Qin Huafeng seemed to have risked his life. This attack was 100% effective.
A trace of condensation flashed across Yun Luoxue's plain white face. She brushed her hands, her bare hands were slender, but there was a little light green light like starlight condensed on her fingertips.
With a 'bang' sound, the light green light collided with the yellow light.
I saw that the yellow light was being absorbed by the light green brilliance at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yun Luoxue tapped her toes on the ground and struck Qin Huafeng's head directly with her bare hand.
Qin Huafeng is also a mature man, and he became the master of Fengyu Sect after many battles.
Although her spiritual power is not as good as Yun Luoxue.
However, he thinks he has more experience than Yun Luoxue.
However, he never imagined that Yun Luoxue was also a master who had gone through rounds of fighting.
She is a mercenary trained from the dead.
That is incomparable to Qin Huafeng.
The dazzling light pierced Qin Huafeng's eyes for a moment. At that moment, Qin Huafeng seemed to be in contact with the God of Death.
Just a little and you can go straight to hell.
But just when Yun Luoxue was about to kill Qin Huafeng with one blow, a soft voice came from not far away: "Brother Qingcheng..."
Qianmo Qingcheng, who was watching the battle, had a flash of displeasure in his eyes.
But the bright yellow figure is getting closer and closer.
Qin Huafeng saw that he was about to be destroyed in Yun Luoxue's hands, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qian Moyan running towards him.
A trace of luck flashed in his shrewd eyes.
He pulled off his belt, threw it out, and wrapped it around Qian Moyan's body.
He was almost about to kill Qin Huafeng, but Qian Moyan 'flew' towards Yun Luoxue like a little bird with the strength of Qin Huafeng's hand.
"Ah - Brother Qingcheng, save me -"
Qian Moyan exclaimed casually.
Yun Luoxue frowned subconsciously, Qian Moyan came at the wrong time.
Turning around, Yun Luoxue withdrew the power in her palm.
He lowered his hands and looked at Qian Moyan with a cold expression.
Qin Huafeng grabbed Qian Moyan's neck with his backhand, feeling like he was reborn after a disaster.
He didn't dare to look at Yun Luoxue, who was so cold to the core.
A pair of slightly wrinkled eyes looked at Qianmo Qingcheng who had just stood up.
"Qianmo Qingcheng, if you don't want her to die, ask your princess to let me go."
Qin Huafeng didn't want to say that. After all, it was such a shame to take a hostage and ask a thirteen-year-old child to let him go.
But when faced with a life-and-death situation, face is nothing.
In the face of life, he resolutely ignored face.
Qian Mo Qingcheng had already stood up when Qin Huafeng held Qian Moyan hostage.
No matter how much he dislikes Qian Moyan, Qian Moyan cannot die.
After all, she is the daughter of the prime minister, and Qianmo Qingcheng has always regarded her as her sister for so many years.
No matter how unruly and willful Qian Moyan is, logically he should come to the rescue.
"Brother Qingcheng, save me..."
Qian Moyan, who was being pinched by Qin Huafeng, looked at Qian Mo Qingcheng's peerless handsome face and cried for help.
Qian Mo Qingcheng frowned and looked at Yun Luoxue.
Yun Luoxue turned her head and glanced at Qianmo Qingcheng, facing Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes as clear as lake water.
She looked at him and said nothing.
He looked at her and said nothing.
Qin Huafeng on the side was afraid that the hostage in his hand would be useless, so he immediately pinched Qian Moyan's neck.
Qian Moyan burst into tears of pain, sobbing and wanting to say something but couldn't.
A clear and pink face was suppressed to be red.
Qin Huafeng said loudly to Qianmo Qingcheng: "Qianmo Qingcheng, if you don't let me leave, I will kill her immediately."