"Uncle!"
Seeing this, the young man, Lu Ming, by the side, changed his complexion and quickly rushed forward to support the injured middle-aged man, whose abdomen continuously spilled blood that couldn't be stopped. His breath was extremely weak, but his eyes remained fixed on Ye Luo.
At this moment, ten swords were only a few centimeters away from Ye Luo, seemingly able to thoroughly extinguish his life at the blink of an eye, yet Ye Luo made no attempt to dodge, as if he had accepted his fate.
For a moment, both Sword Sect masters revealed a trace of a cold smile, while the eyes of the masked middle-aged man flickered with unwillingness.
But the next second, Ye Luo's figure abruptly vanished from the spot, causing everyone to be taken aback.
"Ding ding ding…"
A series of crisp metallic collision sounds abruptly rang out, as Ye Luo's figure weaved through the ten longswords, his hands wielding the Lingyun Sword and clashing with those ten longswords.