Shen Run stood aside, his face sinking like water.

There was an indescribable complication in his heart, in which anger prevailed.

He also thought that Chenguang was sealed by Yan Ying's Xuanli, and Yan Ying's ability to imprison Chenguang these days must be because of her Xuanli, otherwise with Si Chen's Xuanli, Yan Ying would not have been able to lock her up. Because he knew that she had no Xuan power, so he protected her behind him, but he didn't expect that she not only deceived Yan Ying, she also deceived him, the moment she made a move, he immediately understood why she didn't do it immediately, she was using him to consume Yan Ying's Xuan power, and at the same time, he himself would also consume, in the fight between him and Yan Ying, the two of them were on par and would inevitably consume a lot of Xuan power, so that she had the upper hand who had not done it.

This woman ......

Shen Run was very angry, this kind of anger that was played with by the woman in the applause made his internal organs angry, but he couldn't do anything to her, it was because he couldn't do anything to her that he was angry, if he could really be ruthless and simply kill her, he wouldn't have to sulk here.

The wind is blowing and the snow is drifting.

Horizontal palms hit each other, murderous, like the benefits of piercing clouds and cracking stones, like thunder and lightning.

Yan Ying frowned, his face was as cold as the thousand-year-old ice on the top of the mountain, he tightly tightened his lips that were holding up rage, he took it without hesitation, and swung it back, setting off a terrifying cold wave. The two of them split their palms suddenly, and at the same time mocked contemptuously in their hearts, a strand of each other.

Yan Ying backhanded, the wind in her palm was like a knife, and she rushed straight to the door of the morning light, and the pale purple sleeves of her robe flew up and down with the wind.

Si Chensu's hand was reversed, and his slender fingers turned into a sword, slashing fiercely at his wrist.

Yan Ying frowned and avoided.

Si Chen slaughtered mercilessly.

The wind is howling, the light and shadow are staggered, the altar is quite wide, but it can't accommodate two people to fight so largely, the narrow circular altar, two people on the top of each other's killers, not giving in to each other, the move is fatal. Whistling, sharp, swift, without any tricks, straight to the door of life, that is the ruthlessness and ruthlessness that never stops.

The duel that reached the pinnacle had already exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, and the two of them were on par.

Shen Run stood aside, he didn't step forward, he didn't want to step forward, he couldn't step forward, he couldn't get involved. In the duel of masters, one more person to help is an obstacle, he and Si Chen don't have that tacit understanding in this regard, without that tacit understanding, he rushed to help, it will only disrupt the situation and get in the way, but it is not good for their side.

He stood in the position that was easiest to attack and defend, and just waited for Si Chen to lose, so he stepped forward to replace her. Or in case Yan Ying is knocked down, he can also go up and make up for it.

Well, although he and Chenguang Sichen had a lot of unpleasantness last time, since he didn't plan to regret the marriage, she was still his woman, he couldn't watch his woman being killed in front of him, and he wanted to settle accounts because he wanted to settle accounts, and he still had to protect her when he should protect her.

Shen Run's heart was complicated at this time.

Since he met the morning light, his life has deviated from the broad road and become distorted, and he has had many indescribable experiences since then, for example, when he saw the woman he liked fighting desperately with her previous man, vowing to fight to the death, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and he felt relieved? Wrong; Don't think that's good? It's not right, it's none of his business whether it's good or not, and he's happy if they're not good, that's what I said from my heart. But in the current situation, schadenfreude is obviously wrong, and jealousy and jealousy are even more wrong.

He didn't know what kind of expression to show, and he didn't know what kind of mood to use to face this scene.

He knew that Yan Ying liked her, a man's intuition, as a bystander, and a man, he could see it clearly. Even if they liked it, the two of them still came to this point and never stopped.

Will this be the future of him and her, once the confrontation is formed, the two will fight to the death, because she will not give in, even love cannot make her give in.

It would be terrible to be like that, he thought.

A gust of wind swept across, smashing the rocks and sending up countless powders. The two figures burst out at the same time, and the holy white robe rolled up the purple robe, like a strange flower blooming in the wind. Si Chen's eyes were clustered with red light, and his pale hands changed from palms to claws, carrying strong Xuan power, and fiercely grabbed Yan Ying's heart!

Yan Ying's heart sank, he was wrapped in a strong wind, and he had been forced to the cliff step by step, and there was no way to retreat. He can't get out of the way, he can only avoid the vital point. When Si Chen's hand grabbed it straight, he barely tilted his body, avoiding the heart part, only to hear a muffled sound on the floor, Yan Ying's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he couldn't suppress a weak muffled snort overflowing from his throat.

Five fingers are claws, Si Chen's hand has penetrated under Yan Ying's left shoulder, although it is not a vital point, but because of Si Chen's ruthlessness, it has caused a huge wound, the muscles are rotten, the sternum is broken, her claws are as sharp as a knife, the Xuan power is pure, there is no residual strength left, stabbed straight through, without hesitation, almost penetrated his chest, bright red blood flowed out of the wound, crackling and flowing down her white palm, soaking Yan Ying's purple robe, turning the robe into a deep purple red.

Yan Ying stood straight on the altar scattered with broken snow and stone powder, the Yujia beast on the sacrificial array was almost covered by the thin snow that flew up and fell, he stood on the sacrificial array, looking straight at her, the deep black eyes trembled slightly, trembling under the heavy injury can no longer suppress the feelings, sorrow and pity, it is sorrow and pity for her, but also sorrow and pity for himself.

He pursed his pale lips unconsciously.

Si Chen's strange red pupils flashed with a misty light, her face was expressionless, her appearance was firm, she was neither angry nor angry, no sorrow or joy, just like a fake. She is like a weapon, a weapon that does not produce any emotion without beauty, the most perfect weapon.

He stared at her with a pair of eyes as black as a deep pool, did not struggle under her serious injury, nor did he immediately fight back unwillingly, he looked at her intently, stretched out his fingertips from under the sleeve of his robe and held her hand stained with his blood.

There was a hint of resistance in Si Chen's dark red eyes, and the blow didn't hit the heart, which made her angry, and she was about to pull her hand out of his sternum. Yan Ying's hand holding her palm was already stained with his blood, and suddenly, he smeared this bit of blood on her lips.

Si Chen was startled, and immediately became angry, she dodged nimbly, her lips avoided his hand, but she couldn't dodge completely, and the bright red blood was smeared on the corners of her lips by him.

It has a sweet, enticing smell.

Si Chen's eyes shrank suddenly, the red light in her eyes was flourishing at that moment, her heartbeat accelerated violently, and the strong sense of extreme speed made her body tremble uncontrollably.