"Wind, lightness is the soul, colorless is true, amorphous," like snow shuttled between thousands of arrows, as if wiping away the soul, black clothes fluttered among the people, and he was still chanting: "The wind leaves without a trace, and the evil spirit
And be gentle—" After saying the last sentence, she took action with her sword, whirling around with laughter, and then returned to her hand. She used to often watch Jing Feng practice swordsmanship, and unconsciously she had gradually become aware of the power of "The Wind Passes Without a Trace"
The thing is, you can never figure out where his sword comes from. Unfortunately, she only learned a little bit about it.
"Damn it!" Jinxiu Shangyi could not help but tighten his grip on Xi Yan.
"Ah - it hurts so much, please let go!" Xiyan hit his chest in pain, but he didn't care at all, it was like raindrops.
Seeing how the person in his arms was struggling for "him", and then seeing how "he" was able to deal with his special forces with ease. Half of the special forces died, but "him" could not be touched at all, which made Jinxiu Shangyi furious. Seeing this situation
, the surrounding soldiers retreated one after another. The king's anger was not as simple as death, so it would be better to retreat further.
"Bring the arrows!" The deputy carefully handed over the bow and arrows. Jinxiu Shangyi snatched the bow and arrows and straightened the bow. The arrow tip stayed in the black figure and the crowd, and his movements were uncertain.
"Be careful..." Seeing this scene, Xi Yan couldn't help shouting, but she didn't expect that it was because of her long call that distracted Xi Xue's consciousness, and she paused for a moment in her direction. It was that crucial moment——
"Tsk——" The arrow was fired quickly, accurately and quickly, making it impossible for her to dodge.
"No..." She heard Xi Yan's hysterical cry, followed by the pain of an arrow piercing her body, which spread throughout her body - "I'm sorry, Yan'er..." At the last moment of falling, Xi Xue struggled to tear off her eyes.
Black gauze was covered with blood at the corner of her mouth. She wanted to take a last look at Yan'er. Before her outstretched left hand could reach her, someone cut her behind with a knife. She moved forward step by step with steps that were like snow, and finally fell to the ground.
In a pool of blood...
"Sister--" Xi Yan bit his arm hard, pushed away the people around her, stumbled to her, her eyes filled with tears, and gently lifted her shoulders, her voice trembling like the wind.
Luo Ye: "Sister - what's wrong with you? Sister, Yan'er doesn't want you to die. Yan'er will be good in the future. Yan'er will never make trouble again. Yan'er will listen to you in everything... Stop, stop!"
She leaned her whole body towards Xixue, not letting anyone hurt her.
The soldiers standing beside her didn't dare to take action rashly. If she was hurt, she would be dead.
Jinxiu Shangyi stood aside blankly, looking at the person in her arms with tears in her arms, she was so sad that she felt a burst of sadness in her heart - "he" turned out to be her sister? He didn't want to kill "him", it was just that "he" was too real
It was too strong. Seeing that the soldiers around him were still eager to try, he picked up one of them and threw him aside, "Stop, stop it all!"
"Sister, let's go, I'll take you away. We said we would never separate!" Xixue was unable to speak. She felt that her soul was leaving her body little by little. Is this death? Many clear images appeared in her mind.
The unclear and unclear face, the prince's pure sky-blue eyes, Long Changyi's words "I just want you to come back safely", "Xuanyuan Xuanyu, without my presence, wouldn't it be boring for you to be alone?"