After being teased by Xuan Liyue several times, Zi Mingyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, screamed, and re-grasped the whip on his waist.

Xuan Liyue's steps moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye, she stood behind Shan Heng, leaned out half of her body, and said with a smile to Zi Mingyu, who was still facing away from her and Shan Heng: "Don't, what are you doing with my surname, I'm so young, I don't want to have an extra grandson." ”

After she said that, she looked at Shan Heng again and said to him: "Look at you dressed like a dog, shouldn't it be just an ornament, but there are people here who threaten to disregard people's lives, you don't care?" As he spoke, he pouted angrily, and glanced at Zi Mingyu, whose chest was rising and falling violently because of anger.

Just when everyone thought that Xuan Liyue asked Shan Heng for help, but in fact, she was showing weakness to Princess Mingyu in disguise, she was not afraid of death and said something even more excessive.

"Stains, just your chest, don't breathe, no matter how much you breathe, you still can't compare to a man like me."

"Poof!"

"Haha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Listening to the laughter in the crowd, Zi Mingyu's eyes were red, and he couldn't care about Shan Heng who was separated between the two of them anymore, raised the long whip in his hand, and used all his strength to slash at Xuan Liyue's head.

"Die!"

Shan Heng suddenly made a move and stopped Zi Mingyu.

Zi Mingyu looked at Shan Heng angrily, and suddenly shouted behind Xuan Liyue: "Kill him for me!" ”

There was a dangerous aura behind him, Xuan Liyue immediately made a decision, threw the little fox in his arms to a safe area, turned around, Qingfeng sword out, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slammed it upward.

With a "sonorous" sound, the blade of the Qingfeng Sword in Xuan Liyue's hand slashed more than half a meter against the blade of a long knife before it could withstand the other party's sneak attack, and the weapons intersected, splashing a series of sparks.

In front of Xuan Liyue, a young man who looked like he was not inferior to Shan Heng, but there was a slight scar in the corner of his right eye, was holding a big knife in his hand, and his eyes were glaring at Xuan Liyue fiercely.

Feeling the fluctuation of the vitality on the other party's body, Xuan Liyue's eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a little surprise.

Orange Segment High-level Yuan Spirit Master!

In desperation, she had to show off the Qingfeng Sword.

The moment Xu Xin saw Xiao Lin's move, a flash of joy quickly crossed his face, but before this touch of joy had completely subsided, it was replaced by a strong shock.

Xuan Liyue, a waste, has also become a Yuan Ling Master!

How is this possible!

For Xiao Lin, why is she safe and sound!

The more Xu Xin thought about it, the more unwilling she felt. Suddenly, she walked up to Zi Mingyu and whispered, "Princess, Young Master Shanheng seems to be very unusual to her. ”

Zi Mingyu looked at Xuan Liyue with scarlet eyes, desperately wanting her to die.

Xuan Jiufeng was shocked by Xuan Liyue, and watched her fight with Xiao Lin with a dull face.

Xu Xin saw that after Xiao Lin increased his vitality output, Xuan Liyue even tied with him, the two were evenly matched, and no one could help anyone, she was shocked and hated in her heart.

The corner of his eye swept over Zi Mingyu and Shan Heng, and suddenly a plan jumped into his heart.

She hid her right hand in her sleeve and secretly summoned a butterfly that the man had given her.

The butterfly, which was only the size of a fingernail on the little thumb, flew out of Xu Xin's sleeve and didn't attract anyone's attention.

The Stygian Butterfly received Xu Xin's order and quietly flew to the back of Xuan Liyue, and just as it was about to fall on the back of Xuan Liyue's neck, a wisp of ink flashed away.

In an instant, the corpse of the Stygian Butterfly split up and fell to the ground, and was quickly crushed into powder by the air flow of Xuan Liyue and Xiao Lin's confrontation.