Jun Moying came out quickly, but unfortunately he only had one hand, and at this moment, the man opposite was seriously injured, and how powerful that palm was, I'm afraid only he knew.

Losing both sides has never been the result he wants, and the best option at this moment is to evacuate, otherwise they won't be able to leave even if they want to wait for more reinforcements from the other side to arrive.

Can......

This seems to be the second time in his life that he can't control his thoughts and actions.

He just wants Jun Moying to die now.

Jun Moying was wearing a black robe, and he was wearing a white robe, so the injuries on his body looked extremely serious. Patches of blood stained his shirt red, and the longer the fight continued, the more scars there were on the two of them.

Even Jun Moying was shocked, this man seemed to be fighting him with a desperate expression.

I don't know how long it took, so long that Feng Qian's legs no longer had the strength to support her, so long that her eyes were so sore that she could barely open them, and the two people on the cliff finally gradually separated the winners and losers, and Jun Moying had the upper hand because of the lack of one-handed body.

Shadow Moon and Jun Hanxiao were about to rush up almost in the next second.

But where the flowing wind will let them succeed, they immediately fly over to block it.

"Your Majesty!"

"Brother Huang!"

I don't know whose voice sounded, shocked and angry, wringing deep trembling.

The sharp palm wind swept by, and it was obvious that in so many fighting sounds, Feng Qian couldn't tell it at all, but there was only this one voice left in her world, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

It was not only the man in the ink robe on the cliff who shook open with a heavy palm, but also shattered Feng Qian's heart at that moment.

When she saw that it was not Jun Moying who was standing coldly on the edge of the cliff in the end, when she saw the dark figure disappear from sight, the strength of her whole body seemed to be drained, but she didn't know why she could still rush over and follow closely.

Perhaps, instinct.

I remembered what she herself said: If you don't leave me, I will live and die.

She finally did it......

When her body continued to fall, she clearly saw that the face of the man on the edge of the cliff had changed greatly, and in the north wind of hunting, the long white shadow shook violently, and her hands stretched out uncontrollably towards her, until she was pulled by the woman beside him.

His lips seemed to move, but Feng Qian couldn't hear any sound anymore.

"Lord, calm down." The woman deliberately lowered her voice and stood beside him, holding his hand tightly, trying to calm him down at the moment, feeling his body tremble violently, and her heart throbbed in pain.

"Find."

A word of pain and hoarseness was clearly squeezed out of the depths of the throat.

"Lord, but now ......"

The man didn't give her a chance to speak at all, turned around and left.

Liufeng looked at the man's bleak back and shook his head at her. Now it is impossible for the Lord to listen to anyone, no matter how dangerous it is, no matter how unfavorable the environment is, it is impossible for the Lord to just give up.

The man behind him was once again in a stalemate of fighting, protecting the man from retreating, but he didn't even have the strength to take a quick step.

I can't tell what I feel in my heart, maybe the deepest pain involves regret.

Losing control again and again, regretting again and again, these feelings that should not have appeared on him have long been deeply planted when they are recalled at this moment.

That woman is really ruthless enough.