It is hard to imagine that the arrogant words came from a 13-year-old child.
Qin Huafeng raised his eyebrows, and a dark yellow light condensed on his hands, blasting towards Yun Luoxue.
Yellow, exclusive spiritual power stage.
Qin Huafeng seemed to be struggling with his old life. This blow was a ten-percent skill.
A trace of condensation flashed across Yun Luoxue's plain white face, and she brushed her hand, her bare hand was slender, but her fingertips were condensed with a light green light like a star.
With a'bang', the pale green light collided with the yellow light.
I saw that the yellow light was absorbed by the light green brilliance at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yun Luoxue tapped the ground with her toes, and hit Qin Huafeng's head with a palm of her bare hand.
Qin Huafeng is also an experienced person, after many fights before he became the master of Fengyumen.
Although the spiritual power is not as good as Yun Luoxue.
However, the experience of the match, he thinks he has more than Yun Luoxue, not a little bit.
However, no matter where he wanted to, Yun Luoxue was also a master who fought after rounds of fights.
She is a mercenary honed from the dead.
That is incomparable to Qin Huafeng.
The dazzling brilliance pierced Qin Huafeng's eyes for a moment. At that moment, Qin Huafeng seemed to be in contact with the god of death.
Just one point can go straight to hell.
But just when Yun Luoxue was about to kill Qin Huafeng with a single blow, a soft voice came not far away: "Brother Qingcheng..."
A trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of Qian Mo Qingcheng who was watching the battle.
It's just that the bright yellow figure is getting closer.
Seeing that he was about to be destroyed in Yun Luoxue's hands, Qin Huafeng suddenly caught a glimpse of Qian Mo Yan who was running towards this side.
A fluke flashed in the shrewd eyes.
He pulled off his belt, threw it out, and wrapped Qian Moyan's body in a hand.
He was almost about to kill Qin Huafeng, seeing the strength of Qin Huafeng's hand, Qian Moyan flew towards Yun Luoxue like a bird.
"Ah—Brother Qingcheng, save me—"
Qian Moyan let out an exclamation casually.
Yun Luoxue furrowed her brows subconsciously, it was really not the right time for this thousand strange words to come.
With a reversal of her figure, Yun Luoxue withdrew the power in her palm.
With his hands down, he looked at Qian Moyan with a cold face.
Qin Huafeng clasped Qian Moyan's neck with his backhand, feeling a bit reborn after a disaster.
Don't dare to look at Yun Luoxue who is so cold.
A pair of wrinkled eyes looked at Qianmo Qingcheng who had just stood up.
"Qianmo Qingcheng, let your princess let the old man leave if she doesn't want her to die."
Qin Huafeng didn't want to say that either. After all, it was a shame to take a hostage and ask a 13-year-old child to release him.
But in the face of life and death, by weighing it, face is a fart.
In front of life, he decisively ignored his face.
Qian Mo Qingcheng stood up as early as when Qin Huafeng was holding Qian Moyan hostage.
No matter how much he doesn't like Qian Moyan, Qian Moyan can't die.
After all, she is the prime minister's daughter, and Qian Mo Qingcheng has always regarded her as her younger sister for so many years.
No matter how arrogant Qian Moyan is, it stands to reason that he should come forward to rescue him.
"Brother Qingcheng, save me..."
Qian Moyan, who was pinched by Qin Huafeng's neck, looked at Qian Mo Qingcheng's peerless beauty, crying for help.
Qian Mo Qingcheng frowned and looked at Yun Luoxue.
Yun Luoxue glanced sideways at Qianmo Qingcheng, facing Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes that were as clear as lake water.