Princess Yingyue stopped talking and calmed her spirit. A thin-mouthed Liu Yue's waist sword suddenly stabbed Wang Wu like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole.
"Huh?" Wang Wu couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't know where a girl with high martial arts skills came out. He didn't dare to underestimate her at the moment. He waved the golden sword and slashed at Yingyue.
However, Yingyue's ghostly figure was extremely fast, and a thin sword pointed at Wang Wu's key points like a sword rain in the sky. She knew that her skills were not as good as men, and the strength of the thin sword was not as good as that of the golden sword.
It is powerful, so it is blindly attacking and trying its best to avoid the handover of weapons.
Under the silent attack, King Wu of Jindao was forced to have no power to fight back and had to retreat step by step. He had never seen such a lively and elegant sword technique. He was timid first, and after staggering a few steps, he wanted to escape.
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He suddenly swung his knife and stabbed it flat. After a fake shot, he flashed his side and ran down the mountain.
It was almost time to say that, and a strong sound of breaking through the air suddenly erupted in the air. A flying sword fell from the sky and stabbed the Jinjian Wang Wu's chest.
"Crack!" The guard Zherong, while seriously injured, still swung his sword and shot the Qinggang sword into Wang Wu's chest.
Wang Wu looked back and pointed at Zherong with one hand. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he could no longer speak.
At this moment, Princess Yingyue stepped forward and waved the cold sword. The frightened head of the Golden Sword King Wu flew into the air.
The headless corpse fell down straight and responded.
Seeing that the thief was killed, Zherong was no longer able to support him. When his legs were weak, his whole body fell down as if it was soft.
But Qing Yan picked up his body up in the waist.
A faint fragrance suddenly thrusts into the nose, refreshing the heart, so peaceful and familiar. Zherong smiled and looked back, facing those clear and caring eyes, "Three Princess, you... are here
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"I'm late, don't talk, hurry up and adjust your breath." Qing Yan's voice was almost choked.
Princess Yingyue glanced at Zherong, who was covered in wounds, frowned, inhaled, and looked disdainful. She strolled forward a few steps, pointing at various acupoints in Zherong a few times.
"I've stopped the bleeding for you!" She glanced at Zherong coldly, "It's such a useless thing," she teased contemptuously, "I can't beat you, won't you run away? I have to fight with them in groups.
, Do you think you are a god of war? One person cuts thirty people? Only the gangsters on the street would do so recklessly!"
Zherong's pale face wrinkled a wry smile, "Thank you, Princess Yingyue for helping her, but... these turtles are all thieves who persecuted His Highness the Crown Prince. If they don't kill them, they will not calm my hatred!"
When Qing Yan heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked, "Guard Zhe, what's wrong? Has Xi Ming really been killed?"
With his weak eyes full of loneliness, Zherong shook his head in pain, "I don't know, I heard what those dog thieves said themselves, His Highness the Crown Prince fell into a cliff seriously injured."
"Cliff?" Qing Yan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. She looked into the distance, but saw the mountains and mountains at the foot of the mountain, mist falling from such a steep peak... She also fell under the Langzi Peak Mountain, knowing that
The danger was that the palm of the palm was soaked in cold sweat at that moment.
"I, I want to go down the mountain to check..." Qing Yan murmured in a low voice.
"No need!" The guard of Zherong fell in Qing Yan's arms and shook his head weakly, "In the past month, we have turned the entire mountain all over, but we have not found the whereabouts of Prince Xi Ming.
, and even any wreckage, the only thing we can do now is wait."
"That's how..." Qing Yan's face was full of worry.
"Okay!" Yingyue waved her hand impatiently, stretched out a slender arm, and hugged her weak Zherong. She seemed particularly cautious, afraid that the blood would stain her clothes. "Help you to
Let's have a rest under the rock wall over there. I'll push you to blood, so don't talk nonsense. Once the time passes, the best time for treatment will probably lead to sequelae."
"I have to repay you for your help..." Zherong's pale face turned a blush of shame. He turned his head and tried to avoid contact with Yingyue's frivolous eyes. As a seven-foot man,
As the top assassin in the city country, he asked for a weak woman to rescue him at a critical moment, how could Zherong feel...
Qing Yan naturally knew Yingyue's ability. He heard that she wanted to overwork the palace for Zherong. He felt very pleased, so he did not dare to neglect any more. In cooperation with Yingyue, he gently straightened Zherong's body.
But Yingyue suddenly exhaled a mouthful of white mist-shaped true energy from her mouth, and then slowly pushed her palms flat and stroked her back.
For a moment, Qing Yan felt the heat waves rolling, and a continuous stream of true qi flowed out from Yingyue's body, and transmitted through his arms to Zherong's body.
In less than a stick of incense, the mist was tangled on the top of Zherong's head, and the sweat beads dripped downwards, and the collar was already wet.
Qing Yan stared at them with anticipation, hoping for a miracle to happen.
Zherong's face gradually changed from pale to rosy. Just when Qing Yan was very happy, Zherong suddenly snorted softly, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "puff". This scared Qing Yan.
He jumped. He thought something was wrong, but Zherong opened his eyes weakly and said lightly, "Thank you." After that, he closed his eyes and drooped.
Yingyue slowly exhaled a long breath, closed her posture and handed her palm, and then stood up, "The blood stasis has been removed, he should be fine. I just used my internal force to protect his heart, as long as I don't suffer a major blow, I'm old
The injury shouldn't recur."
Zherong closed his eyes, nodded slowly, and then sat cross-legged alone, and began to breathe and exhale.
Yingyue glanced at him and explained to Qingyan: "This should be his own breathing technique. Let him practice for a while and work together to get better faster. When he finishes it, we will have to do it.
Get out of this ghost place quickly. Now my skills and I have greatly reduced. If there are another bunch of shit guards, I am afraid I can't resist it."
Qing Yan stared at Zherong with concern. After a long time, he slowly let out a breath and closed his fist and turned around.
Opening his eyes, his eyes that were originally weak gradually showed a firm look. Zherong stood up and was about to give Yingyue a big gift, but Yingyue held it with one hand to stop him.
Yingyue smiled evilly, raised her eyebrows slightly, and she was immediately full of charm, "Hello? No need, what you owe me is not something you can do by just a bow!"
Zherong's face was suffocated and asked dullly: "How can the princess need me to repay my life-saving grace?"