At the last moment, the fiery red whip swung fiercely into the sky, and the sky seemed to be torn apart by a long flame, and the arrow paused in the air in a visible posture, and then quickly broke into two and flew down.

"Brother Ming!" There were sharp arrows in front of him, and Yao Zhizhi was so frightened that he was about to cry.

Xing Xiu's expression was serious, she ran at a high speed, the speed of running was incredible, she caught up with those arrows and jumped hard, rolled up the arrow that was about to hit Yao Zhizhi, and shook it twice in the sky, and the broken arrows in the air fell to the ground one after another.

Escaping death was her way of turning danger into nothing.

Yao Zhizhi's cheeks were full of tears, and she choked up and shouted, "Brother Ming......"

Xing Xiu leaned over and gasped, "Weaving, you retreat to the back." ”

“……”

No response.

She raised her eyes, Yao Zhizhi was being held hostage by a masked man in a night walker, the sharp blade was on the thin veins of Yao Zhizhi's neck, Yao Zhizhi tears fell silently, looking at her with a distress look.

This person is the woman in the secret room!

Xing Xiu was about to speak, but was preempted by the woman: "Xing Xiu...... You can't protect yourself and still want to take care of this woman, let's look behind you first! Hahaha! ”

Xing Xiu turned his head suddenly, and sure enough, a group of Praetorian Guards rushed up one after another, accompanied by countless bows and arrows.

"Looks like ......" Xing Xiu hung her head, her back was a little tired, and a gloomy aura enveloped her.

"Don't! Brother Ming! No! Yao Zhizhi thought she was giving up on herself, she cried bitterly, she didn't want Xing Xiu to die like this!

"If you don't show my true sincerity, you won't give up, right?" Xing Xiu raised his head suddenly, and a pair of dark eyes shone in the sunlight.

In the air, she had a delicate and beautiful long sword in her left hand.

The momentum around her body erupted like a long dragon, and she held a sword in her left hand and a long whip in her right hand.

The fire burned in her eyes, and she straightened her back and walked forward proudly, the tip of her sword slashing across the ground, and when the arrow came, she broke it with her long whip; When they came, she slashed them with her sword!

"How can it be ......" Yan Xun'er was shocked, he muttered to himself, "There are so many people...... How could you not kill her......"

Rong Yan raised the corners of his eyes, with a genuine smile and appreciation, "Yan Xun'er, you-always underestimate others. ”

"Shut your mouth!" Yan Xuner heard Rong Yan's voice and glared at him angrily.

Rong Yan smiled unabated, "Your Majesty, it's your turn." ”

Yan Xun'er was stunned for a moment, he turned his head slightly, and a cold bloodstained long sword was pressed against his chin, but the young man holding the sword was expressionless, and behind her was corpses everywhere.

Now this is the situation...... How familiar is it......

And how similar her appearance is at this time, that face...... How much like his dead sister......

"Brocade-" Suddenly, the man who claimed to be the Son of Heaven shed tears and couldn't help but call out the man's name.

Xing Xiu's hand holding the sword stiffened, why, Yan Xun'er shouted the name of the eldest princess at this time?!

Yan Xun'er called out the name of the eldest princess in grief, and he squatted on the ground without any manners and cried bitterly, regardless of the royal majesty.

Rong Yan saw Yan Xun'er's appearance and said sarcastically: "What's the use of crying? The Si people have passed away, and it is ridiculous that ordinary people think of coming back to life from the dead! ”

Yan Xuner just cried to herself, ignoring Rong Yan's taunts.

Xing Xiu didn't move for a long time, but the hand holding the sword slowly drooped.

Rong Yan looked at her, "Are you shaken?" ”