"Don't!"

Feng Zhiyao let out a cry of sorrow, even if she didn't know martial arts, she could feel the surging killing intent. It's a pity that the dancing skills she is proud of don't play a role in life and death.

Xie Yuan didn't stop. From beginning to end, he had a relaxed smile on his face, and he did not feel the slightest shame that his hands were about to be covered with blood, as if it were a man or an ant who died, and there was no difference in his eyes.

The rain and the wind howled, but his palm was faster than the rain, faster than the wind.

But just when the iron palm was still a foot away from Tang An's almost frozen cheek, Xie Yuanrujian's brows furrowed slightly.

He felt a chill from within, and the rain on his sleeve was like an ice ridge, almost freezing his entire arm.

As if sensing the voice of his heart, Xie Yuan raised his head and found a white figure floating from far and near.

It was a woman.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, and even through the night, Xie Yuan could feel the coldness in her eyes.

He knew who this woman was, so he had some scruples. This palm fell, although it could take Tang An's life, but the price was that he was severely injured by the Great Snow Mountain. Therefore, Xie Yuan could only shift his iron palm towards the woman in white who was approaching like a meteor.

"Bang!"

The palms intersect, and the strength is crazy!

The surrounding rain was visibly dispersed by the naked eye, and Tang An, who was affected, snorted, as if he was pushed hard by a pair of hands, and he flew back backwards uncontrollably, and fell to the ground fiercely.

Feng Zhiyao snorted and fell to the ground with Tang An in embarrassment. Fortunately, there is a meat pad under him, but he didn't suffer any grievances.

Seeing Tang An grinning and groaning on the ground, Feng Zhiyao was secretly ashamed. Thinking that he would rather be injured than protect himself firmly in front of him, his heart was warm again, and he said softly: "Tang An, are you okay?" ”

"Fuck, I can't die!" Tang An struggled to get up, hugged Feng Zhiyao in his arms again, stared at Xie Yuan with vigilant eyes, and asked, "Sister Feng, why didn't you tell me that he knew martial arts?" ”

Feng Zhiyao shook his head blankly: "Because I don't know either." ”

Even the closest people can't figure out his reality, this Dingguo Duke is so hidden.

At the crossroads, Mu Rong and Xie Yuan, who had fought hard with all their might, were also uncomfortable, and they each took five steps back before they stopped.

Mu Rong didn't dare to slack off at all, and a dodge blocked Tang An's way. With a thick fear in her eyes, she stared at Xie Yuan deadly, but spit out a word to Tang An behind her.

"Let's go!"

Tang An asked with some concern: "Sister Fairy, can you handle it?" ”

"Of course." Mu Rong nodded confidently and said, "You take her away quickly, and I'll come later!" ”

Hearing her say so sure, Tang An finally put his mind at ease. In his mind, Murong is the embodiment of the patron saint. He didn't believe that anyone else in the world other than the three great grandmasters could pose a threat to her, including Xie Yuan in front of him.

He didn't see Mu Rong's trembling hands.

"Be careful not to keep me waiting too long." Tang An admonished, hugged Feng Zhiyao and turned around and ran.

Hearing the concern in Tang An's words, Mu Rong only felt that his heartstrings were touched again.

She enjoyed being cared for by Tang An, but unfortunately his judgment was not correct this time.

If she was really sure of victory, she would not take Tang An away, but would cleanly eliminate the enemy, and then leave with Tang An to prevent him from disappearing from her sight again.

Fang Cai's palm has proved that the middle-aged man in front of him has the strength that is not inferior to his own, and maybe even surpasses.

But so what? In the face of the unpredictable Great Elder of the Shenwu Sect, she never chose to retreat. Therefore, no matter whether it was Xie Yuan or Wei Zhongtian standing in front of her, as long as Tang An's life was threatened, she would definitely fight to the death and never take a step back

That's how she showed her love - as long as he was safe, as long as he lived, she didn't care about anything else, including her own life.

Xie Yuan didn't care about Tang An's escape, maybe in his opinion, Tang An wouldn't run too far.

He looked at the woman in white with interest, and chuckled, "Descendant of the Great Snow Mountain? ”

"Yes." Mu Rong nodded.

"If it weren't for you, he would have been dead several times." Xie Yuan smiled. It's not that he doesn't want to cut through the mess quickly, but the cold air coming from his arm makes him unable to move.

While quietly dissolving the energy in his body, he smiled lightly: "A woman is willing to ignore life and death for a man, except for the heart to belong, I really can't think of any other reason." Sadly, he doesn't seem to feel your heart. Is it worth fighting for someone who left you alone to face a difficult situation? ”

Mu Rong was also sad, put his trembling hand behind his back, and said coldly: "He believes in me, and I believe in him." He said that the most sincere feelings are the feelings that can be entrusted to the back. But people like you will never understand. ”

"I don't need to understand, and I don't want to understand. All I know is that if you don't give way, Mu Jingfeng will lose a successor. Xie Yuan obviously didn't know the news that Mu Jingfeng had already gone away with Ling Bingyan, and felt that he was almost recovered, so he changed the oil-paper umbrella to his right hand and walked forward slowly, saying as he walked: "I am the same descendant of the three holy lands, I don't want to do things too much. Now get out of the way, I can act like I haven't seen you. ”

"Heirs?" Mu Rong frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what Xie Yuan's words meant.

"The meaning of the heir is that I am the same as you."

Xie Yuan smiled slightly, and stretched out his palm again.

It seems unremarkable, like a friendly handshake. But Mu Rong, who had fought with him, knew the power of this palm, and did not dare to slack off at all, and he went all out as soon as he made a move!

The rain was like ice, cold to the heart, but Mu Rong's palms were colder than the rain.

Xie Yuan, who was prepared, steadily met Mu Rong's white palm, but this time, he seemed much more relaxed than the last time. He felt the chill to the bone, but with his internal strength, he resisted the cold that was trying to invade his body outside the palm of his hand.

"The interception of the veins of the snow-capped mountains is indeed extraordinary!"

Mu Rong's complexion changed slightly. She has done her best, and her heart is frantically swallowing through the palm of her hand, and if she is an opponent whose skills are not as good as herself, I am afraid that she will be seriously injured and vomit blood. And Xie Yuan not only isolated his internal strength from the iron palm, but even had the spare energy to talk and laugh.

Judge from above!

"If Mu Jingfeng uses this trick, I'm afraid I'll have to bow down." The smile on Xie Yuan's face disappeared, but with a hideous look, he suddenly exerted his strength: "It's a pity, you still owe some fire!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Rong suddenly felt as if his palm had turned into a huge whirlpool, and his internal strength was being sucked uncontrollably!

"Whale Sucking Skill!" Mu Rong's color changed, with an unbelievable look on his face: "You are Master Wei Zhongtian's"

Xie Yuan grinned and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, that old immortal thing is the family teacher!" ”