As soon as Ye Qingqing finished speaking, a traceless energy in his hand rushed towards Mao'er. His waist tightened, and he was hugged by Jun Mo Jue and flew off the ground. "If you want to touch her, you have to look at me."
The king agrees or disagrees!”
Jun Mo Jue's voice was unusually cold. After being dodged, the energy hit the ground. Dust suddenly flew up and a deep pit appeared on the ground. This showed that this man had deep internal strength.
At the same time, Jun Mo Jue snorted unceremoniously, raised his hand, and struck back at Xiang Ye Wuqing with a sword energy. Reciprocity is the kingly way. His black hair was flying, his red robe was stirring, and as Jun Mo Jue took action,
, Ye Qingqing's men also moved, with flashes of swords and murderous intent. Jun Mojue fought eight of them alone, and Mao'er had four. Among them, the most powerful one was Qingdai'er. This woman simply looked like she was desperate for her life.
Spelling, I don’t know if it’s because I was taught a hard lesson by Mao’er last time. This time I didn’t even use the whip, I actually used a big knife as a weapon. That fierce slashing posture was just to chop Mao’er into pieces.
Sauce!
Women! They are really the creatures in this world who love to hold grudges the most...
…
Several silver needles danced with cold light and murderous intent, directly hitting Qing Dai'er's eyes. At the same time, other gold threads and silver needles danced, making the remaining men in black afraid to approach. This extremely skillful manipulation technique
Those who watched were dazzled and frightened. Cat didn't even put his eyes on these men in black, but kept focusing on Ye Wuqing who didn't make a move.
She was looking at him, and he was looking at her.
"Gugu...!"
A silver needle penetrated the brow of a man in black, and the gold thread wrapped around his neck. With a slight force, the flesh tore and blood splattered.
Smiling provocatively, the corners of Ye Wuqing's lips curled up even more cruelly...
At a glance from the corner of his eye, Jun Mojue had already killed four or five of them, and the assassins of the Wuqing Palace were no more than mediocre.
Suddenly, Mao'er's eyes narrowed. Ye Qingqing, who was floating in the void, didn't know when he had a bow and arrow in his hand. It was a red crescent moon long bow, filled with murderous aura and full of tension. There was no arrow, but the bowstring was stretched, obviously.
It looks like it's about to be fired, but why can't I see where the arrow is?
The murderous aura in Ye Wuqing's body expanded to the point that the cat could feel it just by breathing. She was an agent who walked out of the pile of dead people. She was a killer trained in the Shura Field. She was familiar with such murderous aura...
Despite my doubts, despite my confusion...
The direction of the bow and arrow was facing Jun Mo Jue. The man's face was cold. He cut the two killers without hesitation, but he obviously also saw Feng Wuqing's actions. In an instant, a look of surprise appeared in his silver-gray eyes, and there was an explosion.
