The slightly cool night seemed to contain the chill from hell.
Before the monk could get excited when he saw his people, he saw a large black shadow following behind them, almost chasing after them. They were clearly pursuers!
His expression suddenly froze, and his heart suddenly sank.
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, this is called Jedi!
In a daze, Juehun's thin sword flashed with light, as if it was going to kill him with one strike.
His eyes were about to burst, and he immediately risked his life and changed the position of Ning Yujin on his shoulders, blocking it directly in front of him.
Come, come and kill him, let’s see who the sword pierces first!
Although Ning Yujin was wrapped in a thick quilt, she could still feel the strong murderous intent around her, seeping into her skin bit by bit.
When the monk turned her body to block his sword, she immediately opened her eyes, looked at the thin sword with flying silver light, and quickly shouted: "Sword, show mercy!"
Juehun's body froze for a moment, and the silver light of the thin sword flashed in front of her eyes, and then almost grazed her face.
At that moment, Ning Yujin seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the cold blade touching her face, which made her feel cold all over.
At the same time, the monk and the pursuers flying behind him all flew over one after another, like two dark clouds passing by, a dense mass of darkness.
"Monk, leave quickly!"
While the group of people running fast in front flew over, they did not forget to throw hidden weapons at Juehun several times, trying to help the monk escape.
However, Juehun glared coldly, and with just a flick of his hand, the black cloak was raised high, sucking all the hidden weapons into it.
He turned his backhand and moved his cloak, and all the hidden weapons inside flew back.
"Ahhhh..."
Those people hurriedly scattered to avoid the hidden weapons, scrambling to avoid panic.
The monk wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to quickly apply oil on the soles of his feet, but he was not as fast as Jue Hun. Just as he took a step forward, the silver light seemed to be pressing on his neck again.
Someone shouted in mid-air: "Throw the person to him and let him fight with the people from Prince Ding's Mansion!"
Someone from Dingwangfu?
Ning Yujin twisted her neck and squinted her eyes to look at the dark group of people behind her, and she suddenly felt happy.
Although Ye Heifenggao didn't see clearly who was coming, as long as they were from Prince Ding's Mansion, it meant that reinforcements had arrived!
The monk who was carrying her was in a dilemma at this time, but his eyes fell on Cuilan who was trapped in the same place after tapping her acupuncture point. His eyes suddenly froze, and he immediately decided to abandon Ning Yujin.
Turning back to look at Juehun and the people in Prince Ding's Mansion who were approaching, he immediately poured out his strength with both hands and threw Ning Yujin into Juehun's arms. He immediately turned around, dragged Cuilan and ran away.
The moment Ning Yujin flew up, she wanted to curse her mother.
Damn it, don't let her know who this monk is, otherwise she will pay back a hundred times the suffering she suffered today!
When he wanted her, he took her out without saying hello, and when he didn't want her, he just threw her back!
How is she broken?
But it doesn't matter, the shadow guards are here, she will definitely be fine.
There was a glimmer of hope in my heart, but my body was falling with the acceleration of gravity, showing no tendency to stop.
Then she thought again, oh, it doesn't matter even if she didn't receive it, she was wrapped in such a thick quilt, she wouldn't be too miserable if she fell to the ground.
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw the black cloak suddenly fluttering up, and a white one stretched out, as if to catch her.
Suddenly it’s a soul-destroying thing!
Ning Yujin was not afraid that she would fall to the ground, but she was afraid that she would fall into his hands, and she immediately panicked.
At this moment, she was completely wrapped in the quilt, but there was nothing she could do against him!
Just as the hand was about to touch her body, at this moment, a dark figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd of people. The tall figure was unusually unique and distinct.
Feet flying in the air, wearing black clothes and riding the wind.
His handsome face seemed like a Rakshasa at this moment, and his strokes were as sharp as a sword or a halberd!
Mo Jingxiao.
Shura Evil God Mo Jingxiao.
It turns out that this is what he looks like when he is really fierce, he is fierce and domineering, fierce and fierce, and his eyes with phoenix eyes are so cold and biting!
He almost increased his speed to the extreme, and the black shadow directly stretched into a black line in mid-air, so fast that he was invisible.
But, with just one glance, Ning Yujin could definitely recognize him.
He came to her side in a blink of an eye. Juehun originally planned to catch her hand but instead pushed her up and threw her into the sky again.
Ning Yujin was like riding a roller coaster. She had just gone up and down in a parabola, and now she was jumping high again. The feeling was not ordinary "refreshing", it made her want to open her mouth and explode!
Below her, Juehun saw the moment when Mo Jingxiao was galloping past, and a thin sword, like a swimming dragon, cut through the layers of night and stabbed directly towards the person.
This time he was not controlled by Ning Yujin's needle control technique, and all the old injuries on his body were healed. He should have a fight with Mo Jingxiao no matter what!
Mo Jingxiao's whole mind was focused on Ning Yujin, but he was unexpectedly forced back by Juehun. He tapped his toes on the ground, turned around, and then rushed back.
At this time, Juehun was about to reach out to pick up Ning Yujin, but unexpectedly, Mo Jingxiao moved too fast and was almost in front of him again in an instant, without allowing him to react at all.
Those palms were concentrated, without weapons but with a strong wind, and one palm reached directly between the eyebrows.
Juehun could only stretch his hand upwards and exert force again, sending Ning Yujin a few feet into the air again, and raised his thin sword to resist Mo Jingxiao's overwhelming power.
Ning Yujin’s thoughts on flying into the sky this time were: Damn it, it’s quite exciting after so many times!
Below, Mo Jingxiao and Juehun exchanged a few moves almost at lightning speed. Then, seeing Ning Yujin falling, they sent her up into the air and continued to exchange moves.
The speed of the confrontation was so fast that no one could clearly see how they struck.
The confrontation was so lethal that almost no one dared to get close to them, let alone pick Ning Yujin out.
Some of the shadow guards who followed went after Cuilan, Monk and the others who had escaped, while some stayed behind and surrounded the center of the battle.
A few moments later, just when Ning Yujin thought she was going up and down endlessly, Mo Jingxiao raised his ink robe, spread his palm, and struck Juehun with wind and rain!
Juehun clutched his chest and staggered back two steps, while Mo Jingxiao stretched out his hand to catch the falling Ning Yujin, spun it around, and landed it on the ground.
When Ning Yujin fell to the ground in a daze, she was still thinking, oh, it's over so soon? She wasn't so dizzy that she vomited.
"Are you okay?" Mo Jingxiao asked quickly, with a hint of panic in his originally calm and calm eyes.
Ning Yujin was choked by his big hands and said helplessly: "Please take off the quilt from me first. I think I will feel better."
Mo Jingxiao quickly grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled hard.
Ning Yujin spun a few times like a top, and all the quilts on her body were torn off.
But Mo Jingxiao stretched out his arms and took her into his arms again.
When Ning Yujin leaned on that broad chest, she took a long breath: It was finally safe.