Inside the palace.
More and more flames gushed out of the firebird's body, and within the fire cloud, the phantom of the fire phoenix let out a crisp cry.
Immediately, endless, bright-red flames rained down like a torrent. Attacking Lu Xuan and the others in the palace.
The handsome young man's sword peacock suddenly opened in his hands, dozens of sharp flying swords shot out in a fan formation. The endless sword intent is continuous, as perfect as a dripping stalactite, cutting all approaching flames into nothingness.
Behind the graceful woman, the chilly crescent moon slowly rotated, a frosty spiritual energy shield enveloped her, filled with cold, it isolated all oncoming fiery flames.
The ordinary-looking young man held a huge black sword in his hands. A mysterious black light rose from the sword, continuously devouring the falling red flames from the sky.