Before he could figure out what the black clothes were looking for, Twilight would not let him go so easily.

He chased after him, and fought again with the man in black outside the courtyard.

"Who sent you?" Twilight worries that her identity has been revealed.

The man in black crossed his hands over his chest, and withstood Twilight's fatal blow.

"If you don't know who you are today, don't think about leaving here."

Twilight Dust struck the black-clothed Rao with a horizontal kick, and the black-clothed man dodged on his back, quickly touching his waist with one hand, and pulling out the soft sword at his waist.

Knowing that his martial arts were in the twilight dust, the man in black was also forced to be anxious, and he planned to let go.

Since his injury, Twilight's fists and feet have not been as good as before, and he is now extremely passive against a soft sword with his bare hands, and can only defend.

Twilight was limited by a soft sword, and the man in black saw that the time was ripe, and while Twilight was dodging his soft sword, his free left hand suddenly sprinkled a handful of powder in Twilight's direction.

The powder dispersed in the air, and the man in black quickly covered his mouth and nose and took a few steps back.

A strange smell suddenly rushed into her nose, and before Twilight could react, she sat completely limp and couldn't move.

He is now like a frail and sickly son, and his whole body is lifeless.

Seeing that Twilight Dust was finally subdued, the man in black approached Twilight Dust step by step with a long sword in hand.

The breath of danger is close at hand, and the fear of death spreads from the bottom of my heart.

"I finally came back to life, but I didn't expect to die again."

Twilight's hands were powerless to support the ground, and she could barely support her limp body, which was about to lie down.

"It's an order, and I have to obey."

Before Twilight died, the Man in Black finally spoke.

His voice was as cold as a cold-blooded killer, without any emotion.

"Kill if you want to kill, don't talk nonsense, have a good time."

Obviously scared of death, Twilight had to pretend to close her eyes calmly.

The South Wind Spirit, who witnessed everything in Twilight, finally recovered from his fear.

Twilight opened her eyes when she heard the sound, and she forgot about her existence.

But he is already a dying person, and no matter how much he has, it is just a vain increase.

Twilight ignored the Southern Wind Spirit and instead spoke to the man in black, "Don't kill her, she has nothing to do with me." ”

"Don't worry, I won't kill innocents."

"Among the many killers, you are merciful."

"No matter how merciful I am, I will now take your head and return to the Lord."

Then, the soft sword in the black-clad man's hand was close to Twilight's neck.

"Don't kill him, I beg you." Just as the man in black was about to wipe Twilight's neck, Nanfeng Ling's cry sounded in the ears of the man in black again.

The black-clothed man turned his head with a move, and Nanfeng Ling was already kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him repeatedly.

After a kowtow, Nanfeng Ling's forehead had been broken.

The red blood flowed down her forehead, and it was a little shocking in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry girl, he is my target, I can't let him go because of your words, otherwise I will die."

"Don't!" With the hysterical shouts of the South Wind Spirit, the soft sword in the black-clothed man's hand was already pressed against Twilight's neck.

The South Wind Spirit staggered up from the ground, wiping away tears and rushing in the direction of Twilight.

When Qianjun was firing, he hit the wrist of the black cloth with a stone.

The soft sword fell to the ground with a "bang", and Ji Zhuo Yunfei blinked with the man in black

The black-clothed Rao's martial arts are on par with Ji Zhuoyun.

After a competition, no one can bargain, and everyone consumes a lot of physical strength.

The man in black, who was still hesitant, was even more determined to take off Twilight's head before leaving because of Ji Zhuoyun's sneak attack.

Taking advantage of Ji Zhuoyun's unpreparedness, the man in black picked up the soft sword left underground in two steps and stabbed straight at Dusk Chen.

The man in black thought that his swordsmanship would be able to avoid the South Wind Spirit standing in front of Twilight and successfully take his life.

If Nanfeng Ling stayed quietly, the man in black might be able to take Twilight's life, but how could he have thought that someone would dare to rush to the edge of the sword with his body as a shield.

When the cold soft sword pierced into the body from the position of the atrium, Nanfeng Ling was not only frightened, but also shocked.

She didn't know where her courage came from.

Do you like someone and do your best for him?

This was the only question that Nan Fengling had on his mind before he fell into a coma.

The courtyard was silent, except for the chirping of cicadas and insects, and there was no other sound around.

Twilight, who was fascinated by the fragrance in his body, didn't know how to accept what had just happened in front of him

Ji Zhuoyun reacted first, and rushed over to attack the man in black.

While the man in black lost his mind, his vigilance was still extremely high.

Just as Ji Zhuoyun was about to approach the man in black, the man in black stretched out his hand and waved, and there was suddenly a strange fragrance in the air.

Ji Zhuoyun covered his nose and dodged, and the man in black waited for an opportunity to escape, and instantly disappeared from Ji Zhuoyun's sight

Ji Zhuoyun was unwilling and was about to set off to catch up.

"Stop chasing, save people!" Twilight shouted with all her might, so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

He tried to stop her bleeding, but he couldn't muster his strength at all.

This kind of helplessness, just like what he saw in his dream, he witnessed the death of the person he cared about in front of him.

Nan Fengling's face turned pale, and her green clothes were stained red with blood, which was the blood on her body that was losing little by little.

The thick smell of blood lingered in the air, lingering in the nose.

Ji Zhuoyun gave up chasing the man in black, turned around and walked to Nan Fengling's side, and helped her up from the ground.

He examined the wound for a while, then picked her up and left the yard.

At the moment of life and death, Ji Zhuoyun, who has always been calm, is now in cold sweat with his palms.

The night was too quiet, and Ji Zhuoyun could hear his "plopping" heartbeat.

Although Nanfeng Ling saved her life, she was not completely out of danger.

If it weren't for the man in black who stabbed that sword away, it would be a Da Luo Immortal, and he would not have a good technique.

The incense that had lasted for six hours had finally passed, and Twilight's hands and feet had regained their strength.

Prior to this, Ji Zhuoyun had already found several doctors overnight to diagnose and treat Nanfeng Ling, but most of them shook their heads and sighed, indicating that they would return to the pan surgery.

"A bunch of quacks!"

Ji Zhuoyun didn't scold calmly, but Dusk Chen, who was sitting in front of Nanfeng Ling's bed, was much calmer than him.

The wing room is quiet except quiet.

After a long while, Ji Zhuoyun walked out of the wing.

Twilight thought he was out to find a doctor, but he never came back after he went out.

Nan Fengling was lying unconscious on the bed, and time would still pass little by little.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning, and Twilight was worried that Nanfeng Ling would have any adverse reactions at night, so he didn't dare to close his eyes all night.

The warm morning sun shines through the faint clouds.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, blowing the hem of Nanfeng Ling's skirt and gently caressing her face.

A wisp of green silk was carried off her face by the breeze, and Twilight sighed and pulled her aside.

At this moment, Twilight was a little stunned, and the peace in her heart suddenly rippled.

It was the first time he had touched her face, soft and comfortable.

"Nanfeng Ling, you are very good. You must survive, and if you die, I will marry another girl. ”