She was shocked and angry. She didn't expect that she had been hunting eagles all day long, but today she was pecked in the eye by an eagle.

At the same time, she also remembered the plan she had proposed to Temujin.

"Whoosh!"

Before Temu Wuyue could finish shouting to protect him, Lord Yongshun ejected from the sofa.

He pounced on Mark and Fan like a blood-sucking insect.

Soon, he arrived in front of Ye Fan and Temu Wuyue, and without saying a word, he kicked out two bamboo pole-like calves.

They all kicked towards the vital parts of Ye Fan and Temu Wuyue.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Temu Wuyue threw Ye Fan to the side and gathered all his strength to punch the opponent head-on.

One big and one thin, fists and feet striking each other in mid-air.

Temu Wuyue gritted his teeth and clashed with Lord Yongshun twelve times.

Although he neutralized the opponent's fierce offensive, his efforts continued to boil with each encounter.

The last hard impact made Tiemuzhen's mouth filled with blood.

She felt a little aggrieved. Normally, she would have crushed the other person to death with one hand.

But now he is exhausted and unable to withstand the series of bombardments from the enemy who are recharging their energy.

Just when she retreated subconsciously, Lord Yongshun turned his hands.

" Ding!"

A fruit knife penetrated directly through Tie Mu Wuyue's shoulder, and exited through the back with blood.

Temu Wuyue tried his best to retreat, not letting the fruit knife stay in his body, otherwise it would be split in half.

Despite this, she was still staggering and could not support herself, and blood was already flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"die!"

Lord Yongshun bounced on the ground and stabbed Temu Wuyue directly in the throat.

Seeing that it was difficult for Tie Mu Wuyue to resist, Ye Fan gritted his teeth and knelt down, then hit his left arm with his right hand.

Boom, he concentrated all his strength on his left arm instantly.

Then he lifted it up suddenly.

Whoosh!

A ray of white light flashed.

With a sharp sound, Lord Yongshun's body trembled and all movements stopped.

The knife in his hand also stood still three inches away from Temu Wuyue.

There was a bloody hole in his head.

Bleeding wantonly.

Then he fell heavily to the ground with a plop, staring at Ye Fan with his eyes wide open.

He seemed to have never thought that Ye Fan, who was at the end of his strength, could still kill himself.

"thump!"

Ye Fan also emptied his whole body like a snakeskin bag and fell limply to the ground.

Not only did he have no strength, he was overdrawn and his whole body became cold.

"Ye A Niu, Ye A Niu, what's wrong with you?"

Temu Wuyue rushed to Ye Fan and hugged him: "How is your injury?"

"I can handle it!"

Ye Fan squeezed out a sentence: "Is this Lord Yongshun fake? Princess Zile wants to harm us?"

"No, it should have nothing to do with Princess Zile!"

Temu Wuyue shook his head desperately:
Chapter completed!