Hearing Gong Yu Sarong's grief-stricken cry at first glance, Shui Lingluo's heart couldn't help but sink suddenly, knowing that this man from Beirong had completely lost his fighting spirit at this moment, and even completely gave up the opportunity to escape.

In this way, even Shui Lingluo himself felt a little overwhelmed.

In fact, from the very beginning, she has been in a state of extreme contradiction.

As a citizen of Dayu, she naturally shouldn't let Gongyu Sarong, a Beirong assassin who intended to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor, escape.

However, when he thought that this person had not remembered old grudges, and reminded himself and his master Shui Xinying in time that he had escaped the poisonous hands of his master Duxiaoqiong, Shui Lingluo felt that he owed a little to Gongyu Sarong, and he really couldn't bear to see him die like this.

Just now, when chasing Guo Shixun, she could also say to herself that preventing this Zheng Yong's subordinate from killing Gongyu Sarong was completely for the sake of the safety of the ancestor, and she was worried that Duxiaoqiong would poison the ancestor under the rage.

But in his heart, Shui Lingluo actually knows very well that he is deceiving himself.

She could temporarily save one of Gongyu Sarong's lives from Guo Shixun's hands, but what about after that?

Does she still want to bring the living Gongyu Sarong back to the Loyalty and Righteousness League, so that he will face an even more cruel punishment?

It was out of this very contradictory mood that when Shui Lingluo saw that Feng Yan had repelled Guo Shixun, she immediately had the intention of retreating, and she did not plan to make a move on Feng Yan, and then captured Gongyu Sarong and them together.

But just as she had already turned around and left, continuing to track Guo Shixun, who had just escaped in the wind and snow, she suddenly heard a scream, faintly coming from a long distance behind her.

Even if Shui Ling Luodang felt that the situation was not good, it was likely that Gongyu Sarong and they were in big trouble again.

She stood there, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't suppress the compassion and wanted to do them a favor.

As a result, she was surprised to see that Feng Yan, who was originally with Gongyu and them, turned to kill the two brothers for some reason.

Without thinking about it, Shui Ling Luo had already intercepted Feng Yan's short knife that slashed at Gongyu Sarong, and then fought with this suspicious Tianxiang Sect Master.

At this moment, all she was thinking about was how to stop Feng Yan from harming Gongyu Sarong, but she didn't know that she herself was the person Feng Yan wanted to kill the most!

Gongyu Sarong's cry made Shui Lingluo's heart flutter slightly, and it was precisely by taking advantage of her chaos that the short knife in Feng Yan's hand was like a poisonous snake, stabbing at her!

Shui Lingluo hurriedly gathered his mind and immediately cast a trick "Misty Flower Leaning on the Stone".

I saw that the Sun-Chasing Sword in her left hand slammed the short knife that had hit the big hole on her chest to the side, and at the same time, the Moon-Running Sword in her right hand also carried a wisp of strong wind and stabbed Feng Yan's lower abdomen!

Unexpectedly, it was with the power of the Sun-chasing Sword that Feng Yan's short knife suddenly flew out of his hand and shot straight towards Gongyu Sarong's vest!

But Feng Yan herself was stumbled by that force, and her body involuntarily leaned to the right, and she was no longer able to dodge backwards to avoid the moon-running sword that stabbed at her.

Seeing that his short sword had pierced into Feng Yan's left abdomen, Shui Lingluo quickly drew his sword and retreated, then twisted his body and shook his wrist, and the Running Moon Sword chased after the short knife that Feng Yan had just thrown out with a string of blood beads.

However, between the lightning and flint, the short sword had already caught up with the short sword, and the two immediately merged in the air.

With a crisp sound of "ding", I saw a few faint sparks splashing in all directions, and the short sword and short knife had fallen on the snow at the same time.

But at this moment, the corner of Shui Lingluo's eyes suddenly found that an almost imperceptible thin light was coming straight towards his front heart!

Under the crisis, she hurriedly dodged to the right side, but unfortunately it was still a moment late, and the soul needle had already shot into her left shoulder!

Shui Ling Luoden felt a numbness in his left arm, and the sun-chasing sword in his left hand also fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, she felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, and it seemed as if her entire heart was frozen in an instant.

She desperately opened her mouth to inhale, only to find that her throat was also starting to swell and paralyze, unable to breathe.

The body shook unconsciously, and Shui Lingluo finally lost all consciousness and fell to the cold snow.

"Haha!"

Seeing that her cunning plan finally succeeded, Feng Yan couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Sister, have you seen it? I not only found Gongyu Sarong for you, but also killed Shui Lingluo, a dead girl, to avenge you!"

As he spoke, he covered his left abdomen, which was still bleeding, with his hand, and walked towards Gongyu Sarong with difficulty.

After walking a dozen steps, he suddenly leaned down with great difficulty, and picked up his short knife from the snow, which had just been shot down by Shui Lingluo.

Then, he straightened up again and continued to approach Gongyu Sarong step by step......

At this moment, Gongyu Sarong had stopped crying bitterly, and was looking at Feng Yan who had already walked in front of him with fire in his eyes.

In the face of his crazy bloodthirsty gaze, Feng Yan still threw the blood-stained short knife in his hand as if no one was around, showing that this Tianxiang Sect Master didn't take this guy who still seemed to want to fight the trapped beast in his eyes at all.

In Feng Yan's mind, what Gongyu Sarong relied on was nothing more than a soaring hatred.

Judging by the fact that he was still sitting on the ground despite his anger on his face, this guy should never be able to stand up again. Losing the ability to move is equivalent to losing most of the aggressiveness, and in the end you can only let yourself slaughter it.

As soon as she thought of this, Feng Yan's originally delicate face couldn't help but flash a cruel smile.

Immediately, he slammed the short knife in his hand and slashed at Gongyu Sarong's neck again!

Seeing that the short knife that shone with a faint blue light crossed an arc in the air, and was about to descend on Gongyu Sarong's straight neck, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering roar from his mouth, and at the same time, a hot and violent palm wind also rushed towards Feng Yan!

Frightened, Feng Yan hurriedly flew back diagonally, but was still swept across her right cheek by the edge of the palm wind.

"Ah——h

The Tianxiang Sect Master couldn't help but let out a terrible scream, and at the same time covered the right side of his face with his hand, which was burned to the point of flesh, and there was a smell of burnt meat at the end of his nose.

At this time, Gongyu Sarong had already struggled to get up from the snow.

But his injured leg was still unable to move, so he could only stand in place, and sent another powerful red sun palm to Feng Yan, who was still covering his face and moaning.

Although Feng Yan was almost crazy in pain, the will to survive in his heart still left him with a trace of wisdom, and he always maintained a vigilance against the surrounding environment.

Therefore, when Gongyu Sarong's second red sun palm attacked, Feng Yan not only avoided it in time, but also took the opportunity to pop out a soul needle.

Gongyu Sarong saw a flash of light in front of him, and knew that it must be this cunning young man who wanted to attack him again. He couldn't help but snort coldly, and with a casual wave of his hand, he knocked the sudden dementor needle away.

However, Feng Yan took advantage of this moment and flew back more than two feet away, out of the attack range of the Chiyang Palm.

However, this Tianxiang Sect Master, who was also seriously injured, did not take the opportunity to escape, because he was really unwilling!

Although she didn't understand why her opponent's strength had suddenly increased, Feng Yan believed that Gongyu Sarong's injured leg had made him unable to play as aggressively as he should, and as long as she kept an appropriate distance from him and then attacked him with a poison weapon, she would be able to gain the upper hand.

Gongyu Sarong naturally could see Feng Yan's tricks, but at this time, he had no choice but to rely on the internal strength of his brother he had just absorbed to exert the maximum power of the Chiyang Palm, and temporarily maintained an undefeated defensive position.

But he knew in his heart that this situation could not last long. Because after all, this is the territory of the Loyal Alliance, and the people who are chasing him will arrive sooner or later.

Besides, Miss Luo'er has just been hit by Feng Yan's poisonous needle, and her life and death are currently unknown. Therefore, he did not allow himself to waste more time with Feng Yan, so he could only fight quickly, and he must grab the antidote from the hands of this demon and give it to Miss Luo'er as soon as possible.

But just when Gongyu Sarong secretly turned his mind and was about to lure the enemy with his body, he would rather be hit by the opponent's poisonous secret weapon first, and also lure Feng Yan closer so that he could be killed with one blow, but suddenly his heart sank, and he immediately had an alarm.

He looked back suddenly, and was surprised to find that several black figures were breaking through the wind and snow and quickly approaching his side......