Feng Jiuer was startled, and it was clear that she was no match for that person.
Without any hesitation, after dodging the leaves as sharp as swords, she turned around and ran away as fast as she could into the depths of the forest.
But just as he escaped, suddenly, the surrounding branches surged.
The strong wind that came from nowhere swept up the fallen leaves, and the dead leaves flew all over the sky in an instant.
Deep in the fallen leaves, a black figure stood alone, with cold starry eyes, like an invisible net, covering her with his gaze.
The moment she was targeted by him, Feng Jiuer suddenly had the realization that if she was targeted by him, she would never be able to escape again.
The master of the Tianzun Sect, Emperor Wuya!
With a swish sound, the dagger was pulled out from the side of the waist. The blade was bright and sharp. Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and stabbed it out with all his strength.
With this knife, she would not only hurt others, but also herself!
She concentrated all her strength on the blade. If she couldn't hurt the opponent, she would fall directly.
The force on the blade will rebound when it hits the ground. If you fall, your heart will definitely be hurt.
This blow was without reservation. Either he would be injured, or she would be injured!
She was betting on whether Emperor Wuya was the Nine Emperors Uncle. If he was the Nine Emperors Uncle, at least he would not let herself get hurt.
Although, I don’t know where she got the confidence to think that Uncle Nine Emperors would feel sorry for her.
Oh, by the way, Uncle Nine Emperors needs her blood, so he shouldn't let her get hurt or bleed.
Facing the sharp sword light, Di Wuya just stood there and looked at her quietly.
This tranquility does have the tranquility and ease of the Nine Emperors Uncle, but whether it is the Nine Emperors Uncle or not, she doesn't know!
The blade arrived in front of Di Wuya in the blink of an eye.
Just when the blade was about to touch Di Wuya's chest, suddenly, his long sleeve flicked.
Feng Jiuer seemed to be completely enveloped by a powerful force. She lost her balance and the dagger came out of her hand. With a thud, she was swept to the ground by the wind of her palm.
It hurts! Damn it, Di Wuya really didn't want to help her! This fall, it hurt her so much!
Could it be that he is really not the Nine Emperors Uncle?
After thinking about it like this, Feng Jiuer suddenly started to panic.
If Di Wuya was not the Nine Emperors Uncle, then he would not value his life! Judging from the current situation, it would be easy for him to kill her!
Di Wuya, who was wearing a mask, still stood calmly between heaven and earth, looking down at the girl who fell on the ground.
His slender legs moved slightly, and she seemed to be unable to see clearly how he moved, but he was very close to her.
Feng Jiuer's men grabbed a handful of dead leaves at some point, and just when Di Wuya was about to bend down to look at her, she frowned.
"Watch the move!" A handful of dead leaves were thrown hard at Di Wuya's face.
She landed a palm on the ground, jumped up quickly, and took advantage of Di Wuya to avoid the dead leaves, and ran wildly!
In one breath, I ran for who knows how long. I was out of breath and had no energy at all.
Seeing that there was no movement behind her, she finally stopped in front of a big tree, holding on to the trunk and panting.
"Are you out of energy?" Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice sounded above the head.
Feng Jiuer's heart was shaken, and she turned around and ran away.
However, her body hit a hard and strong chest and she was thrown back.
Jiu'er's back was pressed against the tree. Before she could react, Di Wuya's tall body had already pressed her tightly.
"You... um!" She opened her eyes in disbelief. She couldn't even see the mask on the other person's face. His lips... had been sealed!
