Xiaobawang and Mr. Mei gl

"Xia Wuxin!" Su Xieyue, who was limp beside her, let out a scream at the same time, tried her best to move to Xia Wuxin's side, and stretched out her hand to cover her bleeding wound.

She wanted to pull out the sword that had pierced the wall, but with all her strength, the sword still remained motionless.

"Okay, don't waste your energy in vain." Xuan Feng stopped laughing, no longer holding onto Song Yubai, while swinging the folding fan, he calmly walked in front of Xia Wuxin, and squatted down on one knee.

Everyone in the room was already terrified, everyone held their breath, not daring to speak, and watched Xuan Feng's back.

Song Yubai rolled over from the table and fell to the ground. She clutched her neck, gasped hard, and said sharply, "How dare you touch her!"

"Yo, so protective?" Xuan Feng licked his lips, even more interested, then raised his head and counted the hours, and said, "It just so happens that the prince still has time to play with you."

He stretched out his hand to pull Xia Wuxin, but Su Xieyue didn't see it well, so she threw herself on Xia Wuxin regardless of the danger, blocking Xuan Feng for her.

Xuan Feng's hand stayed in the air, he laughed loudly when he saw this, and with a wave of his palm, Su Xieyue felt as if someone had hit him with a stick in the middle, and the woman's frail body rolled on the ground a few times, thanks to Chi Yao lying there, He grabbed her clothes so that she wouldn't bump into the table and chairs.

"Don't worry, I won't be here until later." Xuan Feng glanced at Su Xieyue who was lying on the ground.

"This damned pretty boy is quite likable." He shook his head, lifted Xia Wuxin's chin with a fan, and looked at it carefully, "Greasy hair and pink face, like a woman, no wonder he is a half-immortal."

He didn't see that under the cover of his clothes, a pair of fists were gradually clenched.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you're still so narrow." Song Yubai suddenly sneered, his legs strained, his knees trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and stood up halfway.

"So what if you are narrow, why don't you just step on the soles of your feet?" Xuan Feng stood up suddenly, opened his left palm, and placed it in front of Xia Wuxin's body. The majestic immortal power turned into a solid body, and suddenly strangled Xia Wuxin's throat.

Following Su Xieyue's scream, Xia Wuxin's body slowly floated up from the ground, her feet kicked feebly, her fair complexion soon turned purple, the wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, staining the clothes on one side. It turned dark red, and soon the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Everyone raised their hearts. No one could believe that the third prince, who was usually gentle and elegant, would suddenly become like a devil overnight.

"Third Prince, if you kill innocent people so indiscriminately, you are not afraid of the Heavenly Emperor's punishment!" An old god couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed tremblingly with a hoarse voice.

These were the last words he uttered while alive.

As soon as the words fell, those still clear eyes became cloudy, and finally sank into wrinkles, staggered a step, and fell to the ground.

Things happened quickly and unexpectedly, everyone was dumbfounded, and then, anger and fear began to spread in the house, and they realized that all the people present today will really end up leaving no one behind.

The room was suddenly wrapped in silence, only the sound of heavy breathing.

Seeing that no one spoke anymore, Xuan Feng nodded in satisfaction, pinched Xia Wuxin's neck as if pinching an ant, turned around slowly, pointed at Song Yubai with the closed fan, and said with a smile on his face, "Kneel."

"If you kneel down, the prince will sell you a favor and let you die happily." He laughed.

Song Yubai had just witnessed the death of innocent people, and it was out of resentment, and seeing him controlling Xia Wuxin, his throat was so anxious that his resentment was unbearable.

Although the surroundings were quiet, it was extremely noisy in her ears. Some people were breathing, some people were moving, and Su Xieyue's sobbing, which almost made her faint.

All eyes were on her, some yearning, some confused, some resentful.

"You really are the Empress." Those who looked at the young Shangxian whispered in a crying voice.

Song Yubai knew what they meant, so he couldn't help sneering, his eyes fixed on Xuanfeng, like knives and swords, as cold as ice.

Seeing her not moving, Xuan Feng was quite impatient, his joints instantly turned white, only to hear Xia Wuxin grunt, and completely lost consciousness.

Song Yubai's heart seemed to be repeatedly smashed in a stone mortar, his mouth was full of pain, and tears flowed down his jaw before he knew it, like thawed ice water, wetting his clothes.

Xia Wuxin was implicated by her, and everyone here was implicated by her.

Even if she is not guilty, she is guilty of a heinous crime.

The body that had been stiff for a long time suddenly began to fall slowly.

Seeing that she finally lowered her head, Xuan Feng's eyes lit up immediately, and the immortal force holding Xia Wuxin couldn't help but relax a little, watching her bend her knees helplessly.

At the critical moment, Su Xieyue, who was already crying out of breath, suddenly called out Song Yubai's name. Her body was shaking, and her flowery face was covered with traces of tears, and she was in a panic.

Song Yubai was taken aback.

Relying on Chi Yao's support, Su Xieyue barely stabilized her body.

"Mr. Song!" She spoke slowly, with a heavy nose, but a soft and firm voice.

"Don't kneel," she said.

Song Yubai thought that she would only want to save Xia Wuxin, but she never thought that she would persuade her not to bow her head, and froze in place for a while, not moving.

Xuan Feng had long been looking forward to this moment day and night, but now that he was interrupted again, he suddenly became furious, let go of Xia Wuxin, and strode towards Su Xieyue. He was tall, and the black shadow cast by the candlelight completely covered the woman's petite body.

Su Xieyue remained motionless, her almond eyes slightly closed.

At this moment, Xia Wuxin, who was still lying on the ground like a piece of rag, couldn't bear it any longer. Taking advantage of his turning around, she suddenly rolled up, kicked Xuanfeng's hip hard, and her strength It was frighteningly big, and with just this kick, Xuan Feng, who is the High God, was kicked to the ground and almost broke his waist.

Before Xuan Feng could react, she yelled a bastard angrily, changed her foot, and kicked him right on the back knee.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xuan Feng staggered, and with a bang, he knelt firmly in front of Su Xieyue.

The atmosphere was silent.

Song Yubai at the side finally let out a long breath and covered his heart.

How could Xuan Feng bear this kind of humiliation, he was so angry that he was furious, his smile just now was replaced with a ferocious one, he jumped up, and then, the immortal power enough to overwhelm mountains and seas spewed out from his palm, blowing his clothes to pieces. The sleeves are bulging, like two blowing boxes.

Xia Wuxin was a half-immortal, so naturally she couldn't bear his blow, so she hurriedly turned her body, bending her waist as flexible as a wicker, barely dodging it.

"Where did it come from? Dare to yell at this crown prince!" Xuan Feng is now full of murderous aura, and the sword will belong to him at some point, and raising his hand is a killer move. The ice-blue sword body is swung into a net. , the big net rushed at Xia Wuxin, and it was bound to cut her into several pieces.

Song Yubai knew how powerful Xuanfeng was, but he didn't have time to stop him. He just called out to her in a hoarse voice, and raised his legs to move forward, but was blocked by the airflow from the sword energy, so he couldn't move forward.

She had never been so anxious before, that anxiety kept devouring her reason, as if something snapped.

There was a gust of wind whistling in the sky, and a silver light suddenly appeared in the room. The light seemed to come from the most holy palace. It was so piercing that people couldn't open their eyes.

Standing in the center of the silver light is a man, no, a woman, with blue hair flying, and a cold, silver flame surging in the palm of her hand. The flame is emitting colorful light, which is beautiful but terrifying.

It was just a plain white gown, but now it seems to be worn by another person, with long eyelashes covering the glazed eyes, standing on the muddy ground, like a lotus in a lotus pond, the most favored nobleness of heaven.

With just a wave of her plain hand, she was about to touch Xia Wuxin's big net and it would be wiped out. Xia Wuxin leaned against the wall to stabilize her body, sweating from fright. When she looked up and saw Song Yubai, she suddenly held her breath, unwilling to leave her eyes an inch.

A strange feeling suddenly grew from the position of the heart, like a tiny worm, gnawing on it.

Some broken pictures flashed in turn.

The current situation of the immortals, in addition to being astonished, also whispered, and some were ecstatic.

"It's really an empress!"

"The emperor is back, we are saved!"

Xuanfeng didn't expect Song Yubai to be able to forcibly recover his immortal power without dying, so he panicked for a moment, turned to face Song Yubai, raised the sword in his hand, and said angrily, "What are you going to do!"

Although his words were sharp, his tone was obviously weaker. The fear of Song Yubai in the heaven was deeply rooted in his bones.

Xuan Feng kept retreating, and kept looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was waiting for, and became more and more anxious.

Everyone seemed to have a life-saving straw, but Song Yubai himself knew that she had exhausted all her immortal power before, and now she was only at the end of her strength, relying on the last tiny strength to put on a show.

She walked forward slowly, with no expression on her face, just a pair of eyes could suppress all the hatred.

"Don't come here!" Xuan Feng was forced back again and again by her, only to yell at him.

Suddenly, Song Yubai formed a seal with both hands, and put her slender and beautiful fingers together. From her palm, the silver light climbed up the wall, swallowing up the red light that was originally attached to the wall.

Without waiting for Xuan Feng to make another move, she raised her arms, and the main room, which was overcrowded just now, was suddenly empty.

Seeing that all the innocent people had left, she finally felt relieved, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which dripped on the white clothes, leaving behind a bunch of blood like red grapes.

Then, the silver light dimmed for a moment, and the body, which was like a candle in the wind, finally lost all strength and fell heavily.

Xuan Feng made a false alarm, then lowered his head, stomped his feet and cursed loudly: "You Yuheng, how dare you lie to me! Do you think that if you send them out, they won't die?"

He was angry and smiling again, his face, which was pretty handsome at first, looked extremely ugly.

He suddenly squatted down and said in a low voice: "Do you know how I want you to die? I will use the Dragon Slayer Stone to smash your disgusting body. No one can escape the Dragon Slayer Stone. You will be wiped out. For thousands of years, you will never be reborn forever."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and laughed loudly, and was about to slap Song Yubai when he raised his hand, but was suddenly pulled from behind and forced to turn around.

In a blink of an eye, a heavy punch hit his nose directly, as if hit by a stone, the bridge of his tall nose was instantly shattered, and blood even splashed into his eyes, making Xuan Feng's eyes red.

He roared, groaned and fell to the ground, holding his nose and screaming.

He is a god in the heavens, and he has never suffered such flesh and blood, and he never thought that one day he would be beaten by such a mortal, and his nose would be broken.

Song Yubai was also stunned. She struggled to prop up her body, not knowing whether to be happy or angry for a moment, she trembled and said, "Xia Wuxin? Why are you still here!"

The person in front of her was either Xia Wuxin or someone else, her hair was disheveled, her small face was flushed with anger, her eyeballs were about to burst into flames, she was holding the lead tightly, and wanted to hit Xuan Feng's face again.

"Because you're here." Xia Wuxin punched Xuan Feng again, panting.

The girl's body was completely smaller than Xuan Feng's, but she was extremely powerful, and her hands were covered in blood.

Xuan Feng was attacked by her and almost lost consciousness. Finally, after receiving two punches, he counterattacked with skill, knocking Xia Wuxin into the air, and then his body melted into the void as if fleeing.

At the same time, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the roar of the impact almost pierced the eardrums. The roof was instantly dented and deformed, and a huge boulder was pressed down on the two of them like a meteor.

Song Yubai watched a corner of the Dragon Slayer Stone appear in front of her eyes through the broken tiles. The huge, pitch-black stone was like an abyss that stared at each other, absorbing her despair.

At the last moment, Song Yubai suddenly became calmer than ever. She raised her hand and quickly wrapped Xia Wuxin with the last ray of immortal power, intending to send her out.

Unexpectedly, someone was faster than her. The girl's hand was soft, warm, and possessed strength that ordinary people would never have, gently wrapping her back around her.

Raising his arms, he threw her out of the room.