Bang!

With a loud bang, both of them stepped back at the same time, each taking a few steps back, and fell from the sky.

After landing, Twelve stepped back one meter, holding the right shoulder bone with his left hand, and the entire right hand had completely lost his strength, and fell unnaturally to his side, this woman was really ruthless! Twelve's eyes were cold, and she lost a hand, but she didn't see the slightest timidity on her face, but her fighting spirit was even higher.

Twelve smiled defiantly, spread his left hand forward, and hooked his index finger, "Come." ”

That attitude, that tone, is clearly playing monkey!

When did the white-clothed envoy suffer such humiliation? Obviously she was a woman with low strength, but she looked like she was not afraid of heaven and earth, which really made people feel annoyed, and they fought in battle! Ten percent of the fighting spirit and coercion were all dispersed, and the twelve hearts were shocked, and the sixth order of the martial honor? This is the strength of the envoy of the Xuannu Palace?

The first order is against the fifth order, and the superior is immediate!

The tip of her tongue licked around her lips, and Twelve not only did not retreat, but leaned forward and fought in close quarters! Unfortunately, her fist was blocked by a qi shield around the body of the white-clothed messenger, and her finger bones seemed to hit a thick wall!

"Shit!" Twelve cursed, his legs flipped backwards in the air, and the whole person took two steps backwards.

"You have the ability to try to break it. The white-clothed envoy provoked, reaching Wuzun can turn the fighting qi into a shield, she has been cultivating since she was a child, and she has already understood the use of the fighting qi, where is Twelve, a halfway monk, can compare? Twelve frowned, and the moves on the Tianao book naturally appeared in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, she condensed the tumbling air flow in her body into a line, her eyes were half-closed, her left hand drew a half-circle in the air, a golden gas visible to the naked eye, and then her fingertips cut through the air, and an ominous premonition enveloped the tip of the white-clothed messenger's heart, no! She hurriedly retreated.

Rumble!

There was a thunderclap on the ground, the yellow sand covered the sky, and the earth was shaking, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping! The air behind the twelve was strangely condensed into the appearance of a lion, and the figure was as fast as lightning, approaching the white-clothed messenger, his left hand was a claw in the air, and his thin lips were slightly opened: "Go!"

The lion opened his bloody jaw and flew towards the place where the white-clothed messenger was.

The huge sense of oppression is terrifying, the air is rolling up in the sky, the earth is cracking, the ground is shaking, and the wind and clouds are changing color!

Mu Li, who was watching the battle, flashed in his eyes, this move, if it was attacked head-on, he asked himself that he was only forty percent sure of taking it!

The figure of the white-clothed messenger was quickly swallowed up by the lion, the fighting energy in the twelve bodies dried up instantly, the whole person was like a withered flower, the cold sweat on the forehead did not stop, the lower plate was weak and weak, the body staggered, fell to the ground with a plop, his face was almost pale, the moves in the Tianao book, although strong, but every move used, would exhaust her strength, now she, let alone get up, even if she moved her fingers, it was impossible!

"hahahaha-" A rampant laugh came from the dusty smoke, and the twelve eyebrows froze, and their hearts were shocked, she was not dead?

After the dense fog dissipated, the white-clothed messenger was stained with blood, and his wounds were dripping all over his body, and the veil on his face had already fallen, and half of his face was ruined by the move of Twelve, stained with blood, his right hand hung down to his side, and the skin and flesh on his arm were almost blown into ashes by the explosion, and he could almost see Sen Bai's bones!

Won't die like this!?

Twelve hands were struggling to prop up on the ground, her body shook several times, her body had no fighting energy, her right shoulder was shattered, even so, she still stubbornly stood up from the ground! The thin body, proudly under the blue sky and white clouds, her delicate face, fearless! The left finger bone had already been broken, and her vision was blurred, she squinted her eyes and looked intently at the white-clothed messenger covered in blood in the dust, and the killing intent in her heart was raging!

The white-clothed messenger wiped the blood stains on her face casually, spat at the ground, and the water spit out was red, and the tendons and veins in her body were severely damaged, if she hadn't avoided the key points at the critical moment, I am afraid that she would have become a dead person by now! Wiped her cheeks with her left hand, and the pitted touch made her heart even more angry! Her eyes were full: "You should die!"

The figure was as fast as lightning, quickly approaching Twelve, and his left hand condensed a ball of fighting energy, and he was about to slash off her head.

Damn!

Twelve shouted desperately in the bottom of her heart, trying to dodge this blow, but her body was not under her control, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't move a step......

A red shadow flashed in the sky, twelve were vigorously grabbed around the waist, the whole person rose into the air, the white-clothed messenger struck, but did not hit the target, her face was hideous, looked up at the sky, and saw that on the eaves of the imperial study, in the gray rubble, a bewitching figure like fire stood quietly between heaven and earth.

The man is dressed in red, holding a woman in his arms, the delicate and perfect face is like a masterpiece carefully carved by God, the peach blossom eyes are shining, the face is like a crown of jade, the skin is coagulation and fair, and the ink hair is fluttering, and the demon is like a demon!

"It's you!" the white-clothed messenger exclaimed in surprise, looking at the man who suddenly appeared in shock, "Ling Yuhan!"

Ling Yuhan didn't even glance at the people below, lowered his eyes, looked at the twelve in his arms, and when he saw her right hand hanging down on his side, a touch of distress flashed at the bottom of his dark eyes, and his thin lips were slightly curled, "Why do you make yourself look like this every time I see you?"

With a little pity in the words, a little annoyance, and a little distress, the twelve hearts jumped, and when they met his bottomless eyes, they subconsciously looked away, and said stubbornly: "Let me go." ”

"As I have clearly said, women, once in a while, you have to be fragile to be likable," he sighed softly, even if he frowned, he was thrillingly beautiful, he was simply a demon! He wanted cholera, the demon of this world! "weishenme is always so stubborn? Ruyi, do you really think you are a god? You are a human being, you will hurt, you will be injured, you have flesh and blood, every time I see you look embarrassed, do you know, how much my heart hurts?" He lowered his head, and a little injury crossed between his eyebrows, as if Twelve had done something angry and resentful, she frowned, she was very unaccustomed to facing such a resentful Ling Yuhan.

The body writhed restlessly in his arms a few times, "Let go!"

She was not used to being held like this, as if she was a treasure in his eyes, such a feeling, very strange, made her extremely uneasy.

Ling Yuhan shook his head and sighed lightly, "Be good, watch me help you take revenge." Anyway, he looked at the white-clothed envoy of Xiangxia Fang with a cold gaze, and waved his right hand lightly in the air, making an understatement of action, but only the person concerned knew how painful this seemingly light blow was! The white-clothed envoy didn't even have time to dodge, he was hit by the air flow from the front, and a mouthful of blood splashed out, and the whole person flew backwards in embarrassment, slamming on a rockery in the garden, and vomiting blood.

The whole person seemed to have become a bloody person, Ling Yu's cold eyes were cold, and he said: "Go back and tell Xuanji, if she dares to make a move on my people, don't blame me for ignoring my love for many years!"

The white-clothed messenger covered her chest, stumbled up from the ground, and many tendons and veins in her body were shattered, even if she was cured, I am afraid it would be difficult to do anything, she glanced at the man in red on the eaves with fear, her expression was almost frightened, as if she had seen some kind of flood beast!

"Still not going?" Ling Yu snorted coldly, his low and hoarse voice carried undisguised anger, and the white-clothed envoy glared at Twelve fiercely, with him today, I am afraid that if you want to kill her, it will be as difficult as ascending to the sky! She was unwilling to drag her seriously injured body and leave from the palace of the Blue Dragon Kingdom, no! She wanted to go back and tell the palace master about this!

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Twelve was rescued, Mu Li's hand hidden under the white sleeve robe slowly let go, even if Ling Yuhan didn't appear, he wouldn't allow Sima Ruyi to die in front of him, but he was one step ahead of himself, looking up indifferently, and Ling Yuhan's smiling eyes met unexpectedly, one in white clothes fluttering, the other in red clothes was gorgeous, all of them were first-class appearances, one was as elegant as a fairy, the other was as demonic as a goblin, the two were imposing, and no one was willing to back down half a point.

"Let me go!" Twelve coughed dryly, and opened her mouth in embarrassment, the fighting energy in her body had been exhausted, and just talking about it had already made her tired and desperate.

Ling Yuhan was the first to look away, and the figure fell from the beam of the house, and fell to the ground leisurely, with gravel all over the place, and the entire garden was in a mess, which was all due to the twelve-hand move, "Bixia, I'll take her to say goodbye first." Ling Yuhan said to the Qinglong Emperor, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, the Qinglong Emperor looked stunned, nodded his head, and when he left, Ling Yuhan passed by Mu Li's side, and the eyes of the two met in the air again.

He snorted softly in his nasal voice, a little disdain flashed in his eyes, Mu Li was still that indifferent appearance, and watched him leave with a light smile, his eyes hanging his head, and his eyes were complicated.

The two kings met, and the lightning and thunder roared.

Is he another king who assists the Daughter of Destiny?

Mu Xuan sighed, after saying goodbye to the Qinglong Emperor, he also left steadily, the bright sunshine was on his body, dressed in white, showing haze in the halo, the figure of the single shadow was actually lonely.

Ling Yuhan held more than a dozen jumps all the way, and actually fell outside the palace, in a residential house in the north, a dilapidated courtyard, overgrown with weeds, a towering ancient tree, the leaves are withered and yellow, covered with moss, spider webs can be seen everywhere on the beams, pushing open the crumbling red lacquered wooden door, but there is a hole inside, the furnishings are complete, each of them is of the best texture, a tiger skin carpet flutters under the log table, a toise chair stands against the wall, a row of bookcases are full of books, a bed with eight immortal shelves is located behind the screen, a crescent white curtain hangs at the head of the bed, brocade quilt, tattooed with Su embroidery, and there is a long case opposite, where Mobao is placed。

Ling Yuhan placed Twelve on the bed, while he sat on the edge of the bed, his index finger caressing his lower lip, and smiling evilly: "Don't stare at me with such cute eyes. ”