The feeling of severe pain and numbness spread all over the body, and "Chu Xinbai" fell uncontrollably from mid-air.

The coercion of the heavenly thunder was still in her body, and her limbs were stiff, and she couldn't stop the momentum of falling at all, so she could only let herself fall.

Li Yichen, who was following closely behind, was startled, quickly withdrew his hand, and a flying pounce held "Chu Xinbai" in his arms and fell to the ground flutteringly.

Before he could stand firmly, "Chu Xinbai" pushed him away, shook his body a few times, and then gradually returned to normal.

She stared at Li Yichen with a fierce gaze, this time she didn't rush to escape, the hand hanging by her side trembled slightly, and a long whip with blood red appeared in the palm of her hand.

With an angry shout, his wrist flicked flexibly, and the whip quickly wrapped around Li Yichen's waist like a water snake.

The other hand gathered spiritual power and struck him in the chest, trying to finish him with one move.

The palm attack power full of spiritual power can be seen, coupled with the close distance between the two, the attack is fierce.

Li Yichen was unexpectedly hit, flew backwards several meters, and fell to the ground expressionless and unconscious.

Suddenly, a wisp of light smoke came out of his body, covering the space around him, and when the smoke cleared, a wooden figure lay in place, and Li Yichen had long since disappeared.

At the same time, there was a strong sense of crisis behind "Chu Xinbai", and she raised the whip in her hand to instinctively block back.

Zheng –

The sound of metal clashing with metal is tingling.

Li Yichen's figure gradually flashed, he was holding a machete in his hand, holding it against the whip of "Chu Xinbai", rubbing a few sparks.

As for the material of the whip, Li Yichen was also a little unexpected, originally his idea was to cut off the whip in the hand of "Chu Xinbai" first, and then find a way to contain her.

failed to make a move, Li Yichen didn't love to fight, and took a few steps back, and the machete in his hand turned into a sword again, and he fought with "Chu Xinbai".

Chu Yuming, who fell behind, hurried here, his face was no longer cloudy and light, he looked at the sky with anxiety, and then looked at the two people who were entangled.

At this time, there was another loud bang in the sky, and the black clouds were accumulating more and more, like a cheetah ready to attack, just waiting for the right time to give its prey a fatal blow.

Obviously, "Chu Xin Bai" is this prey.

Finally, a thunderbolt the thickness of an adult's arm fell suddenly, and it was about to fall on the body of "Chu Xinbai".

Chu Yuming, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, didn't think about it, and pounced hard in the direction of "Chu Xinbai", pushing her away from the spot, and she was hit by the thunder.

Chu Yuming spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his body was shaky, but even so, his eyes were still firmly fixed on "Chu Xinbai", as if he could never see enough.

The rescued "Chu Xinbai" didn't say anything, and even his face didn't change by half a point, but a little imperceptible pity flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to coldness.

Chu Yuming smiled miserably, his body could no longer support it and fell to the ground, not only did he vomit more and more blood in his mouth, but even his eyes, nose, and ears were all overflowing with blood.

With difficulty, he stretched out a hand and gently stroked it with the back of his hand in the void, his expression gentle, as if he was caressing his lover's face.

The eyes are looking at the "first white color", and it seems that she is looking at something else, her mouth is open and closed, the amplitude is very small, and she keeps muttering to herself.

After saying a few words repeatedly, he finally lowered his hand weakly, his head was in the grass, and he slowly closed his eyes.