Suddenly, a silver figure flashed out, holding a sword flower in his hand, and resisted the knife sent by Qinghan. With a hiss, the silver sword light flashed, and the sword wrapped around Qinghan like a snake.

The handle of the knife, followed by the left sleeve

With one sweep, dozens of hair-like silver needles shot out. Qinghan had no choice but to draw back the knife, and flew backwards, left and right, blocking the drizzle of hair. The man in silver swept him coldly.

At a glance, a line was drawn on the silver copper surface

A glimmer of ice-cold light, followed by a slash of the long sword, followed by a roar, the dust on the ground rolled up like a waterfall, and the wind and sand filled the sky, blurring everyone's sight. When the wind and sand dissipated, the man in silver had already joined the leaves.

Not even shocked

See you. Qinghan let out a sigh and looked around for traces of them, but they were no longer there. What a quick move, what a superb swordsmanship. The look in that man's eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere before, but he thought

Can't get up.

Huilan stared blankly at the man in silver who suddenly appeared, with a hint of doubt on his face. That swordsmanship and that figure were all deeply rooted in her mind. Is it really Chitong? Why did he want to save this person?

Woman? There is no reason, and the swordsmanship of the man just now seemed to be much better than that of Chitong, but the swordsmanship he used was clearly Chitong's "Drunk Concubine". For some reason, Hui Lan always felt that there was something wrong with it.

Something is wrong.

"Ah!" Xiao Die swayed, Liu Yun and Shui Lan each looked at Zhu Qinghan with horrified expressions as he rushed through the door. Xiao Qiao was carried in by him, covered in blood, and lay in Qing Han's arms.

He completely lost the vitality of the past. He nestled in Qinghan's arms with a pale face, and moved his right hand weakly.

It was drooping, like a dead person. "Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you, Xiao Qiao..." Xiaodie cried and ran forward, holding Xiao Qiao's hand, but felt that her hand was freezing cold, and her whole body

She was about to faint, but luckily Yang Wu, who came back from behind, held her up.

"Yang Wu, Yang Wu, tell me, tell me quickly... tell me quickly, what's wrong with Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with her, why is there so much blood on her body, is she, is she about to die, what's wrong with her hands,

Why is it so cold?" Xiaodie whimpered and looked at

Yang Wu couldn't speak clearly. "Young Mistress, she is fine. Don't get excited. Young Mistress, she will be fine!" Yang Wu patted her shoulder and persuaded her soothingly.
Chapter completed!