movement skills of the Zixia Taoist sect were displayed to their fullest extent in the battle, leaving everyone in awe.

Seeing this, Ye Ming was secretly furious.

Ru Mo's figure flashed, launching an even fiercer attack on Ancestor Zixia.

Yun Feiyang was not to be outdone; his movements became even more agile, and his attacks were even faster than lightning.

He tried to find the flaws in the Purple Cloud Ancestor's defenses, but the latter seemed like an insurmountable mountain that he could not overcome.

Leng Wanqing continued to manipulate the Frost True Qi. With a flick of her fingers, ice swords shot towards the Purple Cloud Ancestor like a rainstorm.

"Auspicious purple clouds are coming from the east!"

With a loud shout, the Purple Cloud Ancestor unleashed both palms, sending a surge of powerful purple energy sweeping towards the two of them.

The purple aura seemed to possess a spirit, swirling around the two of them and attempting to restrict their movements.

Yun Feiyang sneered and dodged the attack of the purple energy in a flash.

With a swing of his long cloud sword, a sword aura slashed towards the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

This sword energy was incredibly sharp, as if it could cleave through all obstacles.

At the same time, Leng Wanqing also launched an attack.

With a flick of her slender hand, several crescent-shaped sword energies slashed towards the waist of the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

With a flash, the Purple Cloud Ancestor transformed into purple energy, skillfully dodging the two's attacks.

Her ethereal figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost.

Each strike was accompanied by a purple glow, as if it could devour everything.

"Impressive skills!"

Yun Feiyang exclaimed in admiration.

His figure darted around the Purple Cloud Ancestor like the wind, trying to find a weakness in his opponent.

Leng Wanqing launched her attack without saying a word. The countless ice swords in her hands became increasingly sharp, as if they wanted to cut everything in half.

But the Purple Cloud Ancestor stood there steadily, like an insurmountable mountain, skillfully deflecting each of their attacks.

The battle has entered a fierce stage.

The figures of the group crisscrossed in the moonlight, each collision producing a deafening sound.

"The sky is ablaze with purple clouds!"

Suddenly, the Purple Cloud Ancestor shouted and unleashed both palms, sending a surge of powerful purple energy sweeping out in all directions once more.

This purple aura surged and roared as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing's expressions changed upon sensing this powerful aura.

They flashed backward, trying to dodge the attack of the purple aura.

However, this purple aura seemed to possess a spirit, relentlessly pursuing the two and preventing them from escaping.

"Crane Dance in the Clouds!"

Yun Feiyang suddenly shouted and his figure tumbled through the air like the wind as he attacked Zixia Ancestor.

His swordsmanship was as agile as the wind and as fast as lightning, like a crane soaring through the air as it rushed towards the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

At the same time, Leng Wanqing also launched a fatal attack.

She flashed and appeared behind the Purple Cloud Ancestor like a ghost, her slender sword piercing straight into his back.

This sword strike was both fast and ruthless, making it impossible to defend against.

However, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, she dodged the fatal blow with a flash.

With a backhand strike, a surge of powerful purple energy swept towards Leng Wanqing.

Leng Wanqing's expression changed upon sensing this powerful aura, but she remained calm.

She spun around, skillfully dodging the attack of the purple aura, and at the same time thrust her sword at the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

The battle between the group intensified, with each exchange seemingly aimed at killing the other.

Their figures intertwined in the moonlight, their sword energy crisscrossing as if they were about to tear the entire world apart.

As time went on, the battle intensified.

Although the Purple Cloud Ancestor was incredibly brave, she gradually showed signs of fatigue under the combined attack of the three.

Although his palm techniques and body movements were still exquisite, his speed had clearly slowed down.

Just then, Yun Feiyang flashed away, easily dodging an attack from Zixia Ancestor, and slapped Zixia Ancestor with his palm.

Suddenly, the Purple Cloud Ancestor felt a powerful aura coming from behind.

Looking back, he saw a sinister-looking old man staring coldly at him.

The old man was dressed in gray and held a long sword in his hand, the tip of which gleamed with a cold light.

"The Old Man of Poison Shadow!"

The Purple Cloud Ancestor recognized the attacker and was startled.

The Poison Shadow Elder is the master of the infamous assassin group Youxinzhai, renowned for his use of poison and hidden weapons.

His appearance undoubtedly made the battle even more dangerous.

"Hahahaha! You old hag Zixia, tonight is your death night!"

The old man with the poisonous shadow chuckled sinisterly, and with a swift movement, he attacked the old ancestor of the purple clouds.

Zixia Patriarch cursed inwardly, "Damn it!" and dodged the attack from the Poison Shadow Elder with a flash.

Tonight's battle has exceeded his expectations.

Unexpectedly, this has attracted so many old friends and enemies.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the Purple Cloud Ancestor was already feeling exhausted.

He was, after all, quite old, and much older than Ye Ming.

However, the opponents were mostly highly skilled players in good form.

"what!"

The Purple Cloud Ancestor cried out in surprise and dodged quickly, but her clothes were still torn by the sword energy.

A trickle of blood seeped out, staining his clothes red.

"Old Man Poison Shadow, you despicable scoundrel!"

"Zixia Patriarch cursed angrily, a hint of anger and resentment flashing across her face."

"You old man Zixia, you will not escape death tonight!"

The old man with the poisonous shadow just smiled sinisterly.

Upon hearing this, Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing stopped their attacks and stared coldly at Ancestor Zixia.

The patriarch of the Ye family stood aside, expressionless, as if all of this was within his expectations.

As the Purple Cloud Ancestor looked around, a sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

He spent his life fighting in the martial world, but in the end, he met such an end.

Of course, he did not give up, but gripped his longsword tightly, preparing for a final, desperate fight.

"You traitors, you want to take my life? Let's see if you have the ability!"

With a roar, the Purple Cloud Ancestor charged toward the enemy like the wind.

The appearance of the Old Man of Poison Shadow completely shattered the balance of the battlefield.

As an assassin, his swordsmanship was unpredictable and ruthless, and every move he made was aimed directly at the vital points of the Purple Cloud Ancestor.

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