Qi Po only has the strength of Xuan Yuan Jing. Although she has superb assassination methods, how can she escape Ying Zhuyue's pursuit?
Ying Zhuyue was able to catch up with Qi Po, the true energy in her body was flowing, and blue brilliance quickly gathered in her right palm. She shouted, struck out with one palm, and a blue light went straight behind Qi Po.
Qi Po couldn't avoid it at all, and was hit in the chest by the blue light. Her face was as pale as paper, she spat out blood with a "wow" sound, and fell down in mid-air.
Ying Zhuyue caught up, and the broken bone fan opened with a "swish", two sharp blades protruded from it, and pressed tightly against Qi Po's neck.
"Who are you? Who sent you?"
"Kill if you want, but it's just a death." Qi Po smiled miserably.
"It's not that simple to want to die. Since you won't tell me, then I have no choice but to use soul searching to kill you!" Ying Zhuyue said with a cold light on his face and his voice was bone-chilling.
"Haha... If you know how to do it, just use it." The method of searching for souls is Louwailou's secret skill, and outsiders don't know it at all. She knew that Ying Zhuyue was trying to intimidate her.
Ying Zhuyue's eyes wandered and he said no more words.
She exerted great force on her hands, and the bone-breaking fan could kill Qi Po just by lowering it a little further.
But at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared, and Ying Zhuyue paused for a moment. However, he saw that the person was very fast, and he was already approaching in the blink of an eye.
When Ying Zhuyue saw the person clearly, her heart suddenly sank. She saw that her grandfather was being held hostage by someone, and there was a long sword on his neck.
There was a young man standing behind Mr. Ying. He looked pale and coughed from time to time.
"Young lady, show mercy, otherwise, the old man's life will be in danger!"
"Zhuyue, leave me alone." Mr. Ying shouted.
Ying Zhuyue was not a procrastinator. She still had a decision in her heart. She shook her head lightly and said to the young man: "Let my grandpa go. I can let her go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young master immediately withdrew his long sword. He was not worried that Ying Zhuyue would go back on his words and acted with utmost fairness.
Ying Zhuyue straightened up, put away the bone-breaking fan, and said calmly: "Next time I come, I will send some powerful people. Ying is not talented, but he is not that easy to kill!"
Her words revealed strong self-confidence, and she didn't take Qi Po seriously at all.
The young master covered his mouth and coughed for a while, then spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "Since you gave me the order, do you dare to disobey me?"
After that, he stopped talking nonsense, picked up Qi Po, and disappeared before his eyes in a few ups and downs.
"Zhuyue, why did you let him go?" Mr. Ying looked puzzled, "Grandpa will die sooner or later, but he can't watch others ride on the head of our Ying family!"
Ying Zhuyue looked steadily at the direction in which the two disappeared, shook his head, and said: "Although that young man looks sick, I am not sure that I can keep him. It doesn't matter to me alone, but if I let him go on a killing spree,
, the entire film family will suffer."
From that young man's body, Ying Zhuyue seemed to be able to see his past self. At that time, he was weak and seriously ill, maybe just like him.
But she didn't dare to underestimate him. The young man had a gentle aura and no trace of murderous intent. However, when facing him, Ying Zhuyue felt unfathomable.
He is like a bottomless pit. You think you have seen through it, but in fact he has many hidden things.
"Yue'er, who do you think wants to kill you this time?" Mr. Ying secretly lamented that Ying Zhuyue had changed. In the past, she was bullied by her tribe and didn't care about the life and death of the people in her tribe. Now that she is stronger, not only does she not
Instead of taking revenge, he thought about the people in his clan. He seemed to be really sensible.