The wind from the palm that was originally going to fall on Ye Qingying was temporarily changed by Feng Yexuan and hit a tree not far away.
The big tree holding up the sky suddenly fell down.
It can be seen that this palm is powerful.
Although the palm wind was waved away halfway, the remaining palm force still made Xiaoyao feel difficulty breathing.
She raised her hand to block it in front of her, but the remaining force of the palm still made her breathe in confusion.
The blood in his chest finally couldn't be suppressed, so he opened his mouth and spat it out with a loud sound.
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened, and he didn't understand why his heart suddenly hurt when he saw her vomiting blood.
But he didn't go over, he just looked at the two people in front of him coldly.
Ye Qingying landed next to Xiaoyao, grabbed her wrist, and sent his inner energy towards her.
Finally, she suppressed her intrusive breath.
"Master..."
"You called him, Master?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiaoyao's pale face, his eyes cold.
"The number one killer in Beiming, Jian Wuying, is your master?"
Xiaoyao didn't know what Jian Wuying was, but she knew very well that her master and the Prince Xuan in front of her were enemies tonight.
"Master, take me away." She said hoarsely.
Ye Qingying felt a pain in her heart and wanted to nod.
But he caught a glimpse of Chu Qianli's cold eyes, staring straight at Xiao Yao's face.
Xiaoyao has already attracted her attention.
Although she still didn't recognize him, she had ill intentions towards Xiaoyao.
"Master, take you away." Ye Qingying took Xiaoyao's hand and left immediately.
But just as he was about to jump up, he felt the coldness on King Xuan's body, which intensified instantly.
The wind from the palm was like a dragnet, slowly covering them.
He was unprepared just now, but now Ye Qingying knew how powerful Feng Yexuan was. When he was on guard, he could still leave alone.
But if you take Xiaoyao with you, you will never be able to leave!
Ye Qingying just hesitated. Feng Yexuan's palm wind had already tightened, completely covering the two of them under his palm power.
He moved forward.
Xiaoyao immediately opened his arms to protect Ye Qingying.
Ye Qingying lowered his eyes and looked at her. There was still blood on the corners of this girl's lips, but her heart to protect him was very firm.
His heart was tense.
The five fingers holding Xiaoyao's wrist tightened more and more.
Feng Yexuan stared at the two people's hands. Although the fingers were not intertwined, Ye Qingying's hand was still holding the girl tightly.
As for that dead girl, standing next to Ye Qingying, she had a soft aura.
It was the gentleness I had never felt when I was around him.
But he didn't know what he was worrying about.
After all, she is not his woman!
"Do you think I will let you leave?" Feng Yexuan took another step forward.
The net that was tightened by internal force seemed to suddenly become much smaller.
Xiaoyao's skill was far inferior to Ye Qingying's. Once the net of her palm tightened, the blood in her chest that she had finally suppressed began to boil again.
Ye Qingying immediately pulled her back: "Don't use your skills to resist, you can't stop it."
"Master..." Xiaoyao raised her head and looked at his cold mask.
Her voice was hoarse than usual: "Master, you go first, I...I can..."
Master can leave on his own.
As long as Feng Yexuan doesn't chase him, it will be easy for the master to leave.
But it's absolutely impossible to take her with you.
"Master..." Xiaoyao took a deep breath and tried to calm down her breath.
"Master, I...help you, you...go quickly."
She suddenly threw Ye Qingying away and rushed towards Feng Yexuan.
"Master, leave quickly!"
After saying these words, Xiaoyao opened her arms to hug that terrifying man!
