Qing Feixue met the enemy with all her might, dodged a palm, intertwined fists and feet in her close body, and the short sword in her sleeve was instantly stabbed, and was dissolved by Jue Cheng with internal force, but was snatched away by Jue Yan, and her arm was injured by the belly of the sword, and she didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and every counterattack was intercepted by Jue Ling.

Steward Luo heard the conversation between Qing Feixue and Jue Ling, and was stunned for a while, and when he came to his senses and saw that Qing Feixue and Jue Ling had already faced, he took this opportunity to prepare to escape with the princess, and was entangled by three black-clothed people just out of the door of the dormitory. The man in black was ruthless, and he went towards the baby in Steward Luo's arms, forcing Steward Luo to protect him, and he had already suffered a lot of sword wounds, and the blood dripped and soaked the swaddling clothes.

Time passed minute by minute, Steward Luo's side was a little exhausted, and Qing Feixue's side was already injured.

Steward Luo knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to rush out, so he had to retreat in, Qing Feixue saw the figure of Steward Luo, and then saw that the swaddling clothes in his arms were already bloodstained, and his heart sank, and he was hit in the back by a desperate one for a while, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently. Jue Qi saw the clue, and expected that it must be Qing Feixue's child in the swaddling clothes, so he strengthened his offensive and attacked the child. Qing Feixue and Steward Luo were attacked by the enemy, the two of them desperately protected the child, both of them held on with a breath, Qing Feixue made up her mind and dragged Steward Luo into the dormitory, hurriedly closed the door, and instructed the maid in the hall to move all the items that could be moved over to block the door, looked at the child with tears in her eyes, handed her over to the nurse, stumbled to the dresser, took out a red sandalwood box, and opened it to see five special gold needles about two inches long. Qing Feixue tightened her eyebrows, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding a golden needle to pour all the inside, piercing into her body with a very fast and special technique, a very human can bear the pain and cracks wrapped layer by layer, Qing Feixue screamed violently, and then opened her eyes to see red eyes, and three thousand ink hairs turned into silver threads.

There was a bang on the door, broken trees flew sideways, everyone hid in the corner of the wall and closed their eyes tremblingly, a row of black-clothed people walked in with swords, and the breath of death was approaching.

"Ah...", before a few black-clothed people could react, they were in a different place, Qing Feixue pinched the neck of a black-clothed person, let him struggle as hard as he could, and with a click, the black-clothed man was thrown out.

"Princess... You", Steward Luo exclaimed in surprise when he saw Qing Feixue come out, and the others were so frightened by the sudden killing that they didn't dare to breathe.

Qing Feixue walked straight towards Jue Ling, it was a feeling of suffocation that walked with death, Jue Qi's hands and feet trembled involuntarily, thinking that this is the forbidden technique of Wuji Gate, it can actually push people's skills to the limit, it will be just a while, see how far it can go.

The distance between the two of them, the speed that is invisible to the naked eye, and the fight has been dozens of moves, and the absolute fly retreats to the outside of the hall, covered with scars, one of them is almost unstable, one leg has been blurred and trembling violently, thinking that it is so powerful, it seems that it will be in vain today.

"Xue'er...", Yan Moyu's figure had already flashed in quickly, and several black-clothed people went up with swords, and they all fell in a pool of blood one by one, all of them were killed with a sword.

Seeing Yan Moyu's moves, he knew in his heart, "It's him, it's actually King Kang", thinking about not leaving, I'm afraid I won't be able to go, it turned out that he was supporting those hall masters in the dark all these years, no wonder he had the strength to compete with himself.

Yan Moyu caught a glimpse of Jue Yan and didn't chase after him, his mind was all on Qing Feixue, he saw a blood-stained white dress, silver hair fluttering in the wind, red eyes were lifeless, some only killed, his heart was like a knife, he hurried to Qing Feixue, but unexpectedly, Qing Feixue hit him with a palm, sideways avoidance, pulled the person in front of him into his arms with both hands, wrapped his slender waist with one hand, and stroked the back of his head with the other, how the person in his arms struggled, and muttered: "Xue'er... It's me, I'm Mo Yu, I'm back, I'm sorry, it's me who is not good, I didn't protect you, Xue'er... Xue'er...", she lowered her head and buried herself in the neck socket of Qing Feixue.

Qing Feixue listened to the voice of the man beside her, felt a lot more relieved, stopped resisting, and slowly obeyed and quiet. A baby's cry came, Qing Feixue was stung by something in her heart, the color of her eyes gradually returned to normal, and tears fell down without obeying the call, but the silver hair on her head was still very dazzling.

"Xue'er..."Yan Moyu held up Qing Feixue's little face with both hands, and a deep kiss was imprinted.

The high priest Yan Li walked from the gate of King Kang's mansion to the inner hall, looking at the traces after this killing, his heart could not be calm, after seeing Yan Moyu and Qing Feixue, he was a little relieved, and ordered the attendant who reported the news to go back to the palace to find someone, and he walked to the palace to appease the frightened people and wounded soldiers.