Duan Suzhen kept paying attention to the every move of the man with a knife-skinned face. When the man waved his sword to attack his father, Duan Suzhen, who knew the other party's actions, stabbed him with a sword.

The moment the swords and swords touched each other, a sharp and harsh metallic impact sounded throughout the sky. People around them felt that their eardrums were pierced by several silver needles. In an instant, they seemed to have their ears deafened. Some of the officials who were influenced by rouge even had a thread of blood flowing out of their earlobes. After seeing the other party's ear bleeding, many people hurriedly covered their ears with their hands.

Wu Yonglin used his sword to kill step by step, and the quick knife slashed straight from the air. The curve of the scimitar combined with his slightly curved and thick figure made the momentum of the knife even more powerful. However, when the blade was about to approach Duan Suzhen's face, he pulled the Breaking Wave Sword slightly towards his chest. All of this was in the middle of lightning and flint. Others could not detect his small movement. After being tweaked with Duan Suzhen's cross-legged sword, it was like two stars fighting each other and sparks splashed.

Duan Suzhen's mind was slightly swayed. The dangerous blow just now made her feel nervous. If the other party's monster knife had an inch more than an inch forward, she would probably not die. A blood mark on her face would have been drawn into a big flower face. After not capturing any acquaintance mark on the other party's face, her waist was dazed, and she stabbed her with a crooked long sword. She seemed to have underestimated this person just now. Duan Suzhen, who had experienced a moment of life and death, also took out her trick in the Drunken Immortal Sword, "He Xiangu - Blow the waist and offer wine and drunk the sword."

"Kavaiyine. (very cute)" Wu Yonglin screamed strangely, and his waist was swollen. He pulled out an arc of diagonal upward light towards Duan Suzhen's twisted serpentine figure, trying to force Duan Suzhen, who was suddenly approaching him.

Duan Suzhen did not see the other party's careless sword at all. Her staggering figure stuck to Wu Yonglin's blade, but when she approached this person, she realized that this person had a trick.

Wu Yonglin's short knife was already in his hand. The moment Duan Suzhen put it on, Wu Yonglin accidentally cut off a rope on Duan Suzhen's hat with the short knife. When the long knife was pulled back, the square hat on Duan Suzhen's head was picked out. The black silk like a waterfall instantly blurred Duan Suzhen's eyes, who was about to fight with Wu Yonglin, and a strange hand had already bullied her waist.

Wu Yonglin took the opportunity to hug Duan Suzhen in his arms. Looking at Duan Suzhen who had been struggling, he sniffed the unique intoxicating aura of her body with his nose against her red ears, and murmured: "Miss Hua, Yoxi, fragrant, dying, dying."

"Treacherous little thief, you won't die a good death." Duan Suzhen was so anxious that she was speechless. She hadn't expected that the other party's short sword would reveal her daughter. Only then did she understand the words of Master Du Qingyuan: In addition to moves and strength, compared to swords is actually more of an intellectual competition. When the other party's short sword pressed against her throat, she made her feel an inexplicable coldness. Is her life like a flower really going to wither at this moment? After feeling that the other party's short sword was suspended above her body, she inserted it into her throat with a scream, and Duan Suzhen's heart immediately became cold and solidified.

"No." Duan Heyu next to him found that the weird man was about to destroy the flowers, pushed away the guard blocking him and rushed forward regardless of the matter.

"I'll give it back to you." Wu Yonglin picked up Duan Suzhen in his waist and threw her towards Duan Heyu who was running towards him with all his might. The short knife in his hand flew over in that gap.

Duan Suzhen and Duan Heyu did not expect the other party to have such a sinister attack. The moment Duan Heyu took the fallen Duan Suzhen, Wu Yonglin's flying knife shot Duan Heyu's chest without bias. After a shrill cry, Wu Yonglin, Bai Yuan, Dan Tai Yuping and others quickly evacuated the chaos with their extraordinary courage.

The Dali palace was already in panic. Seeing the imperial physicians constantly bringing pots of blood out of Duan Heyu's room, the palace maids around were already scared and bloodless. The masters were waiting for themselves to pass the news back. What was the right statement?

Duan Zhengxing knelt at the door, his face was sad and heartbroken, but he felt ecstatic inside. If the father had Bintian at this time, he could immediately accept and control this messy situation. I believe that when he was fighting and killing a group of people, the situation would actually settle down. Later, he would slowly confront Gao's family, so why worry about the big thing not being done? Duan Zhengxing felt that his dynasty was really coming.

Duan Suzhen next to her looked apologetic and moaning, her eyes were red, as if she had cried once. Her mother's body could not be so stimulated at this time. She let the big hair, big tiger, big sun, and never let those who had ulterior motives spread the news to her mother's ears. In the face of big news, she showed that other people had never been calm before. What's more, the one who helped her father treat her now was a disguised master. Compared to those mediocre talents who threw the hydrangea in their hands and left their relationships clean, they undoubtedly gave the people who really cared about Duan and Yu a reassurance.

Duan Heyu, who was leaning on the pillow, returned to his original calmness. Perhaps because of excessive bleeding, his face was pale. The knife inserted into his chest had already been pulled out. Du Qingyuan stroked the familiar short knife and talked carefully about the cause and effect of the whole thing with Duan Heyu on the sickbed: "The whole thing exudes an indescribable weirdness. This swordsman does not seem to want to really kill you, but makes me feel that he is saving you."

"The disciple also thinks so. Those archers who suddenly emerged were strange. If they really waited for those assassins to rush up, I wouldn't know if the archers would hide in the dark and shoot cold arrows at me. When did those people ambush there, I didn't know anything."

"If that person really wants to kill you, he shouldn't let Zhen'er go. Then he will have much greater chance of success after you are in chaos."

"This person is a friend but not an enemy. If I have the chance, I want to see his sword skills."

"Master, you have a reluctant request, and I don't know if you should say it."

"You talk about the Immortal Poetry? Don't worry, your uncle has moved over to accompany her long ago. She is much more concerned about you now. She said that if the Immortal Poetry gave birth to a daughter, she must accept her as her disciple."
Chapter completed!