The speed of the single-sword Qinggong seemed to frighten Feng Jiuer. Although his Qinggong was not bad at ordinary times, it would never be this good.
So hidden...
"Yida, what are you... going to do?" Feng Jiu'er took half a step back slightly, her eyes becoming defensive.
"Jiu'er, I'll give you one more chance. Come with me." Dan Dan stared at her, not afraid that she could run away. After all, it was clear today how far Feng Jiu'er's martial arts were.
She is far from his opponent.
"Otherwise?" Feng Jiuer's face darkened and her palms began to clenched, "If I don't go with you, you will hand me over to someone, right?"
She took a deep breath, pursed her lower lip, and calmed herself down: "You are the assassin who assassinated the Ninth Prince. The wounds on your back were deliberately caused by yourself to confuse the public. Am I right?"
"I know you have always been very smart." Shan Dao took a step forward, and Feng Jiu'er immediately stepped back. He said coldly: "If you are willing to follow me, I will not hurt you."
"But I don't want to." Shan Dao likes her, which is indeed beyond Feng Jiu'er's expectation, but this does not affect the final result.
"Why do you do things for others? Who is the person behind you? Is Zeng Lanyue your woman?"
"No, I've only ever liked you in my life." Shan Dao's face was expressionless.
"But Zeng Lanyue is with you after all. Before she died, she told me to be careful about the people around me. That person is you!"
Feng Jiuer stood still, facing the evening wind, her black hair floating: "Who is the person behind you?"
Dan Shandao didn't say a word, but just moved forward.
Feng Jiuer looked at him calmly: "Your mission tonight is to take me away and bring me back to blackmail the Ninth Prince?"
"Jiu'er, I have no choice. Since I have been exposed, staying here will only lead to death."
Shan Shandao still looked at her with a bit of nostalgia, but since she didn't want to follow him, it wasn't sweet to force him.
"Only by giving you to the master can I make amends. Otherwise, even the master will not forgive me."
"Then we have to see if you really have this ability." Feng Jiuer's face also turned cold.
We have been in the same group for such a long time and everyone gets along so well together. No one wants to think that there is really a traitor in their group.
But when a person is about to die, he also speaks well. Feng Jiuer never doubted what Zeng Lanyue said before she died.
There really are spies in their team.
Shan Shandao didn't want to waste any more time, so he stretched out his big palm and quickly grabbed Feng Jiuer's shoulder with his five fingers.
Jiu'er made a mistake in his steps, and to Shan Shandao's surprise, he easily dodged his attack.
"You..." Shan Dandao frowned, but he didn't expect Feng Jiuer's Qinggong to be much better than what she showed today!
"Did you do this on purpose?" His expression changed, and he suddenly turned around and was about to rush in another direction.
Unexpectedly, in the evening breeze, a figure came towards me. The man raised his arms lightly, and the cold wind from his palms immediately covered the sky and covered the ground.
A single sword was not so easy to deal with. After knowing who the person was, he immediately stopped his steps and turned around to rush towards Feng Jiuer's location without even thinking about it.
Mu Mu is here, Shan Dao at least knows himself, he is no match for Mu Mu.
However, it shouldn't be too difficult to capture Feng Jiu'er. If you want to leave today, you can only start with Feng Jiu'er.
That palm struck Jiuer's face, domineering and powerful!
Sure enough, those who have the courage to assassinate the Ninth Prince must have some ability.
Shan Dao usually hides his strength too deeply, but now this palm uses 90% of his power.
Mu Mu is already behind him. If he misses a hit, he may not have a chance.
The wind in the palm was strong and fierce, and in the blink of an eye, the cold breath came to Feng Jiu'er.
Shan Dandao thought that this palm would definitely hurt Feng Jiu'er, but unexpectedly, Feng Jiu'er flicked his sleeves and made a mistake with his feet. Not only did he avoid it, but he also received the palm.
Shan Shan Dao was startled, and his tall figure quickly rushed towards Feng Jiu'er.
Jiu'er's steps were steady, and he was not forced back by the wind of his palm. After ducking sideways, he also faced him with a palm.
With a bang, the palms of the two people collided, and the dead leaves on the ground were swept away in a large circle by the two of them.
"You actually..." Shan Dao's energy and blood were a little confused, and his chest was churning with depression.
Why does Feng Jiuer have such strong internal power? How did she do this? Could it be that she has been hiding it from the beginning, just like herself?
But he was not convinced, but lost his concentration for a moment, and immediately rushed forward with his palm raised.
The palm wind was so strong that it brought up dust all over the sky. The force of the palm was like a dense net, covering Feng Jiuer's entire body.
Mu Mu's palms were filled with true energy, just in case Jiu'er was defeated, he could rescue him at any time.
But he didn't expect that Feng Jiu'er's skills were much more powerful than he imagined. In just one month, she seemed to have changed into a completely different person!
Shan Dao became more and more panicked. Mu Mu was watching not far away. He couldn't even defeat Feng Jiu'er. Will he really be unable to escape today?
His hand suddenly touched his waist, and with two whoosh sounds, two hidden weapons were shot out at the same time.
One shot directly into Feng Jiuer's heart, and the other shot in the direction of Mu Mu.
Jiu'er was a little close to him, so in order to avoid the hidden weapon, he quickly moved aside.
Mu Mu just waved his hand casually, and the hidden weapon fell on the ground not far away.
Shan Shan Dao had already jumped up and passed over the top of the tree to leave.
Unexpectedly, not long after he went up, a strong gust of wind suddenly forced him back.
The force of this palm was stronger than anyone imagined. There was only a loud bang, and the single knife fell to the ground. For a while, I couldn't get up.
Below, four figures came over, coming together were Qiao Mu and Huo Yan, and coming from the other side were Xiao Yingtao and Xing Zizhou.
As for the top of the towering tree not far away, a slender figure stood facing the wind.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the single sword that fell on the ground. There was no emotion in her cold eyes. Her graceful and unearthly figure was so handsome and picturesque under the moonlight.
Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying were almost obsessed with it. They didn't expect that the Seventh Princess could be so charming when they looked at her from another perspective.
But...well, why do you feel handsome instead of beautiful?
No one can answer this question. They only know that Zhanluo's day is whiter and dazzling than the moonlight.
Feng Jiuer couldn't help but take a second look, but in the end her mind returned to Shan Dao.
She walked over and stared at Shan Dao, who was struggling to get up on the ground. The past feelings made her feel a little unbearable.
"Expose the person behind you, and I promise you I can save your life."
