Yu Qionghuan waved her hand resolutely, and at this moment, ten dolls stabbed Feng Qingchen from four directions, top, bottom, left and right.
Facing the attack of the doll, Feng Qingchen wanted to lift the psychic sword in his hand, but he staggered. The psychic sword was like a thousand pounds, and it suddenly penetrated into the ground, and he could no longer lift it up.
The glimmer of light in front of Feng Qingchen disappeared in an instant
Just when the swords of the ten puppets were about to stab Feng Qingchen, a white light came quickly, and a red shadow stood out from the white light, and stepped forward to hug the lying man.
The puppet's sword move didn't retract, it just stabbed straight at him.
An Yi roared, and the white tiger opened his mouth, bit Feng Qingchen's clothes, and threw him on his back.
And at this moment, all the sword moves that were originally aimed at Feng Qingchen were aimed at An Yi.
The ten swords were like ghosts from hell. The sword wind was like a huge sword net shining with a strange light, eager to break through the net and drag her into the abyss of eternal destruction
Feng Qingchen, who was thrown on the back by the white tiger, suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around quickly and saw the puppets rushing towards An Yi. He wanted to rush over, but he had no strength, and his whole body seemed to be drained dry. , unable to move at all, he could only shout out hoarsely the name that colored his life, "An Yi!"
An Yi raised her eyes and saw the anxious and panicked face of the man. She curled her lips slightly and swung the sword in her hand. At this moment, a puppet's sword pierced her back.
Feng Qingchen's eyes widened instantly. In his eyes, there was only the injured look of An Yi, and only the blood splattered from An Yi's body
An Yi turned around and struck the puppet with a sword, stabbing it steadily into the puppet's heart.
The puppet made a loud sound and turned into white powder and disappeared into the air.
An Yi staggered. There were wounds all over her arms and legs. She couldn't stand upright. She leaned on Bai Hu's huge body, but the hand holding the sword was still so strong, and her face was still so strong and solemn.
At this moment, on the top of Yushan Mountain, Bai Yue'e looked at the scene at the bottom of the mountain, her heart tightened, and she looked back at the man in white: "Miss, what should I do? What if Princess Luan"
The man in white said calmly: "She will be fine. Her destiny is predetermined. Those dolls, including Yu Qionghuan, are just clowns. They are just small stumbling blocks and are not enough to hurt her. That one in the tiger The man on her back is her biggest enemy!"
Bai Yue'e was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Miss, could you have made a mistake? That King Luan was so affectionate towards Princess Luan, how could he kill her with his own hands?"
The man in white sneered: "Isn't it possible? All men in this world are unlucky. That man didn't show his flaws, just because he was too conceited, believed in himself too much, and was too superstitious about the power of dragon's breath, thinking that he had the power of dragon's breath. He can own the world with just a breath. Now he has tasted the taste of failure. Soon, very soon his true intention will change, and it won't be too late for you to say this again!"
Bai Yue'e didn't dare to speak anymore, she just continued to look at everything on the battlefield worriedly.
An Yi hit the puppet's heart with one blow and successfully destroyed the puppet. She suddenly gained confidence, and every time she stabbed the sword, it rushed towards the puppet's heart.
"It's a pity that she only has one sword, but she has thousands of dolls, and 20,000 soldiers are eyeing her. An Yi has been surrounded. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com