Looking at each other, Ning Buer was not angry. She would not be angry because of Guo Xiaojiu's distrust. It was not a mistake to keep any opponent alert when facing any opponent.

"Be careful." Guo Xiaojiu said suddenly. As he spoke, a mouthful of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. It seemed that his injuries had not improved, but were more serious.

With the explosion of the Void Giant Sword, two Taoist swords had already fallen on both sides of Ning Buer.

A horizontal knife cut through the wind and sand flying around the sky. The enchanting wife Yu Fengyi walked forward with a knife and dealing with a group of experts in the martial arts world one after another, which still made her unable to bear it, even though she had used the pill left by the woman in white dress.

The qi in her body has recovered, but the injuries are still there. Her nerves have been tense for so long and she has almost lost her life.

"Fairy Ning, that's it!" Yu Fengyi still had the capital to speak loudly, and she still moved forward slowly.

A sword light came first, splitting the way forward for Yu Fengyi.

Ning Buer, who withdrew his gaze, was not too nervous. She could see that even if the old woman had enough energy in her body, she was already at the end of her strength.

The sword technique danced, and two Taoist swords blocked her, blocking the sword light in front of her.

The Taoist sword goes again to be the last straw that overwhelms Yu Fengyi.

"Ha." As if seeing through Ning Buer's thoughts, Yu Fengyi threw the horizontal knife in her hand out. Her eyes fell on Ning Buer's body, extremely feminine and cunning.

A gust of wind and sand hit, and it may be a break for this battle that lasted for too long.

Ning Buer also had this guess, so the sword technique was pinching quickly. As long as the two Taoist swords were still under control, Yu Fengyi wanted to hurt her, and there was almost no possibility of it coming closer to her.

But Yu Fengyi's realm of entering the holy is not Ning Buer's realm of entering the holy. She is a master of the martial arts world like Zen Master Bukong. She has been rampant in Mobei for more than ten years and can still live a good life.

The wind and sand seemed to have become Yu Fengyi's killer move. In the moment when she was gradually fascinating, she appeared in front of Ning Buer and raised her hand to pinch Ning Buer's throat.

He also cut off the connection between Ning Buer and the two Taoist swords, and the energy scattered in his body.

The two Taoist swords that had just hit the horizontal sword, like a kite with a broken string, fell into the yellow sand. Where was there any trace of divine intention? The horizontal sword also fell down, standing slanted in the yellow sand, showing the charm of a winner to the vast Gobi Desert.

She then breathed a sigh of relief, her face was covered with traces left by the hardships of wind and sand. Even though this lady was originally beautiful, she had no spiritual energy at this time.

Therefore, she became more determined to kill Ning Buer, which strengthened her intention to torture the pretty beauty in front of her.

Ning Buer, whose qi and flying sword were cut off, did not speak. She was still trying, constantly trying, hoping to re-control the two Taoist swords.

If she died, he would definitely die. The two Taoist swords had not moved at all.

Yu Fengyi tsk her mouth and reached out to tear off the purple gauze. She could see Ning Buer's face clearly.

I have to say that Ning Buer's skin is indeed so beautiful that it makes almost all women jealous. But thinking of the woman's future fate, Yu Fengyi was not very jealous. She reached out to slide over Ning Buer's delicate cheeks.

"The women outside are indeed more delicate than the women in this place."

Ning Buer, who had his energy cut off, turned his head in disgust, trying to avoid Yu Fengyi's clutch.

"Bang!" A sharp look appeared in Yu Fengyi's eyes, and her palm fell heavily on Ning Buer's face.

A trace of blood slid out from the corner of Ning Buer's mouth.

"Believe it or not, I have stolen your cultivation and throw you to the Turkic barbarians. Tsk tsk, I really couldn't imagine what would happen if a woman as beautiful as you fell into the hands of those barbarians?" Yu Fengyi's fingers stroked Ning Buer's cheek again.

This time, Ning Buer did not hide, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred.

"Bang!" Another palm fell heavily on Ning Buer's face.

With his palm falling, Yu Fengyi felt a little cold all over inexplicably. This was in Mobei, and the sun was about to climb to the middle. She couldn't figure out why this feeling came.

She looked at Ning Buer's beautiful eyes. This deep cold meaning did not come to Ning Buer.

Her palm stretched behind her, and the horizontal knife inserted diagonally on the sand was held tightly in her hand when she heard her call. Yu Fengyi didn't like this feeling very much, so she decided to slap Ning Buer first.

This chill was not only felt by Yu Fengyi, but Ning Buer could also feel it clearly. She seemed to know where the chill came from.

She glanced slightly and looked at the sand where Guo Xiaojiu was lying on the ground, where there was no trace of her.

"Please let go of your hand!" A voice sounded behind Yu Fengyi.

There was a boy wearing a sword, covered in blood, standing behind Yu Fengyi.

The wind and sand hit, blowing his casually flying silk, and blowing his anger behind Yu Fengyi.

This even colder smell made Yu Fengyi tremble all over, but she didn't plan to stop because she was Yu Fengyi, and this is Mobei. As long as that person didn't come, no one could hurt her here.

The brilliance of the sun was reflected from the horizontal sword, and it was scattered on the sand, and it was buried without a trace. The horizontal sword fell from Yu Fengyi's hand, and the target was Ning Buer's lower abdomen.

Without any timidity, Ning Buer believed that all this could still be handed over to his hands as before after seeing the figure behind Yu Fengyi.

I originally wanted to do something for him, but in the end I didn't do it well.

Ning Buer felt very embarrassed when he saw that figure. She didn't know how he stood up. Where did this biting chill come from?

The horizontal knife was unable to penetrate Ning Buer's lower abdomen because a knife hit Yu Fengyi's side.

The heavy force forced Yu Fengyi to let go of the hand that held Ning Buer's throat. Even if the horizontal knife blocked the knife, her arm would have almost no feeling because of the sudden attack of the force.

The knife was so fast that she could only hold her back to stop her.

Once again, all the qi in Yu Fengyi's body was washed away. No, this time it was eroded by the cold and lost more thoroughly. Until now, the chill was still raging in her body.

She let go of the horizontal knife in her hand, hugged her knees, and curled helplessly on the sand. She felt very cold. Is this the feeling of vitality leaving?

How could she die? She has been to this world and has really been to this world.

The bloody boy slowly lowered his sword. On the sword, there were circles of strange black patterns, starting from the blade, spreading Guo Xiaojiu's entire arm.

His body was covered with blood. He looked at Ning Buer and smiled. He did not dare to walk to Ning Buer's side. His raised hand never fell down. He just asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

As soon as he finished speaking, drops of blood fell on the sand with his hands, ticking on the sand, leaving no trace.

For some reason, Ning Buer couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. She wanted to say to him that it didn't hurt, but the tears of incompetence made her unable to speak at all, and she just whimpered.

She ran to him and wanted to hold him in her arms. She didn't dislike his blood. As long as he could still be behind her in the future, she would be very happy.

But Guo Xiaojiu stopped her and signaled her not to go forward any further.

"I may not disturb you again in the future." Guo Xiaojiu's voice was not loud, just like Ning Buer told him before, wanting him to take her and walk under Longdong City.

He withdrew his sword, and the black lines gradually faded away, and no trace was found.

Only then did he dare to touch her raised hand gently on her face.

He smiled happily.

Ning Buer closed his eyes and tears kept flowing.

I don't know when the hand left her cheek.

Ning Buer, who hurriedly opened his eyes, ran forward desperately, and hugged him in his arms before he fell to the ground.

His body was very cold, just like the ice in winter, and she was not afraid of it.

She didn't want him to die just like this, so two Taoist swords returned to the sheath. She pinched a pill from her arms and put it in his mouth. She lowered her head and helped him take it.

Guo Xiaojiu smiled because Ning Buer's fragrance was left on his lips. He felt that even if he died, he would be able to stand with her once.

Just glanced at Yu Fengyi, Ning Buer carried Guo Xiaojiu on his back, and the little Taoist sword was also straddled by her on the other side of Guo Xiaojiu's waist.

"If you can survive, he will kill you with his own hands next time!"
Chapter completed!