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Ye Xuanji saw Shahua and Feng Yunhuang fighting side by side.
Both of them were top masters. They led the people of the Phoenix Clan deep into the Demon Clan's positions and killed everyone.
Ye Xuanji finally saw Shahua’s true kung fu.[
There are only two lines of poetry that come to mind: It comes like thunder and collects its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea."
Her kung fu is even much higher than that of her future husband Feng Yunhuang.
Moreover, she is very capable of fighting with all her might, and her fighting style is completely life-threatening.
Inevitably, although she killed many demon generals, she also suffered many injuries.
Fortunately, she has a special constitution now. As soon as the blood from the injury started to flow out, the wound began to scab and heal quickly.
Ye Xuanji couldn't help but sigh that this poplar nectar was really a good thing.
Guanyin Bodhisattva’s reputation is not in vain.
Shahua's luck is not always so good.
When the two opponents came at them with a knife and a gun at the same time, she got hot-headed.
She avoided the spear that stabbed her thigh, but ignored the knife that hit her head.
Without hesitation, he thrust the weapon in his hand into the chest of one of the opponents!
This is really a desperate move.
Ye Xuanji's heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Although her wounds healed faster.
But if her head is cut off, can she grow another one?
Before she could finish her thought, a white shadow flashed before her eyes.
The knife missed Shahua's head, but collided with a long sword...
That sword was obviously no match for that sword.
With a smooth touch from the opponent, the knife was cut into two pieces, and the person was also cut into two pieces...[
Shahua's body and face were covered with blood from the fight. She glanced at the person who saved her.
It turned out to be Hua Wuxiang, who was rumored to be in seclusion.
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His black hair is hanging down, his snow clothes are flying, and his body is inevitably stained with a trace of blood.