She was high in the air and fell straight down.

Ye Qinzhu was about to use his spiritual power when he suddenly heard a soft voice.

Murong Xiuyi's fingertips were glowing with blue light, hooking a group of Yinglan fish that had been formed by Ye Qinzhu and swimming in the direction of Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu subconsciously dispersed his spiritual power, but suddenly found that these Yinglan fish were already out of his control, and he was just focusing on tearing the spiritual power around his body.

"Treat others the way they do, Miss Ye, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Murong Xiuyi hooked his hands and stood slenderly, slowly combing his long flowing hair.

Behind him, Shen Yi'an suddenly jumped out, picked up his arm, and slashed at Ye Qinzhu's back.

Ye Qinzhu only had time to twist his body desperately, and the recorder blocked, and the spiritual power surged from all directions.

She was wrapped in it, and she could feel her body squeezed every minute and every second.

She coughed twice, blood pouring out of her mouth.

"King An Guoping, his name is Tuoba Ning. Yang Qingjue sat in his position and said calmly.

He ...... What is your identity?" Ye Qinzhu turned to Yang Qingjue, his eyes filled with inquiry.

"The twelfth prince of Anguo, the second son of the queen. Yang Qingjue continued to answer, "There are rumors that the crown prince of Anguo Tuoba is uncertain, and the eldest prince Tuoba Heyan and King Ping are very likely to have a fight over this. ”

To be able to come to Moqin Academy at this time, His Royal Highness King Ping is really courageous.

"Fourth prince, please follow Sister Lan as much as possible in case of Yuan Ning's sneak attack. ”

"I will go to Yang Bai and deal with him if I am attacked. ”

"Yang Qingjue, don't come to me. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Yang Qingjue wanting to speak, but Ye Qinzhu threw his sleeves to block the words he was about to speak.

"I believe that Jue can handle it well when he is alone, but if he adds a burden to you, you may not be able to get out of it. ”

So...... Please don't follow me, or I'll get angry and ignore you again.

The firebird came out of the beast stone of the ear bell, and its whole body was as red as a flame, and it swaggered to the sky.

The ostrich let out a long cry and pecked at Shen Yi'an's eyeballs.

Shen Yi'an just wanted to avoid it, but Ye Qinzhu ignored the pain of tearing up and down his body, used the flute as the handle and the spiritual power as the sword, condensed a long sword and stabbed into Shen Yi'an's other eye.

Murong Xiuyi furrowed her good-looking eyebrows, stepped forward and dragged Shen Yi'an, who was screaming wildly.

Shen Yi'an pecked out one eyeball, and blood gushed down the other eye.

This person was furious, put aside Murong Xiuyi's pull, jumped up suddenly, and took Ye Qinzhu's throat with five fingers.

The bird attacked again, but the man didn't avoid it, regardless of the scars all over his body, he just wanted to kill Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu himself was already standing on the ground, struggling to get up, but he couldn't do it.

After fighting with two people who were more than a little bit stronger than herself, she had exhausted her strength.

Holding two poisonous darts in his hands, Ye Qinzhu straightened his position and waited for Shen Yi'an.

Shen Yi'an didn't have time to touch Ye Qinzhu, and his body was accidentally knocked away.

The long and cold spiritual power slowly flowed from behind Ye Qinzhu, automatically separating and gathering again when approaching the girl.

The spiritual power seemed to be a trickle of water, and it was like a thousand years of ice. With a cold killing intent, it penetrated Shen Yi'an's neck with precision, and then lightly took it.

In front of Ye Qinzhu, the person who was crazy because he was blind was cut into two pieces.

Everything happened so quickly that from the appearance of the man to the time he made the move, no one had time to take action.

Murong Xiuyi looked at the corpse that fell to the ground, and couldn't help but turn pale.

He raised his eyes again and looked at the man in red in front of him.

"I didn't expect the Seven Princes to be so deeply hidden. ”

Your Highness, I really missed something.

Yang Qingjue's gaze swept over the dead Yang Bai, and subconsciously hugged the person in his arms.

Ye Qinzhu was already beaten out of breath, and the pain all over her body was even more indescribable, but now that she was hugged, even if Yang Qingjue's amplitude was very small, she was still trembling in pain.

"If I don't come again, I'm afraid you'll kill two people in a row, and then go back to your life. He just smiled and raised his hand at Murong Xiuyi with a smile.

"Originally, I was going to let you die quietly. But now, I've changed my mind. ”

A cold pill was sent to Ye Qinzhu's lips, and Ye Qinzhu subconsciously held it in his mouth.

The medicine melted in her mouth, healing the internal injuries in her body little by little.

Yang Qingjue glanced at her meaninglessly, swept his sleeves in front of Ye Qinzhu, and made a "please" gesture towards Murong Xiuyi.

Murong Xiuyi looked at Yang Qingjue strangely, wondering if he had taken the wrong medicine.

But since the other party was warmly invited, how could he not be? Murong Xiuyi, who had just died of his teammate, laughed, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and instantly rushed into the ground a few meters in front of Yang Qingjue.

Ye Qinzhu stood on the ground in a daze, watching the two red shadows dance wildly in the bleak wind.

He is really only a six-star spirit master, and he can't even keep up with the movements of the two.

Yang Qingjue's last second was still flattening his palm, and the next second he had already flashed into the air with Murong Xiuyi, and an extra long sword danced with gorgeous sword flowers in his hand.

This is...... Seven-Star Spirit Master......

Ye Qinzhu thought that they would fight for a long time, but Murong Xiuyi's figure quickly froze in mid-air and quickly fell down.

He vomited out a mouthful of blood in disbelief, and looked at Yang Qingjue condescendingly looking down at him in a daze.

"You, use poison?"

Yang Qingjue held the long sword in his hand, with a warm smile like an immortal on his face.

A red robe was like a blooming poppy, carrying his blood and Murong Xiuyi's blood.

"If I don't use poison, I may not be able to win you. ”

He walked towards Murong Xiuyi, raised his long sword, and pierced Murong Xiuyi's heart with a sword.

That bewitching face instantly lost its color.

Murong Xiuyi tilted her head, struggled to look at Yang Qingjue again, and immediately lowered her head.

"Childe, are you sure you want to give this to me, not Shen Yi'an?"

"Shen Yi'an, I'm not at ease. Although you are better than him, I don't want to lose you more than I want to lose him. ”

His Royal Highness King Ping of Anguo is a person who is destined to embark on the road to becoming an emperor in the future.

Murong Xiuyi closed his eyes, and what he saw was the appearance of the young man wearing a twelve-tasseled crown hat and dominating the world.

Ye Qinzhu gasped, ignoring the pain on his body that had not disappeared, he climbed forward a few steps and almost fell in front of Yang Qingjue.

"What did you do to him?" she said, holding her hands on the ground to keep from falling.

Yang Qingjue stood silently in front of Murong Xiuyi, gasped lightly, and leaned over to squat beside Ye Qinzhu.

"There is no other, only poisonous ears. ”

There are occasional decent spiritual masters in the world who are ashamed to poison, but Yang Qingjue uses poison flexibly and handy.

Sometimes she can't help but wonder if she can still be called a "righteous gentleman".

"How is it?" Ye Qinzhu reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Dead. Yang Qingjue carefully examined Murong Xiuyi's body and made an assertion.

"I'm asking how you are?" Ye Qinzhu knelt on the ground, as if Yang Qingjue was a fragile product.

"What did you do? How long did you use your spiritual power to fight Murong Xiuyi, how do you feel now?"

Yang Qingjue seemed to have just come back to his senses, and his hand quickly moved away from Murong Xiuyi's corpse, focusing his gaze on the back of his hand.

Ye Qinzhu peeked at it, stuck that exclamation in his throat, and swallowed it raw.

The back of Yang Qingjue's hand was already densely covered with a layer of blood beads, climbing up along the red robe, and his whole person seemed to be sunk in blood.

"Yang ......"

Yang Qingjue's wrist was cold, the girl reached out to cover his skin, and a wisp of spiritual power urgently burrowed into his body.

"Don't move, I'll see if I can straighten out the spiritual power in your body. ”

This time, Yang Qingjue did not refuse.