Yan Yurou's consumption was too great. She could feel the rapid passing of spiritual power. She squeezed her heart. She hoped to hold on for a little longer and hold on for a little longer. Nangong Yue and the others would have more chances of successfully escaping.

She roared again and blasted out a shell, then fell from the air. Her heart had broken many times. It would only be stubbornly beaten once after several breaths. She could not continue flying in the air, like a bird with wings broken in the air. She suddenly laughed and murmured in the air, "It's great to meet you."

A black shadow appeared above her head, the fairy king, which fell rapidly from the sky, approaching Yan Yurou like a cannonball. Yan Yurou seemed to have felt the cold light of the sword.

"I really... I'm reluctant to die." At this moment, Yan Yurou thought a lot, including Yan Linglong, Yan Rufeng, and Nangong Yue.

She suddenly met Yan Linglong told her many stories. In the story, when the princess was in danger, there would always be a prince who would fall from the sky, save the princess, and live a happy life from then on.

But she is not a princess. She is just a doll, a doll sent to protect important people. She will not wait for any prince. No one will take risks for a doll. When she is abandoned, no one will be sad for a doll. They will not come back. She is just a tool.

"Boom!" There was no expected pain, only the loud explosion sounded in her ears. She opened her eyes and saw Nangong Yue's unsatisfactory face, which could be said to be her usual side face.

"This wing." Yan Yurou pointed to the black and white wings growing behind Nangong Yue and asked in surprise. She had never seen such a pair of wings. The left side was as dark as ink and the right side was flawless. Many powerful talents were indeed different from ordinary people, but most of them were just different colored pupils. Only the top bloodline could cause such a big change to the body.

"I won't let you die. You also said that you want to prove that I am not a copy of whom." Nangong Yue handed Yan Yurou to Yan Linglong and confronted the Elf King in the air.

The Fairy King climbed up from the big pit on the ground. Most of the armor he wore was broken and torn to pieces by him. Most of the four wings were broken, leaving only a complete wing.

The Fairy King's spear flew back to its hand automatically, and the spear was thrown out, and the sword was swung out. It followed the spear and rushed up.

The spear was pressing against Nangong Yue with the wind. The long sword emitted a golden light. The eight golden shackles were stacked layer by layer, blocking this sure-fire blow for Nangong Yue. The long sword in Nangong Yue's hand was intertwined with the sword of the Fairy King. This time neither side was shaken open. The long sword shattered the sword's blade inch by inch!

The Fairy King abandoned the sword and retreated. Nangong Yue took back the long sword and scratched the knife from the hilt to the tip of the knife with his left hand. The two-colored flames burned on Nangong Yue's wings and jumped on the blade as Nangong Yue's fingers jumped on the blade.

"Roar!" The Elf King roared again, and the wound of the World Tree had grown at an incredible speed. It shook its torso, and a little green light fell on the Elf King's body. The Elf King suffered was healing rapidly, and more green light landed on the spear in his left hand. The Fairy King turned to hold the spear in his right hand, and its soles stepped heavily on the ground, throwing the spear out again!
Chapter completed!