Are those weird and terrifying beasts?

Or what about Xiaodong and Xiaoqiu?

Or what about the Great Elder and the dark guards with dark faces and dark eyes?

Or, what about the emperor of the Eastern Dynasty who was dressed in a dragon robe and had a majestic face?

Many thoughts turned around in my heart a few times, constantly staggered and combined, but in just a few breaths, countless thoughts flashed in my heart.

In the end, the two of them finally looked at each other, suddenly flashed a glimmer of light, crossed their faces, raised their heads suddenly, couldn't help but glance at each other, read something from each other's eyes, pursed the corners of their lips, raised a few points slightly, bowed slightly between each other, and said no more.

All along, they always feel that they still see through and are always careful and cautious about everything.

All along, they always feel that they have thought a lot, and they can protect everything they care about well.

All along, they thought that they had a clear understanding of the situation in the outside world.

However, this is just wishful thinking.

In the end, it is not as clear as a young man who stays out of the matter.

Friend or foe, what are the minds of those people?

He is not as good as an outsider.

If it is really a fan of the authorities, is it clear to the bystanders?

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Su Yunshu's gaze moved, and his gaze became distant, with a sense of dazedness.

Yan Gongzi

Outsiders?

Not count.

Stay out of the way?

Wrong.

Onlooker?

Not right either.

He is Xiao Ran's senior brother, the senior brother who grew up together since childhood, and Xiao Ran trusts and relies on his senior brother very much.

Perhaps, when he met Xiao Ran, he was no longer a bystander, and he couldn't stay out of it.

If it's not a bystander, then it's the authorities?

Who is in whose game?

Who knows?

Thinking like this, Su Yunshu couldn't help lowering his eyebrows, taking away the thoughts in his eyes, and sighed lowly, with a faint streamer in his eyes, as if he was sorry and bitter.

I can't see joy or anger.

The sound of the fight sounded, Su Yunshu didn't think about it anymore, raised his head and glanced at Gong Linggui, both of them nodded without a trace, the corners of their mouths rose slightly, and they hooked up with an arc that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the long swords in their hands turned suddenly.

The blue hem and dark clothes flew away, and the figures of the two disappeared in place.

Returning to the battlefield again, the two of them had a little different considerations in their hearts, and their shots were much more restrained than the battle they had just fought in the phantom array, as if they were a little tired, a little less aggressive and resolute.

Anyway, these fat bugs, with the Great Elder and those secret guards, they don't need to have too much pressure.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the always sharp eyes.

The white jade fan in his hand was raised, and it actually conjured up a dazzling sword light, and the sword light was chaotic, and the fierce beast couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and his movements were frozen for a moment.

It was in that gap that Nan Shiyan's figure jumped up suddenly, holding the long sword, and stabbed straight towards the constantly shaking head.

Feeling the undisguised murderous aura, the fat body of the fierce beast couldn't help but pause, stagnating for a few breaths, and then it turned suddenly, and many edges and corners on it went towards Nan Shiyan, all wrapped in cold and piercing spiritual power.

Raising his eyebrows, as if he didn't care, Nan Shiyan raised his left hand behind him, and the palm of his hand condensed with profound spiritual power, as if it was a careless palm, understated, and slapped on the sharp back of the fierce beast.

In the middle of the air, which was still a few points away from those edges and corners, Nan Shiyan's body suddenly froze, and his white jade palm stopped on the edges and corners, and he never advanced for half a minute.

Seeing this, the woman above the fierce beast couldn't help but raise her thin eyebrows, and her delicate face smiled brightly, with an obvious sense of pride.

"Click."

A crisp sound came, ringing in my ears, very clearly.

Then, several crisp cracking sounds came continuously, accompanied by the helpless roar of the beast, with great anger, and the fat body continued to struggle, but it seemed to be imprisoned by something, and it was completely unable to move.

As if she understood something, the woman's pupils shrank sharply at that moment, and the light complexion that was originally smiling suddenly sank, gloomy and terrifying.

The fat body of the giant beast beneath him trembled continuously, obviously in great pain, and let out a continuous whimpering sound.

The white little hand was raised, a few pills appeared in the palm, the slender fingers tightened slightly, crushing the pills, the gentle spiritual power was overflowing, and the pale palm was attached to the top of the beast's head, and it was gently rubbed, with a soothing meaning.

However, Nan Shiyan did not give her a chance to ease.

The edges and corners in front of him that were originally flashing with sharp cold light were all broken, and under the pressure of deep spiritual power, they turned into pale powder, and with the flow of spiritual power, they dispersed in the night and disappeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, Nan Shiyan raised his breath slightly, withdrew his left hand, and the jade fan held in his right hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sharp cold, cutting through the stagnant air, and stabbing directly towards the head of the fierce beast covered with thick hair, with an undisguised murderous aura.

Sensing the ferocious attack of the arrival, the woman's face couldn't help but change, her thin eyebrows furrowed, she stood up directly, raised her right hand, and the white jade flute in her hand was horizontal in front of her, and the dark spiritual power was swirling.

"Ding."

A clear voice came, shaking the surrounding air a few times, blowing up the hair of the two and flying in their sight.

At that moment, the woman only felt that the scene in front of her shook, her consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and the bottom of her heart suddenly surged with surging blood, and a faint smell of blood came from her throat.

With a soft snort, the woman took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the blood that was about to overflow in her throat, her eyes sank suddenly, and the jade flute in her hand slammed to one side, picking and stabbing at the side, the light and shadow were scattered, and the strange arc was crossed.

Seeing this, Nan Shiyan smiled inexplicably, and the hand holding the white jade fan couldn't help but loosen a little, and the original piercing murderous aura was also slightly restrained.

The thin eyebrows were raised, and she got a chance to breathe, and the woman did not feel like fighting, but only lowered her body sharply, and patted her little hand on the head of the fierce beast.

Receiving the woman's meaning, the fierce beast responded in a low voice, its body suddenly lowered, and its feet were violently forced, and the fat body that seemed to be clumsy disappeared in place at that moment.

A chuckle was heard, and a dazzling sword slashed through.

Suddenly, blood splattered, raising a brilliant arc in the night, with a sense of magnificence.

The fierce beast's painful roar came, followed by a dull sound, accompanied by the panicked and anxious voices of Xiao Dong and Xiao Qiu, who were originally fighting with the Great Elder.

"Palace Master!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing the air rang in my ears, accompanied by the sound of a whistling wind.

"Be careful!"