Chapitre 1944: 803, go to death with great generosity, a promise is worth a thousand gold pieces

"Canaan Tribe," Han Muye murmured softly.

"Don't worry, we'll escort you to the Zhenyue Guard camp," Lu Zizheng, thinking Han Muye was nervous and afraid, spoke out loudly.

A splendid light emanated from the long saber in his hand, and he took a step forward.

"Zi Ming, Yu Sheng, follow me to fend off the enemy, and the rest of you, escort the blacksmith away!"

Two of the Lu family descendants following him stepped forward without hesitation, thrusting their long spears.

Where saber light and spear glow met, they merged into an Azure Dragon, roaring to meet the winged figures charging at them.

The other Lu family descendants covered the flying vessel with spiritual light and ascended into the sky.

Unfortunately, the flying vessel had been damaged and was moving much slower than before; several people from the Canaan Tribe bypassed Lu Zizheng and his group, charging towards the flying vessel.

"Block the enemy!"