After rolling on the spot several times, Ye Qianxi was panting from exhaustion. Her body's strength was very weak.
But looking at Blood Eagle again, his eyes were bright and clear, and he carried out the orders given by his master without any hesitation.
Thinking of the tragic death of the middle-aged man just now, Qian Xi felt that her death had come.
He was in a mess, his hair was disheveled, and even his face was covered with dirt. It looked really beautiful against the purple mark.
Many people recognized Qian Xi's identity, and their eyes were filled with excitement. They wished she could be stabbed to death with a sword to see how messed up this person was.
The strength was passing away, but Blood Eagle's murderous intent was not. When the sword was swung down again, Qianxi rolled like a carp, then waved her arm and shouted, "Look at the poisonous powder."
This violent roar caused Blood Eagle, who suddenly waved his sword, to do a backflip, and then covered his nose with his left hand, and the "poisonous powder" fell down, but Qian Xi got up and ran into the crowd, and the one who escaped quickly
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At this time, Xue Ying realized that he had been deceived. There was no poisonous powder anywhere, but it was clearly soil. Xue Ying was made disgraced.
She immediately picked up her sword and caught up with her, and this time her attack was even more ruthless. Qian Xi turned around, repeated her old trick, and shouted, "Look at the poison dart!"
How could Blood Eagle be fooled this time? He snorted coldly and slashed at Qian Xi without even shaking his body. But this time, Qian Xi, who had been dodging, faced the knife and the silver hairpin in her hand shone brightly.
The cold light, the cold sharp light refracted from those eyes, flashed past Blood Eagle's sword, and the hairpin stabbed straight into Blood Eagle's neck.
Reversal, just in the blink of an eye.
By the time Xue Ying reacted, Qian Xi's hairpin was already pressed against his neck, and as long as he exerted a little force, it could penetrate into his flesh and blood.
"I don't want to be crippled. Your Highness, how about using the lives of your men in exchange for my hands?"
Qian Xi lowered the broken hair in front of her forehead, looking like a gangster, looking at Xue Ying's collapsed face, with a puzzled expression, as if she didn't understand what happened just now, how could someone be so fast?
He was already under the sword, but he could turn defeat into victory. At this moment, was he being held hostage? Was he being held hostage by a woman?
"What's the use of keeping useless subordinates?"
His Highness the Prince's voice was cold. Qian Xi felt the blood eagle pressed against the hairpin tremble, and then stabbed the hairpin with his neck without hesitation. This was the rhythm of committing suicide!
Your Highness, are all your men as violent and ferocious as you?
Qian Xi was not willing to let him die like this, so she immediately withdrew the hairpin to prevent Blood Eagle's real blood from splattering on the spot.
At this moment, three gold threads flew behind the sedan curtain, drawing enchanting arcs in the air, approaching Qian Xi. That momentum... Qian Xi knew that something was going to be bad. If the prince took action, he would definitely die. The middle-aged man was the precursor.
, the golden thread flew extremely fast, and instantly wrapped around Qian Xi's neck. As soon as it was tightened, her head would fall to the ground.
Like a slippery metal snake, it wraps around the neck, making it difficult to breathe. Qian Xi knows that this prince is not joking. She secretly sighs at her own pain and thinks that she will not die as soon as she wears it. She doesn't want this.
, his head turned, and then he shouted, "His Royal Highness, we have something to discuss, my medical skills are unparalleled in the world, I can definitely heal your leg!"
After this shouting, the golden thread wandering around her neck stopped, and the people in the sedan seemed to be considering the authenticity of her words.