All the enemies have arrived in front of the national teacher and Emperor Xiaoyun.
The national teacher raised his sleeves and protected Di Xiaoyun in his arms. His clear eyes turned to the man, and the corners of his lips lightly raised: "There is only half a column of incense left until the time you leave, although I I can't face these people, but half a stick of incense is enough..."
As long as he survives this half-pillar, Xiaoyun will be safe...
In the arms of the national teacher, Di Xiaoyun couldn't even move. Her strength was not as good as that of the national teacher, and she could not break free from his imprisonment.
She could only watch those knives, sticks, spears and swords approaching her face, causing her beautiful pupils to shrink suddenly.
Blood bloomed in front of her eyes, like a rose, stinging her eyes and hurting her heart...
"No!!!"
Her voice was shrill, and it sounded in the mountains and seas everywhere, tears flowing from her eyes and covering her face.
Every wound of the national teacher was like a sharp thorn, stabbed in her heart fiercely, making her heartbroken and heartbreaking.
She can't wait that all the hurt is on her body.
But the man in front of her was like a god, standing beside her, blocking all harm for her.
Even though the blood was dripping and the skin was cut to the bone, the man's brows never wrinkled, his complexion was calm and indifferent, and his color did not change.
The whole world seemed to have disappeared from Di Xiaoyun's eyes. In her eyes, there was only the man drifting like the wind. It was so silent... She even knew her own heartbeat.
"what happened?"
The man's eyes shrouded in the black mist gave off a strange green light, and he looked coldly at the blood-covered national teacher, and said coldly, "Why is he not dead yet?"
With so many attacks, how could he continue to stand here
The national teacher did not speak, he firmly guarded the girl in his arms, his eyes were as calm as water, without any waves.
It's just that his footsteps are a little staggered. Without the sharpness before, his attacks are getting slower and slower, and he can no longer be as fast and agile as the original...
A sword came from the rear and slashed on the shoulder of the national teacher. The blood that shot out stabbed Di Xiaoyun's eyes red, and her heartbeat disappeared from her chest.
The man's black hair swayed in the wind, like a fairy, every movement of his was deeply engraved in Di Xiaoyun's heart, branded in her mind, and made her heartbroken.
Gradually, he didn't have the initial strength, and the hand that was closely caring for Di Xiaoyun slowly loosened, and the whole person seemed to be fished out from the sea of blood, but even so, it did not affect his independence. temperament.
"National Division!"
Di Xiaoyun saw that the national teacher had no excess strength, she hurriedly raised her hand, hugged the man tightly with both arms, and left her back to those people...
The attack came suddenly, falling like a violent storm.
Seeing that Di Xiaoyun's small body would be chopped to pieces under the swords of those people, Di Xiaoyun also closed his eyes, intending to endure countless pains and injuries...
but…
Just as those swords were about to fall on her, the swords suddenly turned into bits and pieces and disappeared in the air.
Then disappeared, and the group of fast-rushing enemies also turned into star points, dissipating under the blood-like moonlight.
"Time's up?" The man's face changed greatly, and he looked at Di Xiaoyun gloomily, "Kill this guy first, and let Di Cang lose a right-hand man. Next time, I will kill you again!"