Just as he stood firm, there was another cold light, and the sword energy was even worse than before.

After all, she was walking out of the Shura Field. Although Ling Mulao was shocked, she was not confused. She thought to herself that her three-legged cat kung fu could not compete with him. His mind changed, and a sly look flashed in his eyes.

While his feet were avoiding the sword energy at the speed of light, he stepped heavily on the ground. Dust was flying all over the sky. Ling Murao grabbed his jade hand on his waist and turned around immediately.

A faint fragrance immediately emitted from the dust, as fresh as an orchid, mixed with the sweetness of a rose, and it smelled indescribably good.

The man immediately noticed something strange. He waved his long sleeves, and suddenly there was a roaring sound and a strong wind, and the fragrance was blown away by a current of air.

Ling Mulao was amazed, but taking advantage of the gap, he stretched out his long arm, and countless silver needles suddenly appeared from the cuffs, shooting out quickly like sharp blades.

The man's eyes darkened and he let out an inaudible sneer. With a turn of his wrist, a cyclone condensed around the sharp sword. As soon as the silver needle touched this invisible obstacle, it was immediately counterattacked at a faster speed.

"Nangong Yi!"

As the silver needle was struck back, Ling Mulao immediately recognized those eyes.

Nangong Yi was suddenly startled, the sword edge was sharply retracted, and the sharp sword energy forced his clothes to dance wildly, making a "snap" sound.

Looking at Ling Mulao again, although she was light on her feet and her figure was like lightning, the silver needles he knocked back were dense and fast, and it seemed that she was somewhat powerless.

Not caring about being injured by his own sword energy, Nangong Yi frowned and flew up almost without thinking. With a wave of his long sword, the silver needles were all blocked, and they were all swiped away.

Among the tree trunks.

Ling Mulao only felt her waist tighten, and her body became as light as a feather, soaring into the air. Wherever she glanced, she saw that the tree that had been hit by the silver needle suddenly withered.

"Thanks!"

Landing lightly on the ground, Ling Mulao looked at the pale Nangong Yi, pursed his lips, and said thanks in an inaudible voice.

"No need!"

His eyes were calm, but he never looked at her.

Ling Mulao frowned. Why was this man pulling her? Her head was caught in the door just now, so she was grateful for his mercy.

"forget it!"

With a raised brow, Ling Mulao's face turned as cold as ice. She was also a master at pretending to be cold.

"Why are you here?"

"I have a habit of sleepwalking at night, and I often wander around when I'm asleep," Ling Mulao said with a half-smile, "But since the prince is not in Prince Yi's Mansion, why he appeared in the palace in the middle of the night is even more suspicious!"

Nangong Yi's eyes darkened, and then he smiled coldly: "Miss Ling is really sharp-tongued, but don't blame me for not reminding you, it's better to walk less at night!"

"The girl also reminds the prince that those who do evil will be punished. Although the road is dark at night, there are always eyes watching!"

After saying that, Ling Mulao turned around and left, rarely playing riddles with him again.

Nangong Yi watched the delicate figure gradually disappear, and suddenly couldn't hold back the blood in his chest. He hurriedly sealed several blood vessels with his fingers.

The sword just passed by, if Nangong Yi hadn't stopped his hand so quickly, Ling Mulao would have gone to hell long ago and disturbed King Yama's dream.

However, if the sword energy was swung out, there would be some damage. Withdrawing it so decisively, he was also frightened by his own internal strength.

"Your Majesty!"

A dark shadow flew over and knelt on the ground.

"Where are the people?"

As cold as a Rakshasa's voice.
Chapter completed!