It's not that the people from Shangguan Qianyu's faction are too weak, but that Yan Qingrui is too strong, and Shangguan Qianyu knows that Yan Qingrui still repels him and doesn't want to disgust her, so he didn't say anything about this secret guard, and Yan Qingrui didn't ask. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps at this moment, the two guards thought that the person they wanted to protect was sleeping peacefully in the room, and it was impossible for them to become reinforcements.

There is a branch rudder of Wanyu Hall nearby, but these black-clothed people are so strong, the ordinary disciples of Wanyu Hall are just sending them to death when they come, and the general rudder is not in the same direction as this side, even if Han Zan and others rush to come, she may not be able to hold on.

The leader was very cunning, and in the siege of his four companions, he was looking for an opportunity to attack, and his moves were yin and poisonous.

He had already shot more than a dozen times, and each time he was narrowly avoided by Yan Qingrui in the shadow of the sword and sword.

He glanced at his companions, and the four of them were attacking tightly, and the blades blocked Yan Qingrui's upper, middle and lower three roads, Yan Qingrui relied on the silver moon dagger in his hand to cut off one of the people's weapons, winning himself a chance to breathe.

But at this moment, the leader saw the opportunity and made another move, he concentrated on his palm and struck at Yan Qingrui.

At this moment, Yan Qingrui was in a heavy siege, the people on the left and in front of her were swords, Yan Qingrui didn't want to be pierced with a transparent hole on her body, so she had to dodge backwards.

This leader is to calculate that Yan Qingrui will have such a reaction, and the direction of the attack is the position where Yan Qingrui must retreat.

As long as Yan Qingrui retreated, it was like she had been sent to the palm of the leader, and the leader laughed fiercely, as long as he seriously injured him with one palm, leaving half a breath, and then grabbed him back.

If this kid can be used by his master, then it is the power of the master, and if he cannot be used by his master, he will also become a dead man.

When Yan Qingrui took half a step back, she realized that the leader was calculating, and between the lightning and fire, he forcibly changed direction and turned sideways to the right.

Pengdi slapped the back of his shoulder, but because Yan Qingrui's body was twisted, most of that strength had been lost.

The leader's sinister smile froze on his face, this kid was really as slippery as a loach, and in this case, he could still avoid the vital point.

Originally, with one palm, the palm in the back of the heart that could directly hit people with no power to fight back became a palm that removed most of the force and hit it on the shoulder and back, the effect was completely different, and it did not cause any hindrance to Yan Qingrui's actions.

Such a good opportunity, but he failed to subdue people with serious injuries, and the leader shouted that it was a pity, and he had to admire the experience of this silver-faced man.

How fast was this reaction, and what a sensitive response to be able to escape the heavy blow just now? They made a move, and it was rare to encounter such an opponent, and in the midst of the attack of five people, in the midst of his personal attack, this kid who obviously looked like an average internal force had supported so many moves, and he had only suffered some minor injuries.

If this man is not of use to his master, he will not be able to let him live.

Although it was only a slap on the shoulder, although most of the strength had been removed, it still hurt to the bone marrow when it fell on Yan Qingrui's body. The internal organs were injured, and a mouthful of sweet blood gushed up her throat, and she endured it, but there was still blood running down the corners of her lips.

Although the silver mask covered most of her face, her mouth and chin were exposed, and the bright red blood stains slipped down the corners of her white lips, even in the moonlit night, there was still a cold and bewitching feeling.