As soon as it was closed, the man blocked the wind blade, Su Nuonuo spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the victory or defeat was divided.

Su Nuonuo couldn't beat this person.

So she no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and shouted at the narrow sky on the street: "Dao-long-help-life-ah-"

The street has long become extremely silent, and the people on the side have closed their doors and windows, and even their ears are blocked, and they dare not listen or look, for fear of being killed by the passing immortals, and for a while they can only faintly hear the noise from the other side of the street far away.

As a result, Su Nuonuo's voice was particularly loud on the street, and it was even mixed with wisps of spiritual power, floating out in the wind of the night sky.

She wasn't worried that Chang'an wouldn't hear it, in her heart, Chang'an was simply omnipotent, so Chang'an would definitely be able to hear her cry for help, and then rush over to save herself in an instant.

So what she has to do now is try to sink a little longer.

She didn't notice that Yi Yi, who was also sitting on the ground behind her, and her hand lit up with a soft light the moment she landed, but it disappeared instantly when she heard her call.

Su Nuonuo stood in front of Xiao Lori with a banana fan, snorted hard, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and then measured her face slightly and said, "Little girl, don't be afraid, the Taoist will come to save us soon." ”

She actually wanted to comfort herself, but she was stunned when she heard her words.

He didn't know how many times he was stunned like this today, and the girl in front of him in front of him was talking and doing things that he had never seen before. He felt very new and at the same time a little happy.

But he didn't know what he remembered the next moment, and immediately put on a cute little face again. A dangerous glint flashed in his calm eyes.

That powerful sword intent quickly reappeared, Su Nuonuo closed the fan surface, used the fan as a stick again, and struggled to meet the sword intent.

The force of the wind that erupted in an instant blew up all the clothes of the evil opinion, and the teeth and claws were like a big butterfly that had always been red.

The straw handle with the sugar gourd in his hand was lifted out at once, and he subconsciously crawled in the direction where it flew out, only to be blown over a few times by the wind.

His head hit the ground a few times. There was a bruise on his delicate forehead, but his hand never let go, still clutching the two strings of sugar gourds that had been bitten.

Su Nuonuo blocked the sword. But he vomited a mouthful of blood again, feeling a hot pain in his internal organs, and thinking a little self-deprecatingly, this is really vomiting and spitting to get used to it. I used to read novels in which people vomited blood at every turn. I always feel that it is not real, how can people have so much blood to vomit, and when it is their turn, they find that they can really vomit so much......

Why haven't you come yet, Daoist?

When she vomited blood, she staggered back and approached according to the evil opinion, she hadn't forgotten that these people were coming to kill little Lori, and she vomited two mouthfuls of blood, if Little Lori was still killed, she would be too much of a loss.

"You'll have to reward me." She said seriously.

Nodding according to the evil opinion: "I will be rewarded!" ”

Su Nuonuo hadn't seen the person with the sword until now, looked up at the sky, only saw a curved moon, and then the sword slashed down again.

This sword is too horizontal. It's too straight, and there's not a trace of graceful turnaround.

Su Nuonuo thought she was mellow and wise. Naturally, I don't like this sword very much, not to mention that this sword also made me vomit blood twice.

She raised her fan again to meet the sword intent, took a deep breath, and was about to spit out a third mouthful of blood.

However, she didn't spit out a third mouthful of blood, and her fan didn't touch the sword intent, because in the next moment she was taken into a wide embrace.

When she saw the gossip pattern with the white background of the Xuan pattern, she finally let go of the breath she was carrying, rubbed it in Chang'an's arms, and then said fiercely: "He made me vomit two mouthfuls of blood." ”

Chang'an's wide scabbard was still on his back, but the long sword with a bright blue light had been held in his hand, and the wind in the street had stopped at this time, he glanced at the girl in his arms, and then raised his head to look at the moon in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The narrowed eyes were a sword, and the blue light in his hand was also a sword.

His wrist gently pinched the Red Lotus as if it were weak, and then raised his hand and slashed it off.

That's right, it's chopping.

His sword lightly drew a thin line in the air from top to bottom, and then the line broke through the air in an instant, pointing straight to the moon in the sky.

From top to bottom, not chop, but chop!

So the man who had been hiding in the moonlight with a sword fell.

It was a middle-aged man who fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He pointed at Chang'an, his face full of horror, and he couldn't say a word: "Chixiao...... You...... You're a long ......."

Chang'an's narrow eyes swept away, and another sword was swung out.

The man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly drew his sword to block it, but it was useless, Chang'an's random sword qi swept through his chest and abdomen, but it didn't cause any terrible injuries, just made him fly out a few more zhang, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

Su Nuonuo said that this person made her vomit two mouthfuls of blood, so this person must vomit at least two mouthfuls of blood before she can die.

The man glanced at the fragments of his internal organs that had been spit out along with the blood, and then raised his head to look at the man in the Taoist robe in the distance, who was already blurred in his eyes, with horror, amazement, and satisfaction in his eyes.

"I was entrusted by people and loyal to people, but I didn't expect to die under the sword of the immortals...... That's fast! ”

The man said with some difficulty, then slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Su Nuonuo watched the man being killed by Chang'an like this, and was stunned for two seconds and turned his head away.

She is not the Virgin Mary, she has killed people herself, and she has seen many people killed, but she is still not able to adapt to a living life leaving in front of her eyes.

This man was indeed going to kill her just now, so it is not a pity to die.

She muttered to herself silently.

"Dao Chief, you're coming too slowly!" Su Nuonuo puffed out her cheeks and said with some dissatisfaction, and at the same time put her hand on her chest and gently rubbed it, "It hurts......"

Chang An looked at the position of her hand, silently turned her gaze away, and squinted her eyes to glance at the red-clothed little Lori who was still sitting on the ground.

"According to the evil opinion." He said lightly.

The latter raised his head with an indifferent look, with a shallow smile on his lips, but he did not smile to the bottom of his eyes, and his small face was a little weird.

He said: "I haven't seen the immortals in Chang'an for a long time. ”

Su Nuonuo opened her eyes and looked at the two people with a big and a small one in disbelief: "You know?!" ”

At this moment, the sound of neat footsteps came from both ends of the street, and in a moment many people dressed in the clothes of officers and soldiers surrounded them, and then knelt down in a loud voice.

The middle-aged man who looked like a general knelt down on one knee and said heavily: "The minister's rescue is late, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!" (To be continued......)

PS: I feel that Su Nuonuo's skills have been full recently...... However, it is not an egg.,I can't beat it when I meet a powerful one-0-

But if you can beat it, what else will Chang'an do?