Seeing the sword in front of him, Feng Yichen turned pale, thinking that he was dead this time.
Woohoo, if there really is an afterlife, beg God to be born in a place where there is no Mo Yanche, and he doesn’t care whether he is a pig or a dog!
Just when he closed his eyes, lamenting and waiting for death.
With a sound of "Shua--", there was a burst of air in his ears, driving away the murderous aura that was approaching.
Feng Yichen quickly opened his eyes and saw a jade fan unfolded in Mo Yanche's hand. The fan was pressed against the soft sword, blocking Feng Yichen's killing move.
Mo Qingyue's icy eyes were dark, and the soft sword in her hand was stabbing straight at the jade fan. She channeled her inner strength, and she never showed mercy even when she was facing her own brother.
Mo Yanche had a picturesque smile, and held the jade fan in his hand horizontally. When Mo Qingyue's internal power came towards him, he also used his internal power to resist and protect Feng Yichen behind him.
Such a pair of royal brothers and sisters faced off with swords in the Zichen Palace.
The strong internal force made Feng Yichen involuntarily take several steps back, while Mo Qingyue's blue gauze was flying around her body, and her face became colder and colder. On the other hand, Mo Yanche's smile was still elegant, and she was dressed calmly in white.
The competition of internal strength reached the extreme, and the gauze on Mo Qingyue's face also separated from her face and flew away.
An outstandingly soft and graceful face, completely exposed to the air.
The soft blue gauze fell to the ground lightly, Mo Yanche's black eyes darkened, and he waved the jade fan in his hand.
"Qingyue, be careful!"
Following Feng Yichen's exclamation, Mo Qingyue flipped in the air and landed steadily three steps away from Mo Yanche.
Ignoring Mo Qingyue's intention to kill him, Feng Yichen hurriedly ran to her side, looked at her up and down, and asked nervously: "Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"
Mo Qingyue said nothing, she was so weak that she was almost as delicate as a delicate flower, her face was a frosty color, but in vain, a trace of blood appeared on her cheeks, long and thin.
"You are hurt!"
Feng Yichen looked at the shallow wounds on her fair and pink cheeks. He rummaged through his cuffs and belt in a panic, and finally dug out a small silver box. After pushing it open, a sweet fragrance floated into the room.
"Put it on quickly. This medicine has miraculous effects and can leave no scars." Feng Yichen knew that Mo Qingyue didn't like people touching her, so he handed the box over and urged nervously.
Mo Qingyue didn't move, her eyes were fixed on Mo Yanche, and she didn't give any of the love ointment to Feng Yichen or him.
Mo Yanche took back the jade fan and said calmly: "Take it."
Mo Qingyue lowered her eyes and looked at the silver box. Finally, she reached out her hand, took the box, and threw it into her sleeve pocket.
Feng Yichen was already used to the way these siblings got along. Mo Qingyue was Bing without emotions, and only Mo Yanche could convince her - with force.
"Why?" Mo Qingyue asked coldly.
"Because, I need Xiao Lixi to be poisoned." Mo Yanche knew the answer she wanted without asking. He propped up his chin with a folding fan, and he smiled so hard that the whole nation was captivated.
"You used me." Mo Qingyue's voice was cold and murderous.
"You and Xiao Lixi's martial arts should be between equals. If you didn't quench the poison on the soft sword, how could Xiao Lixi return to Shuoyue." Mo Yanche, who had no sense of guilt at all, curled his lips and had a calm expression on his face.
, making it difficult for people to see his evil nature.
"One day, I will kill you." Mo Qingyue took back the soft sword and left Zichen Palace without looking back.
After a thrilling battle, Feng Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked sadly at the magnificent Mo Yanche, "Cousin, I almost died at Qingyue's hands!"