The middle-aged man didn't notice it at first, but when an unfamiliar sensation welled up in his body, the nerves in his brain immediately collapsed.

The vigilance of wandering on the edge of the sword for a long time told him that there was danger!

He raised his face, his eyes stared at Qianzi like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the big knife in his right hand suddenly sped up. A storm of attacks slammed down on her.

He wanted a quick fix.

Qianzi's sword was already a little powerless, and when he saw that the other party was speeding up, he immediately bit his lower lip fiercely, forcing out a glimmer of blood, and his brain was a lot clearer.

However, the man's violent wind on the other side was too powerful.

"......Boom" There was a long grinding sound, and the man's sword intersected with the delicate and light silver sword in Qianzi's hand, and the blood line burst out, Qianzi's face turned pale, and his left arm instinctively retracted. There, the shirt at the elbow had been torn by a sword, and blood was sprayed on the skin.

The middle-aged man who succeeded snorted lightly, and his right wrist swirled, wanting to strike again, but at this moment, his eyes sank.

Qianzi's eyes, which had been paying attention to him with severe pain, lit up, and the silver sword in his right hand was handed out like lightning.

The middle-aged man's face changed sharply, and he turned around and ran.

Although his arm lost strength, it was not easy for him to force out the internal force in his body at the last moment of the toxic attack.

But how could Qianzi miss such a good opportunity?

Her eyes were cold, and she shouted clearly: "Where to escape!" ”

How could she forgive her for stabbing her in the arm?

The footsteps were like a shadow, and his posture quickly caught up with the man, and the middle-aged man also hurriedly turned around and held up the horizontal sword.

Qianzi flipped with one wrist, incredibly fast, and in an instant, she flew out more than a dozen moves, dazzling and unable to distinguish her figure.

The middle-aged man's pupils immediately contracted, as if he had seen something incredible, and he was terrified.

"Ten Thousand Flowers Whisk Sword!" After a crisp sound, the sword, like a ghost, slanted up from behind, straight into the middle-aged man's back, and Qianzi's figure was also firmly behind him.

The Ten Thousand Flowers Whisk Sword is a trick of Yunding Dao's life.

Qianzi Shicai and Duanmu Liang, a cronie, have always used miscellaneous learning, and have never used the master's unique skills. is afraid that this person will be recognized, and if he escapes, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, when she was sure, she used this fatal move.

It seems to be recognized, but it doesn't matter, because no one will say it.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he fell down unwillingly.

Qianzi's whole body was relieved, and her brows furrowed again. Looking down at the wound on her left elbow, which was already covered in blood, she cursed in a low voice, and threw a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wrapped it up.

Without looking at it again, she turned and walked briskly into the darkness.

There is a natural spring in a dense forest on the outskirts of Yedu, and the mountains and rocks are craggy, the water is murmuring, and the moonlight shrouds it, as if it is draped in a light veil.

At this time, Qianzi was sitting on a stone in the spring, and her jet-black hair was soaked in water, soft and oily, like the smoothest satin spread on the blue rock.

She lowered her head and gently wiped the wound, carefully bandaged it with the white cotton torn from the lining, and when everything seemed to be fine, she pulled up her long, wet hair and got up to leave.

By the time she returned to the palace, it was almost midnight.

Dragging his tired body quietly into the hall where he lived, Qianzi let out a long sigh of relief.

"Where have you been?" Suddenly, a cold voice asked in a low voice, which seemed very oozing in the same cold palace.

Half of Qianzi's heart, who had just "betrayed" Duanmu Liang, was still empty, and suddenly heard the man's voice, and was startled, and the whole person "kicked and kicked" back a few steps back defenselessly, and with a "bang", his back hit the door.

It's over, it's leaking!

Qianzi's brain was "buzzing", and she didn't even think carefully about who was talking.

"What's wrong with you?" Jun Yueyan was originally sitting on the Taishi chair at the bottom of the steps in the hall, and when she saw her strange behavior, she was immediately surprised, stood up, and walked towards her with her excellent eyesight penetrating the darkness.

Only then did Qianzi know that it was not Duanmu Liang who spoke, nor was it a person from this palace, but Jun Yueyan.

She was stunned and watched the man approach, but did not speak.

Jun Yueyan saw her uneasiness, and when she came back so late, she suddenly became suspicious in her heart, grabbed her arm, and asked, "What did you do?" ”

"Hiss-" Qianzi didn't have time to say anything, only let out a heart-rending cry of pain.

Her movement startled the palace maids outside the hall, and after the "squeak" of the doors opening in various parts of the courtyard, a few footsteps came over, and the crisp knocking sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Girl, is there something wrong?" The palace maid asked.

Jun Yueyan had already thrown away Qianzi's arm in a panic, feeling that his palms were a little wet, and his heart couldn't help but raise his throat.

Looking down, the snow-white palm was a few bright red.

Her heart twitched involuntarily, and Jun Yueyan looked at Qianzi with great fear.

Qianzi took a deep breath, ignored him, and shouted outside: "I'm fine, I stepped on a stone when I got up at night, and I thought it was a mouse." ”