Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

Huang Qingyue, who had always been strict, actually said such a slightly rascally remark.

"You... Since the seventh son intends to help the prince of Nanchu, then we have no choice but to punish him first and then report."

As soon as the man waved his hand, several of them walked towards the boy in white.

Looking at this scene, Lin Ruoxuan was slightly surprised, then suppressed the doubts in his heart, and prepared to help Chu Fengyu.

And these two people are fighting inextricably, and now they are seriously injured, and they don't have the internal strength to use the Xuanyin Qin, otherwise they wouldn't be in such a mess.

"Nangong Xiao, you'd better put away your thoughts, that person is not something you can touch."

Chu Fengyu uttered a word charmingly, swung his sword fiercely, and was cut open by Nangong Xiao sideways with the sword.

"I, Nangong Xiao, want nothing that I can't get."

"He is destined to belong to this seat in this life, and he has no choice."

"It's still that sentence, it's too early."

"Hehe, how about I offer it to you when I don't want it anymore?"

"I really thought that you, Pavilion Master Feng, fell in love with him. It turned out to be nothing more than that. Haha, Pavilion Master Feng is still so heartless and ruthless."

"But even so, he is still a member of this seat now, so no one will be allowed to get involved."

"Whether you can escape this catastrophe today is still undecided."

As the two spoke, they both held their swords and went towards each other.

In fact, Chu Fengyu never left the white shadow from the corner of his eye, and seeing him wrestling with several martial arts practitioners again, his heart was moved.

Suddenly remembering that the person's condition was not much better than his own, he wanted to end his battle anxiously, but he was still holding on, and he couldn't get rid of the person in front of him quickly.

I didn't expect Nangong Xiao to show his strength this time, and he would definitely kill him.

"Yu'er."

Lin Ruoxuan really didn't want to see Chu Fengyu hurt like this, so he found a gap and walked in Chu Fengyu's direction.

"Ruoxuan, I'm fine."

It's this sentence again, every time he says it, but every time he gets hurt, his heart aches unceasingly, so what's so good about Huang Qingyue, isn't it just that she has a pretty face?

"Well, let me help you."

"it is good."

Knowing that he couldn't hold on, he no longer forced himself, turned his head away from looking at the young man in white, and dealt with Nangong Xiao calmly.

Huang Qingyue looked at the red and white coordination, feeling a little lost in her heart, when she was in a daze, a sword came from behind and stabbed her arm.

"Seventh son, are you okay?"

The sound of badminton chess sounded from the side, and he shot and killed the person who stabbed with the sword.

"Well, it's fine."

"The seventh prince, be careful."

Yuqi asked with concern that the former pavilion master sent himself to protect him, he must be the one who cares, but it seems that Prime Minister Lin...

Without saying anything else, Yuqi joined the fight again.

The blood stained the white clothes red, Huang Qingyue didn't pay attention to it, put away the unexplained pain in her heart, and reached out to take out the white jade flute in her arms.

Seeing the young man in red struggling to hold on, the Xuanyin flute clinging to his lips exuded a trace of brilliance, and the sound of the inner force emanating from the flute moved towards Nangong Xiao like a sword.

And there were countless screams all around.

"Could it be the Xuanyin Flute?"

Du Gu suppressed the attack with her internal strength, looked at Ling Cheng, Bai Jin, who were also injured beside her, and said.

"I didn't expect it to be in his hands. I'm afraid there will be no return today."

Ling Cheng caressed the position of his heart with one hand, and resisted with force with the other.

"It may not be true, the sound of the flute seems to feel insufficient internal strength."

Bai Jin also spoke.

"Okay, let's see what the Xuanyin Flute can do to us today?"

Du Gu's palms flew, and several poisonous weapons went towards Huang Qingyue.