"Miss!" Yilan was shocked and immediately chased after her.
The white beautiful shadow was like a goddess of vengeance coming from above the nine heavens, with sharp eyes, stepping through the smoke of gunpowder, holding a sword, and pointing directly to the heartlessness on the city tower.
"Don't have the antidote?" Wuxin jumped up and headed to the height of the city tower.
"Even if I die, I will want you and Han Yue Qiongying to be buried with you!" Luo Wanqing said fiercely.
"Dream with us? You don't even have the qualifications to be buried with us, you are not worthy." Wuxin found it ridiculous. Luo Wanqing was worthy of comparing her? She couldn't even compare with one of the master's fingers!
"You all go to die!" Luo Wanqing almost lost her mind, and her beautiful face became ferocious.
"Then I have to leave your life here first!" Wuxin kicked the sword on the ground and walked up against the wind.
Yilan was shocked to see it, so she joined the battle circle. If Wuxin is not killed, the lady will not give up.
It is obviously a bit difficult for Wuxin to fight against two, but her pride does not allow her to lose, and she has never won by force.
Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the sky, and the agile falcon circled on the trunk building.
Qiu Tong narrowed her apricot eyes, flew down, came to Yilan at an invisible speed, and threw Yilan out with one palm.
Yilan was shocked and was shocked and her blood was surging. She quickly turned over and faced Qiutong's attack.
Qiutong's injury on her right shoulder has not healed, but she is more than enough to deal with Yilan.
"Overbial ability." Qiu Tong smiled contemptuously and grabbed Yilan's neck.
"Cough cough..." Yilan had difficulty breathing, her face turned pale and her whole body was shaking. She recognized Qiutong, the person she held hostage in Yancheng that day.
Qiu Tong's hand exerted a little force, and with a click, Yilan widened her eyes, with no color in her eyes.
Yilan's body slid down to the ground and no longer had a breath.
"Yilan!" Luo Wanqing rushed over, hugged Yilan's body, and cried bitterly.
Wuxin looked at Qiutong and frowned: "Why did you come suddenly?"
"Here you come." Qiutong leaned against the broken stone pillar and watched Luo Wanqing and Yilan's deep love for her master and servant as if she was watching the show.
"Is that right?" Wu Xin didn't believe it. Not to mention that Qiu Tong was injured, Qiu Tong has always been arbitrary and would never come privately without the orders of his master.
"I will tell you when you get rid of Luo Wanqing." Qiutong took a few steps back and left the space for Wuxin. The two of them had been a grudge for many years, so she could continue watching the show.
Luo Wanqing put down Yilan, her eyes were ferocious, as if she was a ghost crawling out of hell.
"I want to kill you!" Luo Wanqing picked up Bingyi Sword, murderous intent.
"That depends on whether you have the ability." Wu Xin sneered.
The two clashed again, and the new and old grudges and love burst out at this moment, probably needing a settlement.
The sword shadow is thousands of miles away!
Luo Wanqing's hair was messy, and she raised her illusion power to the extreme and reached a state of madness.
Thousands of sword shadows spread out, and a loud rumbling sound. The originally broken city tower has now become a ruined wall.
Jing Ao and Nangong Chen looked at him and saw Luo Wanqing chasing Wuxin.
"I'll go, you stay, I won't let Wuxin have something to do." Jing Ao pushed Nangong Chen away because he was worried that Nangong Chen would show mercy to Luo Wanqing's men.
Nangong Chen laughed. For some reason, he seemed to be less and less needed. Jing Ao didn't need him, Wuxin didn't need him, Qiongying didn't need him...
There was nothing he needed to protect. This feeling of failure made him lose direction in an instant, not knowing what to do, not seeing ahead, not only in silence, but even fear, he seemed to... have nothing.