After a pause, the woman raised her eyes suddenly, a pair of ghostly and deep eyes looked at Su Yunshu tightly, her dark purple thin lips hooked the arc of charm, and her voice was low, with an obvious cold aura.

"I've come to invite the third prince in person."

As the words fell, a gust of cold wind blew violently, and the woman's figure disappeared in place.

A chilling murderous aura rushed to his face, Su Yunshu snorted lightly, his figure took a few steps back suddenly, and the hand holding the long sword quickly raised and lay sideways in front of him.

The smoke and dust flew up, and the crisp sound shook everyone's eardrums, and the dazzling light couldn't help but make Su Yunshu squint his eyes slightly, and his other hand was raised directly, and the palm condensed with profound spiritual power, waving towards the woman's waist.

With a sharp twist of her waist and a slight flicker, the woman avoided Su Yunshu's sharp palm wind, and the jade flute paused, and the aura on it suddenly converged a little.

At that moment, the dark purple jade flute suddenly shone brightly, trembling slightly, and a strong spiritual power swirled around its body, but it formed a vortex like a strange one, imprisoning Su Yunshu's body in place, unable to move.

Not good.

Su Yunshu's gaze moved, his complexion changed, the hand holding the long sword stiffened for a moment, and his aura around him stagnated, and he was a little unstable.

The jade flute spun around suddenly, and the flute body with sharp spiritual power stabbed diagonally towards Su Yunshu's left shoulder, bringing the sound of the wind whistling by.

A voice that was not light or heavy sounded in his ears, but the breath of the person in front of him disappeared completely at this moment.

The woman's face changed, her heart jumped, and her hand quickly changed direction, stabbing behind her.

The soft fabric brushed the side of his face, and there was a slight touch, and a dazzling light came, with an undisguised murderous aura.

The woman frowned, lifted her breath suddenly, and her petite body rose from the ground, more into the air.

However, even so, a long scar was cut on the woman's left shoulder, and red blood spilled out, staining the snow-colored clothes.

The pain spread, the woman's face remained unchanged, a pair of calm eyes looked at the man in front of her calmly, there was a chill between her eyebrows, and the jade flute in her hand glowed with a dark light, as if it was surrounded by a layer of cold air.

The slender fingers gently brushed his sleeves, and he raised his eyebrows carelessly, and the clear white jade fan was moist and shiny.

Squinting her eyes, the woman stabilized her breath, quickly clicked a few times on her left shoulder with one hand, sealed the meridians, and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Yan."

Looking away, looking at the intact Su Yunshu on the ground, the woman frowned, but it was a mocking mockery.

"How?"

"Third son, this is it, don't you plan to meet your sister?"

"Your Excellency."

A deep voice sounded, and the woman raised her eyes sharply, only to see a sharp spiritual power coming towards her, cutting through the stagnant air.

The woman's form moved quickly, dodging the attack.

Nan Shiyan raised his hand and stroked the delicate lines on the jade fan unhurriedly, and his deep voice carried a bit of judgment and warning.

"Your Excellency, your opponent, now, is Yan."

Slowly raising his head, moving his gaze from the jade fan to the woman in front of him, Nan Shiyan hooked his lips, and his smile was unusually cold.

"Isn't it too unserious to be distracted in front of your opponent?"

When the words fell, several sharp sword qi struck, forming the appearance of several simple formations, all of which trapped the woman in them and couldn't dodge.

"This is"

Looking at Nan Shiyan, who was motionless in front of him, the hand holding the jade flute tightened, the woman's brows tightened a little, and the spiritual power around her body skyrocketed, bringing the whistling wind and the whispering of ghosts.

This Yan Gongzi

How could cultivation be so weird? There wasn't anything she could have predicted.

Could it be that he has been

Thinking like this, the woman's gaze moved suddenly, and a faint sense of shock appeared on her face.

The undisguised murderous aura came to her face, cutting off a few strands of green silk that were blown by the night wind, the woman retracted her gaze, snorted coldly, sealed her hands, and slowly closed her eyes.

Breath stagnant.

The spiritual power dissipated.

The sword qi that was surging towards the woman also stopped abruptly in front of the woman, surging with profound spiritual power.

In the dark night, a woman in a snow-colored dress stood in the air, her eyes were closed, her thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, her hands were knotted with a very strange handprint, and countless invisible sharp swords were about to move around her, as if to imprison her.

The snow-colored clothes hunted and hunted, as if there was no wind automatically.

After a little silence, the woman hooked her lips suddenly, with a bit of bloodthirsty, and gently spit out a word:

"Broken."

At that moment, the surrounding air began to tremble violently, and with a deep coercion, the woman's body suddenly emitted a dazzling and dazzling light.

A clanging sound of breaking continued to sound, and those invisible sword rays were directly shattered by a deep spiritual power at that moment, and scattered in the night.

Without the slightest hesitation, the woman's slender figure moved suddenly, and the color of the jade flute in her hand became deeper and deeper, as if it was glowing with a layer of obscure light, and went straight towards Nan Shiyan.

The hair on his forehead was blown up in a mess, Nan Shiyan pursed the corners of his lips, and casually glanced at the few people behind him, dressed in white hunting, but he stood firmly in the air, without the slightest intention of dodging.

The pressure became heavier and heavier, the air seemed to be torn alive, and the hair brought a slight discomfort when it brushed against the cheeks.

The left hand was slowly raised, and the palm that was as white as jade was calm and nothing, but it was with terrifying coercion.

Without the slightest hesitation, the palm spirit power spun up violently, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes, raised his palm directly, and met the woman's attack.

At the moment when the jade flute touched the palm, the woman suddenly turned sideways.

The palm with surging spiritual power slapped directly on the woman's left shoulder.

A muffled snort sounded, but the breath of the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.

On the ground, there were exclamations from Gong Linggui and Mo Qing:

"Cloud Book!"

"Three sons!"

The surging murderous aura overwhelmed everyone, and among the scattered smoke and dust, everyone saw that the woman was sitting firmly on the head of the fierce beast, and at an extremely fast speed, she headed towards Su Yunshu.

Between the lightning and flint, a wave of deeper spiritual power surged like a tide, and it actually dispersed the woman's spiritual power.

A loud roar rang out, and the ground shook a few times, kicking up puffs of dust.

The fierce beast seemed to stand still for a moment, and then it was violently shaken out and smashed to the ground with a dull sound.

Not far away, a huge figure slowly approached, with a majestic momentum, with a sense of absolute oppression.

Feeling the familiar breath, Nan Shiyan couldn't help but chuckle, and as soon as his body moved, he fell to Su Yunshu's side, gently brushed his sleeves, and stood with his hands in his hands, with a warm smile on his face.

With a deep sigh of relief, Nan Shiyan raised his lips and spoke lowly.

"It turned out to be him"