Zhao Yan couldn't dodge, and with his left hand, he pushed the person in his arms backwards, and with a horizontal knife in his right hand blocked it. A "choke" sparks flew everywhere, and his body was immediately hit by a powerful force and flew straight backwards.

He was shocked. Since his childhood, his father, King Shunyi, was always worried about his safety and secretly recruited many masters to teach him kung fu. Later, any master who had taught him asserted that he was one of the most masters in the world, and few people could make good use of him.

Now, a young girl who was unknown to the point of being forced to such a embarrassing style, and the opponent's speed was so fast that he barely took it. He relied on his years of fighting experience and his instinctive reaction to danger. Even so, his internal organs were surging at this moment, and his internal organs were all out of position.

A sense of crisis that he had never experienced before made him burst into hair all over his body instantly, and he felt a warning in his heart.

These things are long, but in fact, it was just a flash of thought in Zhao Yan's mind. At this moment, the other side will stabilize and then fall.

The murderous intent of ubiquitousness still enveloped him. The other party let out a light "Huh" sound, as if he was surprised that he could avoid it. The murderous intent stopped because of this. He didn't care whether he had suffered internal injuries. He immediately pushed Luo Mingguang hard, and he took advantage of the momentum to jump away in the opposite direction, and at the same time, he faced the door again with a sword.

He could no longer protect her, so he might as well keep her away to avoid danger.

However, his sword had not yet fully returned to defense. The blue figure in front of him pulled the afterimage, and the cold light approached again with murderous intent.

The speed was extremely fast, but it seemed as if it had deliberately slowed down. Zhao Yan could almost see the girl's clear expression--the eyes were shining, full of excitement, just as the child was about to get a toy he had long wanted, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth.

The hair on the temples was pulled into a straight line and flew backwards. The weapons in the hand were clear and stern, and it was a sword.

The sword was raised high and slashed with a force of tremendous force that was as sad as a mountain, and it seemed to slow down thousands of times in front of him.

He could see the sliding trajectory of the sword, and even the airflow stirred by the sword's edge, but it was like a target locked by an arrow. He felt that he was afraid that he could not avoid this sword, and for the first time in his life he felt the feeling of death.

At that moment, there was no time to savor a little unwillingness and anger in my heart.

When he heard Mu Yun's shocked shout in his ears, Yu Guang saw his figure rushing towards him with his knife.

Despair, unwillingness, and the hatred of Lielie who had been deliberately suppressed over the years burst into pieces. He couldn't die! He still had such profound hatred that he had not yet repaid, how could he die like this?

The strong unwillingness caused him to burst out with unprecedented potential, and his knife passed it over at a speed that he could not believe...

"Feng Shisi Niang, stop!" The soft tone has always been slow, and the soft tone has become anxious. Every word flew out quickly like a string, sticking together, and the speed is so fast that it can even make people react for a moment to understand the meaning of this sentence.

With this sentence, he seemed to see the girl frowning, as if she was enduring some pain. He could clearly feel her severity of the slash.

Just this stagnation was enough for him to avoid the vital points. Then the horizontal sword in his hand was silently split into two, and the remaining sword was still strong, and it almost wiped his left arm through. The black cloth was cut off by the sword's edge, and it was like a huge butterfly in the air, flying a few times.

There was a pain on the arm, and then a warm liquid flowed down.

Then the waves faded away like murderous waves. The girl did not continue to attack, but looked back indifferently at Luo Mingguang who was pushed by Zhao Yan and had no time to get up.

Zhao Yan felt relieved, and a cold sweat burst out like slurry, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Mu Yun's face was as pale as a ghost. The general rushed to him and reached out to help him.

The girl had a rebellious eyes, and she frowned like a rebellious boy, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

This sound came from the exit, and a big tree four or five feet away behind Zhao Yan suddenly split into two halves and fell to both sides, making a "crack, crack" sound. In an instant, many branches broke and then fell to the ground.

Zhao Yan and Mu Yun looked back in shock at the same time, knowing in their hearts that it was caused by the remaining power of the sword just now. The power of the sword was so shocking, and Zhao Yan and Mu Yun exchanged a look of fear.

The two of them knew clearly that in front of such a girl who was almost ghostly in advance and retreat, they had no chance of escaping with their strength.

At this moment, Zhao Yan felt extremely regretful. How could he chased after him by a traitor, so that he would throw the lives of the three of them here.

The girl walked towards Luo Mingguang who was getting up with a sword. Zhao Yan was shocked. Although the little girl had some skills, she could not escape the other party's strange and mysterious skills! She ran over without thinking and shouted: "Don't touch her!"

Mu Yun ran over at the same time and shouted, "I have a good idea to come to me!"

The girl glanced at him with extreme contempt, and didn't even look at Mu Yun. Instead, she lowered her sword and walked towards Luo Mingguang, and asked again: "Who are you?"

Luo Mingguang felt very heartwarming about Zhao Yan and Mu Yun's behavior of protecting her. He temporarily suppressed this touch in his heart. He clapped the gray on his hand, held the book-shaped skirt with one hand and swayed at the girl: "Who am I, your master, didn't tell you?" He stamped his feet and said: "Why are you like this! He killed innocent people without saying a word! What kind of hatred does Brother Yan have with you? What kind of deep hatred does that child have with you?"

Mu Yun sighed in his heart, "Sister, your life, your brothers' lives are almost here to explain, why do you care about innocentness or not!"

Zhao Yan silently blocked Luo Mingguang's body, blocking the broken half-cut knife in front of him.

Mu Yun looked at him strangely again. Brother Yan's attitude towards the girl was very different from before! What happened to the two of them during his absence?

"Are you Yiren Aizang?"

Although the girl was questioning, the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch, and her long narrow eyes swept over the pressing skirt in her hand, with naked and unconcealed contempt in her eyes.

"Look at your dissatisfaction, why...ah! Brother Yan, you are injured!" Luo Mingguang was halfway through his speech, and suddenly saw the wound on Zhao Yan's arm and immediately changed the subject: "Does it hurt after so much blood have been shed? Why are you so cruel? Brother Yan has no grudges with you, and you will kill someone when you come up! And that child, what is the inconsistency of nature, and he cuts someone's head with one sword? Do you still have humanity..."

Luo Mingguang used a handkerchief to help Zhao Yan wipe the blood on his arm, and turned on the nagging mode, scolding and glaring at Feng Shisi Niang.
Chapter completed!