"Wushuang, be careful, these people seem very strange, it's like they can't speak." Chen Tianlong knew that in Shaolin Temple, these people shouldn't kill the innocent indiscriminately but attack only if they see them injured.
Lin Wushuang nodded, but what Chen Tianlong knew was that just as his voice fell, a sword appeared out of nowhere from behind them. The sword was in its scabbard, looking ancient and blunt, but when they drew it out, the snow-white blade flashed a chilling gleam, sending shivers down one's spine.
Seeing this scene, Chen Tianlong took a sharp breath and then said, "Wushuang, in a moment, while they're attacking, I'll fight a bloody path for you. Once you're out, hide by the cave wall. Without a weapon in your hand, you'll be at a disadvantage fighting them."
"Chen Tianlong, I don't want to, I want to fight alongside you."
