However, when she turned around, a sharp sword suddenly came out of the wind and hit her heart...
"Ah!" She exclaimed and took two steps back reflexively. Seeing that she could not avoid being penetrated by the sword through her heart, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was hugged by a strong arm and jumped to the side.
Xuanyuan Jin pulled her away at the critical moment, and at the same time struck the visitor's face with a palm, narrowly stopping the visitor's attack.
"Who are you?" He said coldly, his whole body filled with cold chill, bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he shouted towards the outside, "Here comes someone, escort me!"
If he dares to break in here, he won't give him a chance to get out alive.
However, no one came in.
"Now that I've come in, I won't give them a chance to escort them." The visitor sneered and twitched the corner of his mouth, which made the scars on half of his face even more ferocious.
He didn't seem to want to pay attention to Xuanyuan Jin. After saying a few words, he turned sideways and turned his gaze back to Zi Sang.
"Phoenix..." After a pause, what he murmured turned out to be the name she had dreamed of thousands of times, "You really deserve to die."
Zisang's face turned pale and he couldn't help but take a step back. His head swelled horribly in the next second - why did he know Phoenix? Why did he know the name in her dream?
"Who are you?" She finally asked with her lips trembling.
Xuanyuan Jin's expression turned cold. Realizing that they might know each other, he couldn't help but fell silent. He just secretly took Zi Sang into his arms, with a clear desire to protect and possessiveness.
He looked at the man holding the sword in front of him, guessing his identity, and couldn't help but feel afraid in his heart - he was afraid that she would hurt Zisang, and he was also afraid that they knew each other and had a "not shallow" relationship in the past.
"Hahaha!" The man stared at her blankly for more than ten seconds, then suddenly laughed loudly. The painful and suppressed laughter echoed in the empty room, which actually made Zisang feel inexplicably sad in his heart.
"That's enough!" Xuanyuan Jin couldn't stand it, and finally roared, glaring over with a cold face, "Who are you? I don't have time to see you go crazy!"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"You don't remember me?" Still ignoring Xuanyuan Jin, his eyes always stayed on Zi Sang's face, "Then what I said before, get rid of him and come back to me, doesn't count.
Yes or no?"
"Who...get rid of?" she said stiffly, completely unimpressed.
She has no power, so what ability does she have to get rid of someone?
"Sure enough..." He nodded clearly, pain and depression written all over his face, "We are all sinners, you deserve to die, and I deserve to die too."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his sword and stabbed at her again...
"You are looking for death!" Xuanyuan Jin shouted coldly and jumped up to block his attack.
The two men were equally skilled in martial arts. The light of their swords flashed, and the room soon became a mess. In the midst of the chaos, the man suddenly turned his sword and stabbed Zi Sang, instead of resisting Xuanyuan Jin's incoming palm.
He was determined to die with Zi Sang.
"Stop!" Xuanyuan Jin's expression tightened, and he closed his palm dangerously. Seeing that the sword was about to stab her, he flew away reflexively, blocking in front of her almost out of instinct...
The sword edge sank into his body in an instant, and gurgling blood spurted out...