Yan Qingrui's internal strength was originally inferior to Baili Xiufeng.

Under the two weaknesses, she felt a little breathless.

In the midst of the danger, she glanced at it, Su Zixian had already sat up cross-legged with difficulty, and began to use her internal strength to heal her injuries as much as possible. Yan Qingrui quietly retreated, and then retreated, narrowing the distance between herself and Su Zixian.

She didn't want the sound of the fight to attract the palace guards, and now Su Zixian, under the serious injury, could not retreat. And she's a little too busy to take care of herself.

Baili Xiufeng saw that the silver-faced Langjun was trying to pull away from the battlefield, he didn't care about Su Zixian's life and death at all, and the silver-faced Langjun in front of him was the person he would kill.

As long as Silver-Faced Langjun can't escape from his palm, wouldn't it be the same to kill her and grab the sword?

What's more, although the silver-faced Langjun lured him away, he didn't dare to go to the places where the palace guards might appear, and chose remote and uninhabited places.

However, after hundreds of moves, he also had to admire the toughness of the silver-faced Langjun in his heart, her left arm couldn't even be lifted at all, and her movements were obviously sluggish, not as flexible as before, but she gritted her teeth and held on.

Baili Xiufeng's heart swelled with a little pride, that sword is really coveted, but soon it will be in his pocket, he will kill the silver-faced Langjun now, and immediately bring the sword back to the secret place of the Baili family, please come up with a secret, let Xuanyue Sword recognize the master.

The sword is his.

The sword is secondary, and he is the only one who has the opportunity to explore the secret of this sword.

Baili Xiufeng's soft sword has already cut a few wounds on the silver-faced Langjun's body, I don't know if it is because of the paralysis of the body and the sluggishness, or because of the silver-faced Langjun's perseverance, she doesn't seem to feel it at all, letting the blood drip on the leaves and grass, just clenching her teeth and holding on.

Bang......

Like flying Su Zixian, Yan Qingrui's body also flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell to the grass.

However, when Yan Qingrui fell, she jumped up and stood straight. It's just that internal injuries are internal injuries, and after receiving such a heavy palm, she couldn't help the sweetness in her throat after all, and a mouthful of blood spurted to the ground.

Under the silver mask, there is a bright red blood-stained lip flap, bewitching, poignant, but beautiful......

The murderous aura in Baili Xiufeng's eyes condensed again, striking while the iron was hot, this person was so cunning and treacherous, just taking advantage of this time to kill her. The light of the soft sword shone brightly, and he suddenly held the sword in both hands, like a sword, condensed the internal force, and slashed towards the head of the silver-faced Langjun.

This sword is a frontal attack, with a murderous aura that soars to the sky, and the sword aura is fierce, and it will definitely be able to split the seriously injured silver-faced Langjun into two.

The surrounding leaves moved without wind, and the sword light and sword qi, like substance, condensed into a wall of light, and swept towards the silver-faced Langjun.

Yan Qingrui's eyes changed slightly.

The pressure of this sword was like a mountain, and even if she didn't receive this palm, it was just a paralyzing poison, and it was difficult to avoid it.

She took seven or eight steps back, but the sword qi was still there, and the sword qi swept towards her, and she was now a little difficult to lift her arms, the paralyzing poison greatly affected the flexibility of her body, although she ate an antidote pill, it had no effect on this poison.

She gritted her teeth, raised her whole body, and raised her sword to block.

The strength of the sword was overwhelming, and her legs were no longer weak, and she sat down on the ground, spurting out another mouthful of blood.

Yan Qingrui smiled bitterly in her heart, she didn't expect her to die in the hands of Baili Xiufeng.