"As expected of the Ninth Prince's Dragon Cavalry Army, I didn't expect that even my palm power could block it."
The black-robed man's eyebrows were full of joy. His palm was blocked, and not only was he not angry, but he was laughing even more wantonly.
"It's a pity, it's just a block!"
His smile faded, his brows darkened, and in an instant, the force of his palms pressed down like a storm, suppressing more than twenty dragon cavalry troops until their faces turned pale.
At least half of the people were knocked away by his palm and fell to the ground, vomiting blood!
The power of that palm was about to fall on Zhan Qingcheng and Feng Jiuer.
Being hit by this palm, these two people may not survive!
There was a trace of cruel pity in the eyes of the man in black robe. Yes, it was pity, but it was also cruel.
From now on, there will no longer be these two people in this world...
"Your Majesty!" Yu Jingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to rush over and block the prince, but the palm power of the man in black robe was too strong.
He was pressed to the ground and couldn't get up at all.
The wind and clouds suddenly condensed, and everything seemed to be frozen in time.
There was no movement, even the passing wind had stopped, and the fallen leaves were floating in the air but could not fall.
The prince was safe and sound, and so was Feng Jiu'er. The man in black robe took the palm of his hand, and the two of them still hugged each other quietly.
He held her hand, and the vast sea of true energy continued to flow into her body, repairing her muscles and veins bit by bit.
Apart from their pale faces, the two people were both indescribably calm. Even their hair did not rise, and they were silent and picturesque.
Why?
Yu Jingfeng was shocked, and found that he could move, and immediately jumped up from the ground.
The overwhelmed dragoons also got up from the ground and once again entered a state of preparation for war.
But why?
Everyone looked up and saw a slender figure standing in the wind in front of the prince and Feng Jiuer.
He stood like a pine tree, with the sky and the earth upright, the wind of his palm lifting his hair, and even the clothes on his body were fluttering in the wind of his palm.
But the prince and Feng Jiu'er behind him didn't even have a single wave on their bodies!
The man who had always been by Feng Jiuer's side, Mu Mu, was able to completely withstand the power of the black-robed man's palm by himself!
The black-robed man frowned slightly. He didn't expect that among these people, there was such a hidden master.
When he stood in the crowd, his aura and momentum were average. Although his appearance was not ugly, compared to someone as stunning as Zhan Qingcheng, he could only be considered average at best.
He was an ordinary person, but he took the power of his palm forcefully!
The man in black robe tightened his fingers, and the strength of his palm increased in an instant.
Mu Mu was forced to take a half step back, but after taking a half step back, he stood firm again.
The vast and deep internal force completely held the black-robed man's palm, and the two people's true energy was entangled together, and they were actually on par!
Such deep inner strength!
Yu Jingfeng sighed secretly, but at this time, it was not a good time to marvel.
Holding a long sword in his hand, he led the dragon cavalry troops to jump up, spread out their formation, and the sharp sword wind struck at the black-robed man.
The black-robed man's palm wind was still entangled with Mu Mu. At this time, facing the dragon cavalry's sword wind, he was a little unable to resist it.
With a hiss, someone's sword wind cut off a section of his black robe.
The black-robed man's face darkened, knowing that he had no advantage at the moment, so he suddenly withdrew his palm and stepped lightly.
The slender figure flickered and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
