Zitu and Luo Jia fell to the ground at the same time. The Bei family brothers also flew out together to greet Yan Hui. Yan Hui pushed his back, and his huge body directly knocked the two of them away. He once again grabbed the ground with his claws.
Luojia.
She understands these people. In comparison, Luo Jia is the weakest one, so she also chooses the weakest one to take action.
Seeing the sharp claws grabbing her, Luo Jia's heart tightened and she raised her hand to throw out a barrier.
Click!
The green vine barrier was directly grabbed into pieces by Yan Hui.
Seeing that the sharp claws were about to catch her, Luo Jia's face turned pale as a sheet. As an astrologer, this kind of close combat was what she was least good at.
Just when Luo Jia thought he was certain to die, a red light suddenly shot out from the sky. It was... a knife - a huge blade as tall as a man.
The giant blade was held in one hand, and Yan Hui's claws caught her before they could catch her.
The sharp bloody claw tip was less than half a foot away from Yan Hui's face, and was almost stopped.
Luo Jia turned around and saw the purple disciple beside him holding the giant blade tightly with both hands. His whole body was tense, obviously under tremendous pressure.
"Purple disciple?"
She screamed in shock.
Turning his face to meet her gaze, Zi Tu was so angry that he cursed in a low voice, "Fool, run away!"
He was almost unable to hold on any longer. She was so stupid for not seizing the opportunity to escape!
Luo Jia came to her senses and quickly stepped aside.
"Luojia!"
Zi Tong flew over in time, grabbed her arm, and dragged her aside.
At this time, the purple disciple had reached the limit of support, and the blade was directly pressed into the snow by Yan Hui. The hot blade immediately scalded out a piece of white vapor.
Yan Hui waved his other paw with his backhand and grabbed him between his fingers.
At this time, Wei Yang had also rushed over, raised his hand, purple light flashed through, and Yan Hui was directly slapped away by his palm.
Yan Hui flew out backwards and hit the mountain wall in the distance hard, causing rocks to fly up.
There was severe pain in her side ribs. It was obvious that Wei Yang had broken her ribs with this palm. She struggled to hold herself up. Wei Yang had flown in front of her again. Knowing that she couldn't escape, Yan Hui raised her head and grabbed her.
The purple disciple's claws were in front of him to protect him.
"don't want!"
Zi Tong and Luo Jia exhaled sharply at the same time.
Weiyang stopped her figure in mid-air, stared at Yan Hui in front of her, and frowned slightly.
"Yan Hui, if you let Zi Tu go, I can let you go!" Zi Tong rushed over and shouted coldly.
"Humph!" Yan Hui snorted coldly and stood up with difficulty, "If you don't want him to die, don't stop me!"
"Purple disciple!" In the distance, Luo Jia also released his light wings in a hurry and flew to Zi Tong's side. A pair of dark green eyes looked at the purple disciple who was caught by Yan Hui. In an instant, he was filled with water color and almost shed tears.
Come, "Yan Hui, if you let Zi Tu go, I can be your hostage."
"Idiot!" Zitu cursed in a low voice, "You'd better protect yourself."
"Yan Hui!" Zi Tong looked coldly at Yan Hui, who was holding Zi Tu, "I won't stop you, but listen carefully, now, I swear in the name of the Empress of Beizhou, if you dare to hurt Zi Tu
, I will bloodbath your Yan family at all costs, leaving no one alive."
Yan Hui snorted coldly, endured the pain, jumped up, and rushed into the snow valley.
"Purple Eyes!" Luo Jia was already crying out of anxiety.