Originally, this move could kill Huangfu Yue and avenge Zifeng, but she was not alone, she still had children, so not only could she not die, but she could not be injured.

Without thinking about it, the silver-faced Langjun rolled on the spot, dodging the cold air that shrouded and almost approached his back.

Just where she was standing, a deep pit appeared in the ground, and dust was flying.

If she insisted on killing Huangfuyue just now and then hiding, then Huangfuyue might not be dead, but she was already twisted into a pile of minced meat like this ground.

It was a dense web of sword light, and the ground was implicated as it shrouded her.

The density and strength of this sword light, as well as the murderous aura and power carried by the sword body, were ten times stronger than Huangfu Yue.

Master, a master she has never encountered, except for Wen Tianji and Xuyun, two who can't see the depth, among the people she has met, this is the strongest one, a super-first-class master?

Although it was just a move, it made Yan Qingrui feel so strong, and her heart was so shocked, it was really never before, there was such a strong person hidden in the princess's mansion? No wonder Huang Fuyue dared to be so arrogant.

Of course, if Yan Qingrui was not pregnant and afraid of hurting the child, if she really met such a master, she would not have the slightest cowardice in her heart, but for the sake of the child, she would never put herself in danger.

Just as Yan Qingrui was avoiding, she heard Huangfu Yue's happy and resentful voice: "Master, you are finally here! I'm going to kill this person, Master, help me kill this person!"

Master?

National teacher?

The person who disappeared for ten years, when Yan Qingrui asked Xuyun, he didn't know, didn't know, hadn't seen, and said that she couldn't afford to mess with that person?

As far as Yan Qingrui knows, after the establishment of the Tianqian Dynasty, there were two national teachers, one was the former national teacher who had died when he used his life to predict that Zhou Xingyun was a prodigy when he was dying twenty-five years ago.

No wonder it's so powerful, it can make such a powerful move, and it seems to be easy to come by.

Huangfu Yue received the news that his master was coming to the capital two days ago, so he hurried back to Beijing, and just now realized that he was not the opponent of the silver-faced Langjun, and immediately sent out a signal flare.

This is a signal flare between her and the national teacher and apprentice.

Yan Qingrui thought that it was the masters of the princess's mansion who were summoned, and she was not afraid of those masters at all. Where did you know that it was a national teacher.

Yan Qingrui's hand holding the silver moon dagger tightened, saying that she was not worried that it was fake, she was not alone.

Although her body is only seventeen years old, she has been a human being for the first time in her two lives, and she attaches great importance to this child, she would rather die by herself than let the child have trouble.

And now, if she dies, something will happen to the child, so she will protect herself.

However, in the face of such an unequal strength, can she guarantee that she is okay?

Let's go, is it too late?

Obviously, it was too late, because the national teacher's gaze had already swept over coldly, including the murderous aura.

His gaze was like a poisonous snake, like a falcon, cold and sharp.

He said coldly: "Xiao Yueyue, don't worry, there is a teacher, and the teacher will help you vent!"

Xiao Yueyue, even at such a life-and-death juncture, Yan Qingrui almost sprayed, and sure enough, it was Xiao Yueyue.