Ye Zhenyan fished out a mirror all of a sudden. The blood on his hand covered the mirror, and it quickly moved toward Lu Mingshu.
He didn't even care about the injury Ying caused. He just focused everything on tackling Lu Mingshu.
Clack! Their swords met.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhenyan abruptly pulled out from his scabbard. He held the blade and went for Lu Mingshu's chest!
Ying gasped.
It was at such close proximity, and he went for her chest. Did Ye Zhenyan want her dead?!
Just at this time, Ye Mingguang suddenly stopped his attack and pounced at Ye Zhenyan.
"Third Brother, no!"
For him to go after Lu Mingshu, Ye Zhenyan gave up everything else, and this pounce from Ye Mingguang made him lose his balance.
"You—!" The brothers were in a mess, and both of them fell just like that.
Plop!
There were only four left now, and they were all dumbfounded.