The moment the two faced each other, the earth turned pale. Swords clashed and screamed in the air. Bowstrings clanked in the wind. Silvery white and crimson lights collided fiercely. The shining swords spattered blood. A layer of rich color formed on the withered yellow ground.
Just when Feng Qingchen's cold sword was about to pierce Long Yeli's shoulder, suddenly, a piercing pain spread from his back. Feng Qingchen's consciousness was blurred by the pain, and an uncontrollable force quickly entered his blood. , at an astonishing speed, turned into black evil energy, penetrating into his internal organs.
The energy in the dantian was quickly controlled by the black energy. The psychic sword quickly lost its power and even swiped diagonally past Long Yeli's shoulder.
Long Yeli¡¯s knife struck between Feng Qingchen¡¯s waist, and brilliant blood spattered out.
"Feng Shisan!" Feng Qingchen heard the frightened and desperate voice of the woman. He suddenly curled his lips and spun around in the air. He saw clearly the frightened eyes of the woman not far away, and he staggered. When he got up, there was blood winding down his waist
On the horizon, the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, and a blood-red sunset is slowly setting in the west.
An Yi pushed away Xue Lingbi, who was protecting her behind her, and ran out quickly. The red light of the setting sun cast a faint golden glow on her pale little face. She stepped forward to hold the man's fallen body, her eyes It was all panic.
how so? Feng Qingchen is not Long Yeli's opponent?
The moment she supported Feng Qingchen, An Yi suddenly felt that the man's body was extremely hot. She saw the golden light blooming from the man's back. With trembling hands, she tore the clothes apart. The golden light became dazzling in an instant. , the winding dragon pattern began to break, and the veins on the man's back had formed black lines.
Anyi frowned: "How could this happen?"
Feng Qingchen endured the pain, pulled on her clothes, and whispered: "It has nothing to do with you, I want you to go, can't you hear me?"
An Yi looked at Feng Qingchen coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Are you driving me away again? Feng Qingchen, why do you have to shoulder everything by yourself? What do you think of me?"
Feng Qingchen frowned. He shook his head and was about to say something when he saw the woman snatch the psychic sword from his hand and stand up.
There was coldness and awe in the woman's clear eyes. She clenched the psychic sword in her hand, like a god of war who had stepped on three thousand worlds of mortals. Although she was pot-bellied, she was still heroic, arrogant and independent, approaching Long Yeli step by step. .
"Linglong, come back, I am your Ali!" Long Yeli didn't want to do anything to An Yi, so he called An Linglong's name one after another.
Images of An Linglong and Long Yeli together kept popping up in An Yi's mind. She clenched her hands, gritted her teeth, and continued to approach Long Yeli step by step while holding the bloody sword.
"Don't go!" Feng Qingchen was controlled by the Golden Dragon and couldn't restrain himself in pain, but he couldn't let Anyi step forward. The current Anyi was no match for Long Yeli.
"Mom!" Xiaodouzi yelled and kicked Pulao who was watching the fun next to him, "You should go and help my mother!"
Pulao shook his head: "This day will come sooner or later, Xiaodouzi!"
Xiaodouzi was stunned for a moment, wondering what Pulao meant.
Pulao sighed and stopped talking.
"If you don't save my mother, I will!" Xiaodouzi said, and quickly rushed forward with a crossbow in hand. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com