"Duanmu Chen!"

The heart-rending voice of the moon pierced the silence of the space.

"Jimo...... Never die......"

Tears oozed from Yueqing's eyes, sliding down her pale face.

"Click"

The sound of bones breaking was clear.

Everyone's faces changed again, and Jimo's smile completely froze on his face.

Duanmu Chen didn't lie down, his hands were firmly propped on the ground.

At the moment when Jimo was stunned and his momentum weakened a little, he did not hesitate to break an arm, and borrowed the power that erupted when the arm was broken, and spun up with the whole person.

The red robe rolled and the ink hair danced wildly, and the god-killing sword cut through the night, as if all the light was gathered, and as Duanmu Chen's figure deflected, it brought up a whole curtain of light and went straight to Jimo.

"Bang"

A deafening sound was heard, and the air in this place was completely swallowed in an instant.

The air waves continued to roll in all directions, and the entire competition platform continued to tremble under the invasion of this air wave, and dense cracks appeared, and the broken stones were swept into the air, mixed in the dust, obscuring everyone's vision.

Vaguely, they could only see two black shadows facing each other.

At this moment, an incomparably powerful aura tumbled out of the dust, and at the moment when the dust was annihilated, a figure flew out with it.

"Duanmu Chen!" Moon gently dodged into midair, and the momentum that had been hidden surged out of her body.

The power of fusion continued to work from her veins, condensing in front of her into a pure white barrier.

At this moment, the night fell suddenly, and the bright moonlight merged with the bright starlight and fell on her, as if they appeared only because of her existence.

The pure white screen gradually became transparent in the moonlight, and the momentum on her body became stronger and stronger.

"Xuanwang Peak!"

The people present were completely shocked, and they still remembered that a year ago, the woman who provoked the ancient clan with the Xuanzun rank in the formation competition and won the title of the first formation mage in one fell swoop.

In just one year, she has reached the same level of genius that would take a hundred years or more to achieve.

She was still so beautiful and moving, and her light was so dazzling that the stars were not even colored.

And what kind of power is she running at this time?

Why is it so big? Let the wind and clouds change color, and the sun and moon sink.

"Bang"

The crash woke the stunned people.

Duanmu Chen had already hit the barrier that Yue had gently erected, and the person he was holding tightly in his arms was Yue Xiaoxuan.

Tsuki gently withdrew her strength and held him in her arms.

Duanmu Chen had exhausted all his Xuan power, and there were red blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

He raised his hand, wiped the tears on Yue Qing's face, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Qing'er, Xuanbao, I brought him back!" Don't blame yourself, stop feeling guilty! ”

His voice was hoarse, and even the hand he was holding was soft and powerless.

He is still the peerless His Highness Chen, His Royal Highness Chen, who put life and death aside in order to win a smile from his family.

"Daddy! Xuanbao is wrong! Xuanbao will never be strong again! Xuanbao will be a good baby, and never be separated from his father and mother again! ”

Yue Xiaoxuan cried in Duanmu Chen's arms, and Douda's tears kept rolling down her eyes-

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