When the golden beam disappeared, the entire imperial study outside the sand and rocks, the sand rolled, Bai Zimo was dressed in the prince's clothes, and was infected with blood like a bloody clothes! The green silk was stained with blood and pressed against his cheeks, the sleeves of his hands were nearly destroyed, and the green tendons of the hand holding the golden bow burst out, and the blood beads fell to the ground along his arm, splashing blood flowers one after another.

Not far away, Ling Yuhan stabbed into the throat of the man in black, and blood spilled on the ground! The blood rain fell all over the sky, and he pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword, he flew to the side of the twelve, supported her exhausted body with one hand, and entered a fighting spirit, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "How is it?"

"Let me rest for a moment. Twelve gasped, and it wasn't until he came that she dared to let her weak body relax for a moment, and smiled bitterly.

"How dare you kill him!" Bai Zimo's pupils dilated unconsciously, looking at the black-clothed man who fell from the sky, he let out a loud cry, his handsome face was hideous, like a roaring beast!

"This dead pervert!" The fighting qi in Twelve's body dried up, and she was almost forced to flow back by this coercion! If it weren't for Ling Yuhan's strong support of her body, I'm afraid that at this moment, she would have already fallen to her knees!

Ling Yuhan gritted his teeth and carried it, he could feel that Twelve was already the end of the strong crossbow, and what about Bai Zimo, after withstanding ten percent of her attacks, he could still have such terrifying power, he smiled bitterly in his heart, holding the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, he smiled evilly: "You rest first, and watch how about taking off his head for your husband?"

Twelve let out a low breath and slammed a hard punch into his chest: "Over to you." ”

This was the first time she had allowed a man to fight in her place on the battlefield, she was not alone, she could learn not to be so strong.

The smile on the corner of Ling Yuhan's mouth deepened a lot, his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, he let go of the twelve, kicked lightly on the ground with both feet, jumped up in the air, and approached Bai Zimo!

The hardness of the Xuanyuan Sword and the Thousand Golden Bow collided together, Ling Yuhan could feel that the long sword in his hand was making a mournful humming sound! The hardness of the Thousand Golden Bow was beyond his imagination, if it weren't for Ling Yuhan seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately retreated, I am afraid that the sword body of the Xuanyuan Sword would be directly broken!

Ling Yuhan looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, which had already appeared with a small crack, and secretly smacked his tongue, this golden bow was really hard enough......! A bright smile rose at the corner of his mouth, even so, he would not back down!

I'm afraid I'm going to embarrass you, Xuanyuan Sword.

Top weapons all have their own sword spirits, although the Xuanyuan Sword is not an artifact, but it is also refined by Ling Yuhan himself, and he sympathizes with him, and the sword body buzzes and vibrates, as if it is responding to him silently.

Ling Yuhan injected the fighting spirit of the Martial God into the body of the Xuanyuan Sword, and in an instant, the sword body burst out with a brilliant silver-white beam! The huge light reflected his demonic cheeks as if a god had descended! Bai Zimo shot a feather arrow in the air, Ling Yuhan gently swung the Xuanyuan sword, and it was forced in the air, splitting the feather arrow in half.

The black figure flashed away from the spot, and in the next second, the Xuanyuan Sword wrapped in a huge fighting spirit had already slashed towards Bai Zimo, Ling Yuhan's whole person rose into the air, suppressing Bai Zimo from above, the sword and the bow were held against each other, and the two majestic air currents made the air outside the entire imperial study suffocating.

Twelve woke up from the moment he entered the meditation, and his body jumped in the air, and he couldn't go on like this anymore!

A cold light burst out from his eyes, and he forcibly lifted the little fighting energy left in his body, and injected it into the Zhuxian Sword, "Please! Kill him for me!"

"Hmph, I don't need you to say it!" Since the Zhuxian Sword was unearthed, it has never been so suppressed by any weapon, it is just a bow! It dares to compete with the sun and the moon? It is simply a humiliation of its personality as a sword spirit!

The black sword body buzzed and vibrate, and a phantom of a black sword had already appeared behind Twelve, and Twelve shouted: "Go!"

The phantom forced Bai Zimo with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and the sea, and at the forefront, the Zhuxian Sword came out of his hand, and the two arrows were fired together!

Ling Yuhan suppressed Bai Zimo and couldn't move, the terrifying blow that condensed all the strength of the twelve, was close at hand, he let go of his hands, the whole person jumped backwards for a few feet, and the double swords slammed into Bai Zimo's thin body, and at the same time, the Xuanyuan Sword also sent out the final blow, the silver-white fighting energy, and the black airflow of the Zhuxian Sword condensed in the air!

A giant sword alternating in black and white, falling from the sky!

One blow blows!

Bai Zimo's figure was hit by the fusion of Twelve and Ling Yuhan, and it flew into the air, the blood in his mouth continued to fall, and the golden bow in his hand also turned into golden light in an instant, announcing a complete end!

"So you're not dead?" Twelve gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, his legs collapsed and he fell to the ground, and now, the last blow she forcibly carried sucked away all the last fighting energy in her veins, and at this moment, she was as weak as an ordinary girl!

Ling Yuhan's situation was not much better, that blow was only their strongest attack!

The skin and flesh of Bai Zimo's shoulder were torn apart by the air current, leaving only white bones, which looked extremely terrifying, just when Twelve thought that he would fall from the sky, and was even ready to drag his weak body to give him the final blow, an afterimage suddenly flew into the sky from the right side, grabbed Bai Zimo's collar with one hand, and took him, in the stunned gaze of Ling Yuhan and Twelve, and disappeared into the palace!

Only the mess of this place remains.

"Gone......" Twelve clenched his fists, his heart was full of anger, and his eyes were hideous! What could be more than seeing that the enemy was about to die, but suddenly a roadblock suddenly appeared, which made people's hearts feel aggrieved? Who is that person!?

Twelve gritted her teeth before swallowing the resentment and murderous intent in her heart! Don't let her know who saved Bai Zimo, otherwise, she would definitely crush that person to ashes!

This is the second time that Ling Yuhan has watched Bai Zimo be rescued, maybe it was the first experience, he was only stunned for a moment, then dragged his tired body, walked towards Twelve, flipped his wrist, took out a medicine bottle for treating internal injuries from his personal space and handed it over: "You take it first, you can quickly recover your fighting spirit." ”

Twelve nodded, opened the stopper, swallowed the potion in the bottle into his abdomen in one gulp, a thick air flow rose from the empty dantian, and the fighting spirit moistened the muscles and veins in the body, and soon, it recovered one-third of its strength, Twelve's face, which had lost its blood, also began to become ruddy, her fingers hooked, and the Zhuxian Sword that fell not far away consciously flew towards her, holding it in the air, looking at Ling Yuhan, who had also recovered his strength, suppressed the anger in his heart caused by Bai Zimo's escape, and said loudly: "Your weapon ......"

"It has successfully completed its last mission, hasn't it?" Ling Yuhan's eyes dimmed, but in an instant, a bewitching smile appeared, and his fingers stroked the hair beside his ears, "Being able to fight with the Golden Bow for so long is already its limit. ”

Not every sword can compete with the artifact, and the disappearance of the Xuanyuan Sword is inevitable!

Recalling the almost desperate battle between Fang Cai and Bai Zimo, Ling Yuhan was afraid for a while, if it wasn't for Twelve's sudden attack, I am afraid that he would be severely injured by Bai Zimo, and after the death of the man in black, he would have gone completely crazy!

Could it be related to his cultivation method? Ling Yuhan frowned, and in an instant, he put this strange thought behind him, "You say, what is their situation at the moment tomorrow night?"

"We can win, do you think they may lose?" Twelve smiled proudly, holding the Zhuxian Sword and jumping into the air, Ling Yuhan pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a low voice: "You have a lot of confidence in them. ”

When the two of them arrived at the battlefield in the east, they saw the severed limbs and wreckage of more than 1,000 martial artists, and only about 300 people were left who could fight, the lawn was stained red with blood, and scattered body organs could be seen everywhere, and there were countless wounds on the bodies of Ming Ye and the others, all of them with pale faces and panting like oxen! The fire unicorn and the fire phoenix, seeing the two coming, hurriedly ran to their own masters, and prostrate at their feet in an intimate posture, which was the most pious posture!

It is the respect that Warcraft will only have after it is sincere to humans!

The appearance of Twelve and Ling Yuhan made the faces of the more than three hundred surviving martial artists below change one after another, they came alive, so what about His Royal Highness the Prince? Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince defeated!?

"Impossible...... someone exclaimed in disbelief.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will lose such a thing, how can it happen. ”

"Whoever deceives must be deceitful. ”

......

They muttered with dull eyes, and they couldn't believe that the top storage in the White Tiger Country would one day be defeated from the clouds!

"Who are you?" someone asked, pointing to the twelve above and Ling Yuhan with a roar.

Who are they? who suddenly attacked the White Tiger Palace, and even defeated the White Tiger Prince Bai Zimo, what are their identities?

Twelve smiled proudly, and with a volley of his right hand, the sword wind broke through the sky and fell, and with a bang, a huge ravine cracked out of the earth! At this end were the remaining more than three hundred martial artists, and at the other end, there were six people and two beasts headed by Twelve.

Dressed in black, even though her body is covered with dust, it is still difficult to hide her proud style!

"I am Sima Ruyi, the woman who will lead you to hell. The last consciousness was such a cold word, and everyone's breath seemed to be deprived of the moment the name Sima Ruyi appeared, and they could only stare at her with wide eyes and dumbfounded.

Stunned, surprised, regretful, unwilling......

The complicated gaze fell on the sky, the girl standing alone between heaven and earth, and knew that it was her......

If they had known that their enemy was her, who would have been stupid enough to come here?

Twelve things, never leave any hidden danger for themselves, the tiger fist forced out again, in an instant, more than 300 martial artists present, their bodies were in different places, and the corpses fell to the ground one after another, and there was no sound, more than a thousand masters of the martial arts realm, two martial gods, actually in the joint attack of the six of them, the soul flew Jiuxiao!

Such a terrifying thing, if you don't see it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it? Wu Zun, any Wu Zun is enough to make the four countries snatch their heads, and what about the twelve who can kill Wu Zun in an instant? She can no longer be described in such simple words as a genius or a ghost, she is an absolute powerhouse! Above the top of all beings, only one person can match the existence of Zài!

When the terrible battle passed, the guards dared to come over to clean up the mess, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, looking at the corpses scattered everywhere, the guards of the palace all changed their faces, especially when they saw that the six people who had committed the heinous crime had not left, they trembled like persimmons, and they only hated themselves for why they came so quickly and actually collided with these people.

How did they know that Twelve was specially waiting for them to appear here, with a slight twist of his wrist, the Zhuxian Sword was thrown into the ring by her, the twelve hands were on their backs, beside them were Ming Ye and others who were hooked and supported, in front of them was a well-behaved and creeping fire unicorn, and on the side, there was Ling Yuhan, who was dressed in black and restrained, and a fire phoenix who was also crawling.

She stood quietly in mid-air like the stars holding the moon, "May I ask, where is your Emperor Xià now, eh?"