Seeing Chuxue's pale face and blood at the corners of her mouth, clearly devoid of vital signs, she felt even more relieved. The knife in the other hand was lightly scratching on the snow blowing face. Tsk tsk, you look so beautiful. Even as a woman, I am fascinated by you. No wonder so many men are so infatuated with you. Unfortunately, you have a bad reputation, and no wonder your sister is ruthless. If you should be blamed, it's because you shouldn't have thrown yourself into the Murong family and blocked our way. You are really as pitiful as your short-lived mother. But I won't let you go like this. "After saying that, she raised her shiny short knife and stabbed her face, apparently trying to disfigure her.
Seeing a flash of white light in front of her, the sharp cold light was about to pierce her face. Chuxue quickly raised her fingers slightly and aimed at Murong Qingqiu's wrist holding the knife, gently shooting out a thin thread of orange flame that she had differentiated into.
However, at this moment, Murong Qingqiu focused all her attention on the face blowing snow, just as she was about to see the scene of a few ferocious scars on that beautiful face. However, she did not notice that an extremely small fine flame was wrapped around her wrist.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of pain, and the wrist holding the knife seemed to touch a burning soldering iron. She hurriedly took a few steps back, and the knife in her hand also slipped weakly. At this moment, the originally proud sneer on her face turned into a terrifying scream.
Ah! "She screamed as if encountering a ghost, and her body jumped up. But seeing her lose her beauty, she shouted regardless of her image. Xin Ao, come and save me quickly? "His tone was extremely urgent.
The black clothed men here were shocked and frightened when they saw such a situation, and rushed over to rescue them. But I felt a burning heat of fear in front of me, rushing forward directly. The person walking ahead suddenly showed a look of fear on their face, their body stiffened, and they turned their head as if they had seen a ghost.
Xinao turned his head when he saw those people, and the long sword in his hand flashed out. His hands quickly drew out, and suddenly he heard a few "babbling" sounds as he fell to the ground. However, he saw a blood column on the necks of these people, their eyes had turned white, and they fell to the ground dead. Then their clothes on their bodies started to burn strangely. Make a terrifying explosion sound.
Xinao's eyes seemed to turn red with killing, and the blue long sword in his hand dripped with bright red blood. Feeling a scorching and terrifying heat that suffocated him, he rushed towards him but couldn't even make it.
He suddenly took off his coat in a hurry. The long coat that was thrown out earlier was like a rope that was thrown out. A figure wrapped around the slender waist of the noblewoman, but under strong pulling, her body soared into the air. Suddenly, a flame spread out on the noblewoman's body at a visible speed.
No! "Xin Ao let out a wild beast like roar from his mouth, and then saw the woman in pink palace attire in front of him, with strange flames flashing from her body. The fire was stirred by the strong wind and burned fiercely. I saw a body burning into a big fireball and smashing towards me.
His eyes revealed a despair like that of a dead beast. A strong wind directly hit the flames, but threw the noblewoman's body back.
Pull and throw this one. In the blink of an eye, the rapid changes were eye-catching, and the flames were extremely eerie. The noblewoman in mid air was already on fire all over her body.
The beautiful black hair instantly turned into a brilliant flame and disappeared into the air, where only a more piercing scream could be heard than ever before The dazzling flames transformed into countless shapes in the air, and the sound was sharp and piercing, accompanied by heart wrenching cries, like a ghost whispering or a demon roaring. The sound was even more like a sharp knife, piercing directly into everyone's heart, making one's bones tremble with fear.
It seems that she still hasn't given up, "the noblewoman said in a faint voice," Save me quickly, or I will curse you even if I go to hell. Xinao, save me quickly, or you won't die well. I will ask the emperor to kill you
Xin Ao and the remaining black clothed men's faces became even uglier than dead people at this moment. Their eyes showed a look of fear, and the air was filled with the burning smell of muscles, accompanied by screams of agony. Even if they were emotionless and heartless people, their faces were as pale as ashes, and their eyes showed a strong sense of terror when they saw the flames that could kill lives in that moment.
At this moment, the noblewoman's face twisted and she cried out in pain. Her dazzling clothes accelerated the flames, causing the originally burning flames to surge again towards Lao Gao. The vicious howl had suddenly stopped, replaced by a twisted black body.
Ah, retribution? Retribution? Qiu'er! "Murong Jin heard the screams and finally realized who the person who was called the empress by those black clothed people was? A slight bitter smile appeared in his mouth. He hurriedly said, "Why? Why is this all my fault?" His body couldn't help but shake violently, and his tall body collapsed with a loud bang.
Murong Jin quickly rubbed his head vigorously on the ground for a long time, finally scattering the black cloth on his eyes. But his mouth was sealed with thick cloth strips, unable to produce complete words, and his arms were cut back. The mouth can only make babbling sounds.
He glared angrily at the black clothed man, gesturing for them to untie him. But these black clothed people seemed deaf and mute, with no expression on their faces and no response to him.
Perhaps Murong Jin was too excited, or the sound in his mouth was too loud. After a while, Xinao turned his target towards Murong Jin, his eyes showing a fierce light. He pointed his long sword at him and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Kill him
Yes! "A black figure suddenly shook out of the crowd with a" whoosh "sound. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and several sword flowers burst out, creating a bright light in the air, but it shot straight at Murong Jin.
With a cold gaze, he looked at Murong Jin without any sympathy in his eyes.
Murong Jin's eyes immediately showed a look of fear. Although he was once an arrogant prince and a powerful general who shook the country, he still feared in the face of death. However, this panic was only for a moment, and then a hint of indifference appeared on his face as he saw the person on the ground who had turned into a charred black, staring fiercely at the person who came to stab him.
The man couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw Murong Jin staring at him like this, and the sword body sent to him froze for a moment. At the critical moment of Murong Jin's life and death, the lying Murong blew snow and suddenly jumped up, turning into a flowing light. An orange flame shot out from his hand, shaking the long sword in the black clothed man's hand away.
Murong Jin saw that Chuxue didn't die and even managed to defuse the fatal blow for himself. His face immediately became excited as he murmured, "Xue'er, you're here to save me
When he saw the sword shoot directly at him, there was not a trace of fear on his face, but rather a smile.