Chapter 2020 (1/2)

Inside the hall.

A woman in her thirties, her skin is like frost, her facial features are delicate, her peach eyes are pure and lustful, and her thin gauze clothes can't stop her beautiful figure.

At this time, her lips were slightly closed, and her hands and clothes were mottled with blood. It was obvious that she had just gone through a big war.

Your highness, several young women with the same outstanding appearance and the best figure are sitting on the bench tired. Their pretty faces are covered with dirt, their hair is fluffy, and their clothes are covered with blood.

This is the Baguio palace, and the top is the princess ningyue of the Baguio palace.

After two days of hard struggle, the front hall and gate of the Baguio palace have become ruins. Nearly a thousand disciples of the Baguio palace have been killed and injured. Now there are only more than 200 disciples guarding the last main hall.

The setting moon is clear. When the sun rises tomorrow, it will be the time for the destruction of Baguio palace.

Today's all, but just stubborn resistance.

However, she does not have any regrets. As a neutral camp, Baguio palace has never been involved in the power struggle of the eight world, but is dedicated to helping the vulnerable women in the eight world.

This is a school with women as the main body, from the leader to the servant, all are women.

Originally, the Baguio palace got along well with the surrounding sects. But a few days ago, Wang Jianzhi set up Yaoshen Pavilion. Fuye in Qinglong city led Tianding mountain to join the temple. For the hegemony of Yaoshen Pavilion and the expansion of Tianding mountain's power, Tianding mountain launched a sweeping attack on the surrounding sects with the help of several Yaoshen Pavilion experts.

Baguio palace and most of the sects were forced to fight, and they didn't try to make peace. After all, as neutral sects, they didn't want to get involved in any disputes.

But the conditions of Tianding mountain make it hard for ningyue to say. They don't want the influence of Baguio Palace at all, but slander their bodies.

Fighting for dignity is the only belief in everyone's heart.

Almost at this time, there was a sudden clamor outside. Ning Yue, with her sword and armrest, was about to walk out of the hall.

Could it be that those people of Tianding mountain launched a surprise attack in the dark?!

At this time, several young female disciples also strengthened their spirits and stood up.

At this time, a female disciple ran in in a hurry.

”Report to the palace master!”

The visitor knelt on the ground, apparently in shock.

”What's going on out there? The people of Tianding mountain attack again? ” The moon is freezing.

”Just now, there was a silver dragon circling outside. There was a child sitting on the silver dragon, but it didn't seem to be from Tianding mountain.” With that, the disciple presented a folded silver cloth.

Ning Yue opened the silver cloth and frowned strangely: ”what's this?”

If Bai Xiaosheng knew that he was regarded as a child because of his short stature, he didn't know what to think.

”The child on the Silver Dragon said that as long as we are willing to raise the silver cloth tomorrow, someone will come to save us.” The disciple said.

As soon as the silver cloth is opened, it is a flag, which is just a simple hat logo.

At this time, several disciples came together, and each one was more beautiful.

”Master, what does that mean?”

”Why should we fly this flag?”

”Is it a new school?”

A group of female disciples said their conjectures one after another. Although Ning Yue didn't speak, she kept searching her memory in her mind, trying to find out which school was this kind of pattern.

Unfortunately, Ning Yue didn't think of it.