They want Xiaoyaomen to perish, even if there is no reason, they will make up countless reasons.
"What nonsense are you talking about! My aunt will make you regret giving birth today!" Ningwu was so angry that she lost her mind and jumped into the crowd waving her sword.
Ruyi saw something bad and walked down with the plaque under his arm.
The two people were surrounded by everyone, and the fight was very difficult.
Especially Princess Ningwu, she is not a person with superb martial arts skills. She has no chance of winning in a one-on-one duel with an expert, let alone a group fight...
Soon there were a few things on her body, and she was a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately for Ruyi, she combined the air control of the Xiaoyao Sect with the hard-core fists and kicks of the Ningwu Sect, and she had already knocked down several people with her silver-white Changfengwu brilliance.
Ruyi and Ningwu stood back to back and fought with all their might.
Martial arts people are not fools. They are very good at assessing the situation. Knowing that Ruyi's side is more difficult, they assigned some masters to restrain Ruyi's movements, while the rest dealt with Ningwu.
So Ruyi not only had to fend off his opponent, but also had to distract himself from Ningwu. He was so busy dealing with it that he could no longer get any advantage.
Ruyi thought silently in her heart, hoping that the young master would stay in the room and never come out, otherwise he would not know martial arts and would make things more troublesome.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished thinking, he heard the young master shout, "Stop!"
I'm really afraid of what will happen...
There is a saying that when a scholar meets a soldier, it is hard to explain, and the young master is even more incapable of communicating with people in the martial arts world.
His words of "stop" only got a few blank looks, and everyone was busy with their hands as they should.
When he saw that Ningwu was injured, he became even more anxious and rushed into the crowd to block her. She could barely accept the moves of the people who besieged Ningwu, but the young master suddenly rushed out and disrupted her formation.
The young master was stabbed several times in one go.
Ningwu grabbed the young master and shouted like crazy: "What are you doing! It's very dangerous!"
The young master looked pale and held Ningwu's hand, refusing to let go.
Seeing that Ningwu's side was lost and the lives of the two of them were in danger, Ruyi was so anxious that he couldn't care about the enemies on his side. He roared loudly and poured his strength into Changfeng. His sword danced with stars, and a long rainbow shot out.
A circle of people all around were shocked and could fly as far as ten feet away.
Ruyi looked at Changfeng in her hand in disbelief. She still didn't understand how the move came out. She tried again, but she felt that her forehead was sweating and her hands and feet were weak. Changfeng was as calm as before, but it was no longer the same as before.
That mighty energy.
Damn it!
She didn't know the way, so she launched a killing move in a hurry, but she couldn't use it anymore.
Not only was she unable to do it, she even felt a dull pain in her pubic area.
To give a simple example, the martial arts of Ruyi Fist and Foot is like a child who has just started to learn to read, and the internal martial arts cultivation is like a bachelor who has learned poetry and is full of economics.
Just imagine, it would be a very difficult task for this child to write a long poem by a bachelor.
In the same way, it would be even more difficult for Ruyi to use moves that are equal to her cultivation skills.
She has never had such good luck...
The martial artists who were thrown away got up, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and looked at Ruyi angrily, but they seemed to be afraid of her ability and did not dare to move forward casually.
Thinking back then, everyone knew Yan Xuanyi's ability to forget his own life. Thinking about it, he felt that this woman was not simple. Everyone put on a show of fighting, but no one took a step forward.