The final battle (1)

Xia Ling and the others rolled their eyes. This bastard, how could he still be in the mood to make such a dirty joke at a time like this?

"Hubby, you'd better think about how we're going to deal with this tonight.

Right now, our great Xia Manor also has a few hundred people. In terms of numbers, we might not be able to match up to the enemy, but our people aren't weak. We can fight them, and our chances of victory aren't small."

Xia Ling said sternly.

"You don't have to participate in the battle tonight." "I'm going to use the enemy's blood and soul to nourish my sword," Long Chen said.

Nurturing swords?

The crowd was stunned again.

"How could you do this? We don't need you to fight alone, we can help you."

Zhao Churan hurriedly spoke.

"I really don't need it." Long Chen smiled. the enemy is too weak for you to fight. If I can't defeat him, it won't be too late for you to help me, right? "

"This bi an ..."

Xia Ling hesitated.