People around him looked at him in disbelief.
He was about to become a prisoner, how could he still laugh
not good!
But a flash of alert suddenly flashed in Zhui Feng's heart. He shot out from under the bed like an arrow from a string, as fast as a gust of wind, and rushed towards Shen Ning.
His intuition told him that Chu Shaoyang was about to kill Shen Ning.
Mo Chuan also realized this immediately, and before Chu Shaoyang could even finish his words, he flew up.
It's just that he and Chu Shaoyang were several feet apart, but Shen Ning was standing only one step in front of Chu Shaoyang. Even if he put on his wings, it would be too late to save him.
Chu Shaoyang had already struck hard at Shen Ning's back.
He used all his strength in this palm. If Shen Ning was hit, without any internal energy in her body, ten Shen Ning would be killed immediately.
Chu Shaoyang became furious. He knew that he could not escape, but before he died, he would never let his beloved woman sleep with other men.
When we get to the underworld of Huangquan, I will be with you and never leave you!
Ning'er, don't blame me!
I love you so much!
He didn't look at anyone, his eyes were fixed on Shen Ning, and he used all his strength to strike out the palm.
There was a muffled sound.
This palm was powerful enough to crack stone monuments, and it hit one person. The person was immediately sent flying, and then fell to the ground like a torn sack, with blood spurting from his mouth.
Everyone was stunned.
Including Chu Shaoyang.
He stared blankly at his right palm. The palm did hit, but not Shen Ning. The person who risked his life to block the fatal blow for Shen Ning was neither Zhui Feng nor Mo Chuan.
But the Thousand-faced Young Master who was ignored by everyone!
No one knew when he quietly came nearby, nor did they expect that he would block the palm for Shen Ning.
"Ning'er!" Mo Chuan didn't care to look at Young Master Qianmian's injuries. He rushed to Shen Ning, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and took her away from Young Master Chu with his toes. Yang's side was out of danger.
Despite this, his heart was still beating rapidly in his chest, and his face turned pale.
He was almost going to lose her forever.
Zhui Feng stepped in front of Chu Shaoyang and stared at Chu Shaoyang coldly.
Chu Shaoyang suddenly smiled and looked at the Thousand-faced Young Master on the ground in the distance.
"It turns out it was you, a loser, who ruined this king's good deeds!"
He raised his right hand suddenly!
not good!
Zhui Feng shouted: "There is a hidden weapon, get out of the way!"
There was only a "peng" sound, and a thick smoke quickly spread to the surroundings, carrying a pungent smell.
"Be careful, it's poisonous, hold your breath!"
In spite of his busy schedule, Zhuifeng never forgets to remind him loudly.
The palace guards and imperial guards hurriedly covered their mouths and noses and jumped back.
Zhui Feng held his breath, pulled out a guard's waist knife, and rushed towards the place where Chu Shaoyang was standing just now.
He had a hunch that Chu Shaoyang was going to escape!
He must not be allowed to escape!
Unexpectedly, even though he moved quickly, he still missed the target.
The place where Chu Shaoyang stood just now was empty, and the people had disappeared.
Zhuifeng tried his best to keep his eyes open, trying to find Chu Shaoyang, but the smoke was so thick that it stung his eyes and made him shed tears.
He couldn't see anything, and there was so much noise around him that he couldn't tell which direction Chu Shaoyang was escaping.
When the thick fog finally dissipated, Chu Shaoyang had already left so far that he couldn't even see his shadow.
There were only twenty bloody heads on the ground, indicating that Chu Shaoyang had appeared here before.