In Jian Chi's heart, only swordsmanship and his master, Sword Master, can really arouse his concern. His move to deal with An Xixia this time is just because Lingxuzi was trying to pick him out.
The men in brown clothes were so angry that they screamed: "Sword crazy, don't go crazy, you actually killed your fellow disciples for this witch!"
"I won't let you hurt Master!" Jian Chi repeated again, but the sword in his hand danced tighter.
When the men in brown clothes saw this scene, they exchanged glances. The two of them dragged Lingxuzi back, and everyone else attacked Anxixia.
Anxi Xia Leng shouted: "You guys are those who deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"
A man in brown clothes spat on the ground and said: "Witch, you can deceive the sword idiot but you can't deceive us. You should die!"
An Xixia's eyes flashed with murderous intent. She was forced to retreat step by step. With a sway of her body, she jumped onto the giant tree nearby. A man in brown swung the long sword in his hand, and the fierce sword energy
Then the tree was cut down.
Another man in black wielded a sword and shot it straight into her heart.
An Xixia's heart tightened and she had no choice but to jump down from the tree.
The man in brown clothes had expected it, and immediately drew another sword to block the road under An Xixia's feet. Her eyes were colder. If she was holding the Cang Qiong Sword in her hand, she would have to break the brown clothes.
That move was not difficult, but she had an ordinary sword in her hand now. She had been fighting for a long time, and all her spiritual power had been used up. There was no way to block the sword.
At this moment, Xue Po, who was already as tall as a person, suddenly transformed into a human being. He flew up with a palm and knocked away the flying sword, and then hugged An Xixia into his arms.
An Xixia originally thought she would die, but she fell into a warm embrace, and then she saw Xue Po's greener eyes.
When she and Xue Po met for the first time, Xue Po was in human form. He wanted to kill her at that time. His body was covered with blood. She didn't take a close look at his appearance. But when he hugged her like this, she
I could clearly see his appearance.
He has thick eyebrows on his temples, his complexion is as white as porcelain, his nose bridge is slightly high yet delicate, his lips are thin but as red as petals, he is dressed in white clothes like snow, and his black hair is like ink.
Although his appearance is slightly more feminine, he is actually a rare handsome man, and his wild eyes offset all of his feminine look, making him arrogant and cold.
Although this kind of snow soul does not have the gentle domineering spirit of Ye Youran, it does have an arrogant wildness.
An Xixia's eyes couldn't help but blink, but before the two of them landed, a pair of strong hands hugged An Xixia.
"What are you looking at? No matter how you look at it, you're just a beast. How can you be as good-looking as me?" Ye Youran's voice sounded cold.
An Xixia couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Ye Youran's concerned eyes.
"Why are you here?" An Xixia asked softly.
"If I don't come again, I'm afraid you will be abducted by this beast." Ye Youran said calmly.
When Xue Po saw Ye Youran, the anger in his eyes became heavier, but he also knew that the enemy was there at this time, and he and Ye Youran would settle the score later. He growled low, and the green eyes in his eyes grew brighter.
He immediately pounced towards Lingxuzi and others.
Ye Youran waved his sleeves, brushed the snow soul away, and then sneered: "Get out of here first! These things don't know how to live or die, they even dare to touch my woman!"