But summoning the natal sword to launch an attack is enough.
"You're crazy! You bitch is crazy!"
Yan Lezhi yelled almost hysterically, "How dare you hurt the Nether Realm Master!"
"Young master, how are you, young master?" Yan Lezhi almost cried.
On the contrary, the leader of the guards breathed a sigh of relief after checking Yin Yuanyi's situation.
With Yin Yuanyi's current cultivation base, even if he was attacked by surprise, how could he be really hurt by a little golden fairy.
Yin Yuanyi threw away Yan Lezhi who came to help him.
With a ferocious face twisted, he rushed towards Muyan like a ghost.
Yin Yuanyi, who had never been so humiliated and frightened, was about to go mad with anger.
Immortal king-level coercion was released without reservation.
Muyan had just recovered some of her complexion, and all of her blood faded away in an instant.
The Tianmoqin, which had already floated up in the air and flew towards her, also fell to the ground dejectedly.
Yin Yuanyi grabbed her neck.
He stretched out his hand and pulled hard.
The outer clothes were torn to shreds.
"Bitch, shame on your face!"
"My young master treats you a little more tolerantly, and you think you are a thing?"
"For a lowly thing like you, this young master can play however he wants! The sky is on the ground, the crowd is large, this young master will let everyone take a good look at your lowly appearance!"
Muyan suddenly clenched her lower lip.
Blood oozed from pale lips.
She was not suppressing her own anger and hatred, but Qihuang who wanted to rush out of the space.
no!
Not yet!
Qihuang must not be exposed until he reaches a desperate situation.
The only remaining immortal power in the dantian surged.
Muyan swung the Qijue Sword and stabbed towards Yin Yuanyi.
But this time, Yin Yuanyi was well prepared, and as soon as he raised his hand, a ball of black flames shot out from his palm.
Huo Huo Liao grabs Muyan's wrist.
A piercing pain followed.
Physiological tears rolled down the eye sockets uncontrollably.
The hand holding the Qijue Sword no longer has any strength, and can only let the remaining weapon fall.
Yin Yuanyi knocked down her weapon.
He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.
He has already made up his mind that he must let this slut who knows what is good or bad do not want to live or die.
He wanted to see her prostrate at his feet, crying and begging him to love her.
However, that slap has not yet fallen.
Yin Yuanyi felt a blur in front of his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.
His whole body was shot flying, and he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
…
Muyan is being tormented by [Mingyin Shengyan], wanting to live and die.
That pain is not physical pain.
But even the soul was burned over and over again.
She just felt that all the strength and temperature in her body were drained little by little.
Didn't even realize what just happened.
She just felt that she was hugged into a somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar embrace.
The crisp bamboo fragrance, accompanied by uncontrollable trembling, passed to her through the thin clothes.
Muyan opened her eyes in a daze.
Vaguely saw a handsome face.
Those eyes, which were as black as ink, were always calm and indifferent, calm and calm.
But at this moment, it is an uncontrollable panic and distress.
Muyan blinked lightly, and called out in a low voice: "Little Martial Uncle?"
Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes.
The hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist until the nails were deeply embedded in the palm.
Blood dripping.
Only then can he use that bit of pain to force his surging killing intent to subside, and the shaking of his body stops.