For some reason, when the Azure Dragon Sword appeared in Nangong Lingyue's hand, Xuan Qing felt an unspeakable pain in his heart, as if his soul had been forced to separate from his body. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and his face was extremely pale.
Xuan Ye on the side was shocked when he saw it. He supported Xuan Qing and asked, "Xuan Qing, what's wrong with you?"
This is a situation that has never happened before. Xuan Qing and Xuan Ye are both level 11 warriors, and they have one level left before they can become martial masters. According to common sense, the two people are already very powerful.
Normally, it would be difficult to deal with an eleventh level warrior, let alone both of them being the same at the same time.
Therefore, no matter what kind of mission the two of them performed, no matter how dangerous or injured they were, there was never such an embarrassing scene.
Seeing Xuan Qing's painful look, Xuan Ye was even more shocked. He was thinking about whether to report it to the prince, but Xuan Qing struggled to speak, "Xuan Ye... that sword... makes me... I... feel very uncomfortable...
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After Xuan Qing finished speaking, he fainted.
“Xuanqing!
But now, the princess is fighting with those three people of unknown origin, and the prince is carefully protecting the safety of the princess. He can't report to the prince at all.
Xuan Ye gritted his teeth, summoned the prince's personal guards, and ordered people to carry Xuan Qing to a classroom not far away to rest, while he tried to find a way to report to the prince.
But he said that Nangong Lingyue, with the Qinglong Sword in his hand, became unstoppable and extremely sharp. Even if the three people had special skills, it was difficult to get close to them for a while.
The three people had already taken out weapons in their hands, and it turned out to be the same broadsword. The blade shone with cold light, and with a violent flow of energy, it slashed at Nangong Lingyue in three directions at the same time.
I saw three colors, one black, one green, and one brown, intertwined quickly, frequently exchanging positions with each other. In the eyes of others, I only felt that the three colors in front of me were constantly rotating, and countless phantoms appeared.
Green, black, and brown shadows were moving so fast that it was dizzying.
The three-color afterimage was like a beautiful light, shooting towards Nangong Lingyue quickly.
Nangong Lingyue, on the other hand, was holding the Qinglong Sword in her hand, with a cold and handsome expression. Her eyes were clear, and she stood there motionless, but her eyes were staring at the trajectory of the three people, looking for their entities.
The next moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed toward her. Nangong Lingyue only felt a violent wave of air coming from the horizontal direction of her abdomen. She did not dare to stop for a moment. She tapped her toes on the ground and started to perform the invincible Qing Gong.
He escaped the attack of the man in black.
But when Nangong Lingyueren had just landed on the ground and her body had not yet stabilized, another cyan shadow approached, and the cold knife in his hand took out her neck with unparalleled murderous intent!
Nangong Lingyue was shocked. She leaned back with her heels on the ground, and the fierce murderous aura emitted from the cold knife turned into a powerful sword light, almost whizzing away in front of her face. During this period,
He also cut off some of her messy black hair.
Nangong Lingyue was shocked. She had never been so close to death. Even if the plane crashed in her previous life, she didn't feel as strong as she did now. If she hadn't escaped quickly, the consequences would have been unimaginable.