Fighting beyond the sky

"Kill him!" the "Old Ancestor" of the Pill Palace opened his mouth softly. Wang Zhishamo squeezed Xiao Yan's neck violently. Xiao Yan's expression was grim and painful. Gulu was dripping with blood, and Xiao Yan's face was covered in blood from the plasma spray. If this continues, Xiao Yan's neck may really be crushed to pieces.

"Damn it, Xiao Yan, you can't die, you little liar, you haven't married me yet..." Qing Muer burst into tears, seeing Xiao Yan was in danger, Qing Muer wished that it was her who was pinched at this moment, and she was even willing to replace her Xiao Yan is going to die. "Xiao Yan...what should I do...what should I do, everyone help Xiao Yan!!" Qing Haoran was also anxious, but Zhen Zongfu was seriously injured, Xue Tu, Yin Xue, Qing Ying and others looked at Wang Zhisha's demon eyes with a smile on his face. With fear, they will never take the risk to save Xiao Yan, otherwise they will become the next Xiao Yan.

"Ahem...brother, please let go of your hand, or there will be nothing left." Just when everyone was extremely nervous and Xiao Yan's life was in danger, suddenly a white hand was placed on Wang Zhishamo. On the arm holding Xiao Yan's neck, the voice was gentle but domineering, Qing Mu'er's crying stopped abruptly, Feng Feng, Zi Ying and Xiao Zhan all froze, as if time stood still.

Everyone was startled, followed the voice and slowly looked towards that voice, everyone's eyes almost shrank, and Qing Muer, Feng Feng, Zi Ying and Xiao Zhan were all excited. trembled.

With a handsome appearance and exquisite facial features, sword-browed and star-eyed, dressed in white, he looks like a scholar, and his voice has a unique magnetism. When this voice sounds, even Xiao Yan, who is unconscious, stares and twists his eyes forcibly. Looking at the neck pinched by Wang Zhishamo to the place where the sound came from, Xiao Yan saw that the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth curved slightly, Xiao Yan actually smiled again at this moment!

"He...how did he appear here? I...I read it right!" Qing Mu'er was so excited that she stammered, and turned her head to look at Fengfeng, Ziying, Xiaozhan and others on both sides, all three of them were stunned He stared wide-eyed, showing an expression of disbelief, even the dull eyes revealed disbelief.

"Nan...Nan Erming, he was actually resurrected by Young Master Xiao!!" Xiao Zhan said slowly while hesitating his name, and everyone looked at that handsome face, which was even more handsome than before, with more eyebrows. She showed a kind of temperament that no one could tell, her face was like gentle jade, but everyone was shocked immediately, Nan Erming was only a six-star peak when he died, even if he was resurrected and got good fortune, it is impossible for him to dare to fight with the evil king If you talk like this, even if you are resurrected, isn't this looking for death again?
"Huh? I told you to let go, can't you hear me?" Holding Xiao Yan's arm still didn't let go, the domineering words made everyone's mouth grow wide, and it felt like their teeth would fall out of shock. Looking intently at the figure in white who put his hand safely on Wang Zhishamo's arm, as soon as the words came out, there were bursts of cold hissing.

"Who is this person... This is the rhythm of courting death."

"He... I know him... He is also one of the strong people around Xiao Yan. His name seems to be... Nan Erming!!"

"Then what kind of strength is this person, dare to provoke the Shamo of the king so much?"

"It's... not very clear, but when did you see him come?"

"It seems... no, it just appeared..."