This feeling of being frozen is definitely not psychological, but physical.

Because when the power of darkness was heavy, Zi Ye clearly felt that his hands and feet were stiff and weak, and his heart was more than enough but his strength was insufficient.

At such a critical moment in the fight of life and death, one second is wrong, and it is a matter of life and death.

Life and death are only in the line.

Zi Ye was originally at a disadvantage, but now a slight delay in her moves will bring her ruin.

A pleasant sneer appeared on the corner of Hu Xuetong's lips, this move, even if the Emperor of Heaven came to bear it, he would be injured.

What's more, it's a yellow-haired girl.

Just when the black sword was about to carry the purple night and press down overwhelmingly, an endless majestic force suddenly passed through the purple night, incorporating her gentleness into it, but it slammed into the black sword ruthlessly.

Almost at the same time, a white light pierced the void and suddenly swirled around Zi Ye's body, crashing into the black sword like a dragon.

"Zheng ......"

A dull sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded, and the invisible qi wave instantly dispersed, crashing into Xuan Wenrui and Hu Xuetong.

And the two masters of the black sword didn't seem to be getting any better, they snorted in unison, and they all flew upside down, and after they landed, the corners of their lips were obviously overflowing with bloodshots.

Ziye's pupils shrank instantly, "Keel ......"

The white light that swirled on her body was the keel.

And the only one who can control the keel is Ionic Xuan.

In the sound of the clothes, the ions fell suddenly, and the gentle and elegant as a fairy stood beside Zi Ye, and his left hand quietly grabbed Zi Ye's slender waist and sent in the aura to relieve the stiffness on her body.

The right hand elegantly flipped an arc, impressively recalling the keel, holding it in the palm of its hand, and standing behind it in a chic manner.

Ion Xuan's black eyes were like water, but he looked at Xuan Wenrui on the ground as sharp as a blade, and a wicked smile bloomed on his lips.

"Uncle...... First time we met...... My nephew is a little heavy......"

Xuan Wenrui's breathing was obviously stagnant, and for a while, he forgot to get up, until Hu Xuetong, who was picked up by him, kicked him in the back forcefully, and then woke up and stood in shock.

"His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven......"

It's just that as soon as his rather respectful and embarrassing title came out, he was kicked by Hu Xuetong again, and he held back the words behind him.

Hu Xuetong took a step forward, leaned forward, lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you so humble and respectful to him?" ”

"He's the Son of Heaven......" Xuan Wenrui didn't know what she meant.

Even if he was sarcastic and disdainful of Ion Xuan behind his back, he was standing in front of him now.

Putting aside all the qiē, when it comes to humility, he still has to respectfully call him "His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven".

"The Son of Heaven is a fart, isn't he the bastard...... As his uncle, why should you be humble to him......"

Xuan Wenrui couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Even if he is his uncle, his identity is still not something I can suppress......"

Even though they are related by blood, the dignity of their status does not depend on him.

As the son of the Emperor of Heaven, as soon as he was born, he was destined to be the identity and respect he deserved.

If it weren't for Xuan Xiangyi's reluctance to let him leave, he insisted on holding him by his side, preventing him from recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors, and enjoying the dignity he deserves, the people of the Heavenly Clan would not be like now, looking down on Ion Xuan in their bones.

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