"Is he the prince? It can't be fake, right?" Nangong Qi has only met Yu Liu once, and has only four feelings about him: unfathomable. But, would such a person be beaten like this, let alone him?
His identity is still the prince who is inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people?
"It's him." Feng Yao was very sure that she would not admit it wrong. The body shape could be similar and the face could change, but a person's temperament would not change. Even though that man was in such a mess, he still had a familiar aura.
Haruka will never admit his mistake!
After making sure, Feng Yao walked out of the darkness, holding the long whip in her hand, and drops of blood fell from her palm.
Pointing to the ground, he jumped through the air, with bare hands, and white powder fell from the air. The guards guarding the execution ground had already drawn their swords after discovering Feng Yao, but before they made any move, the powder fell.
It has been sprinkled, but if it touches the skin, it will be corroded immediately, and the body will turn into blood bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
For a moment, the execution ground was filled with screams.
Prime Minister Song didn't know Feng Yao's identity, but when he saw that she was ruthless and alone, he immediately said angrily: "You bold thief, how dare you openly disrupt the execution ground, come and capture it!"
With a roar from Prime Minister Song, the palace door opened, and several groups of imperial guards quickly surrounded the execution place.
Feng Yao had already arrived at Yu Liu's side, and the long whip swept past him. Mixed with 10% of his internal strength, the two executioners holding big swords were beaten to death by the whip. The blood mark across their chests was actually three inches long.
deep.
The Imperial Guards swarmed forward, Feng Yao's eyes were cold, "Kill without mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two men and one woman fell from the sky to protect Feng Yao and Yu Liu in the center. The three of them held long swords and fought with the imperial guards.
The smell of blood outside the palace gate became stronger and stronger.
"Yu Liu..." Feng Yao's voice was trembling. She knelt down and stretched out her hands to support his shaky body, but he was covered in wounds. She was afraid of hurting him and didn't know where to start.
.
The groggy Yu Liu vaguely heard the voice she had missed for a long time. She struggled to raise her head slightly and saw Feng Yao's pale face, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with tears, her chapped lips moving, and her hoarse voice.
From his mouth came: "Yaoyao..."
The voice was extremely small, but among the fighting crowd, Feng Yao still heard it. Tears were about to fall, "It's me, Yu Liu, I'm here to save you..."
Yu Liu wanted to reach out and touch Feng Yao's face, and wanted to ask her not to cry, but he couldn't do it. His body had reached its limit, and his strong spirit relaxed after seeing Feng Yao. At this time, he fainted.
Dead in the past.
"Ah!" Feng Yao looked up to the sky and roared. The roar was mixed with internal force. Some of the imperial guards who were close could not bear it and were knocked unconscious. Even Prime Minister Song who was far away was slightly affected.
affected, and turned pale.
Feng Yao waved her long whip and swept it towards the surrounding Imperial Guards. Each whip contained 100% of her internal strength. Those Imperial Guards were no match for them. They died before they even realized it. Their eyes were round.
Yes, full of shock.
Feng Yao is like a bloodthirsty killing god. Her long whip is already dyed red with blood, and there are some blood stains on her blue dress, like a gorgeous red plum, cold and aloof.
There were corpses everywhere in front of the palace gate. Feng Yao and the four men went on a killing spree, killing gods when they met, and Buddha when they met Buddha. Such a terrifying momentum gradually frightened the imperial guards. They did not dare to step forward, and the hand holding the sword was faint.