Princess Baoyin was still singing one by one.

But at this moment, when this originally soothing song sounded in the howling wind, for some reason, there seemed to be a sound of horse hooves, tigers and dragons roars, revealing a little murderous intent.

And this murderous intent was like a sharp blade, piercing the vague woman's heart in front of Zhu Feng in an instant.

A little cold light, with blood, pierced from her back and pressed against Zhu Feng's eyebrows. He could even clearly hear the sound of the heart pierced by the sharp blade stopping beating at this moment, and could also smell it. The blood was swept by the wind and pounced on his face, bringing a disgusting and strong smell of blood.

At this moment, Zhu Feng's heart seemed to have been torn apart.

His eyes were full of blood, his eyes were red and he stared at the yellow sand in front of him. After the woman's figure slowly fell down, he saw a face.

A face that was originally unfamiliar but was extremely familiar in the years that followed.

There is coldness in the majesty.

He was holding a bloody sword in his hand. When he saw the woman slowly falling down and revealing the person in front of him, his Yingting brows frowned and spoke.

The low voice transformed into a sudden severe pain in the wind and sand, and instantly invaded Zhu Feng's heart from his limbs and five bodies.

"Feng'er..."

"ah--!"

Zhu Feng suddenly let out a shrill cry. He had never been like this before. In an instant, the severe pain that came out of his heart almost tear apart his whole body. He held his head and took two steps back. Nan Yan stood beside him. He didn't expect that he would suddenly have such a big reaction and hurriedly went forward to help him. As soon as his fingers touched him, he saw Zhu Feng tilting his head and spewing blood from his mouth.

"emperor!"

Nan Yan was shocked and hurriedly rushed over to hug Zhu Feng's thin waist. Only then did he find that his whole body was trembling, as if the bones in his body were shattering, and his thin body was collapsing one by one.

When she saw this scene, Princess Baoyin and Heyi were also shocked.

He Yi wanted to pull out, but his sleeves were tangled with Hu Helu's long sword, tripping him up, and could only look at Zhu Feng's pale face nervously. After spitting out the blood, the blood in his mouth continued to rush out, and his whole body was like a pierced blood bag. As he watched the figure collapse like a mountain, even if the imperial concubine was by her side, she could not hold on.

At this moment, Princess Baoyin suddenly stopped and said to Hu and Lu: "Take it!"

Hu and Lu were waiting for this moment. When they saw He Yi distracted, the force on his hand suddenly lost three points. He immediately turned his wrist and rolled up the long sword in his hand. The cold light flashed everywhere. The sharp blade immediately pierced He Yi's long sleeves. Even if it was wet into a stick, it was just an ordinary dress after all, and it could not be compared with the steel long sword in his hand.

Just as he heard a bang, He Yi felt a chill in his hand, and his long sleeves suddenly exploded, like countless snow-white butterflies flying in scattered everywhere. A shadow flashed in front of him, and Hu and Lu had already rushed towards Zhu Feng.

The long sword in his hand pointed straight at Zhu Feng's vest.

"don't want!"

He Yi was shocked and immediately flew forward, and his long arms, which were already scarred by the sword, grabbed Hu Helu's back with great strength.

However, one before and one after another, although it is only a moment, it is a difference between life and death.

Seeing that the long sword in Hu Helu's hand had already hit Zhu Feng's back, and another point could penetrate Zhu Feng's body.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rushed towards them.

Although the wind and sand at Yumen Pass have not stopped since last night, this gust of wind came strangely. It was a wind that was blowing to the south in a gust of north wind. Moreover, the wind was extremely thin and the wind was extremely strong, as if it turned into a physical body and hit Hu and Lu's sword.

The tip of the sword suddenly trembled.

Although it was only a moment, it was a slight tremor, but this moment was a difference between life and death. Before Hu and Lu could react, they felt a chill on their backs. He Yi's hand was as powerful as thunder, and he inserted it into his back.

With a "puff" sound, Hu Helu's hands froze in their original place, and the long sword stopped forever on Zhu Feng's back.

Only a slight difference.

But it is, the difference between life and death.

Before he could even come to his senses, he heard Princess Baoyin next to him scream. When he raised his head, he saw Princess Baoyin covering his mouth and looking at his chest in horror.

What's wrong?

He was still a little dazed and slowly lowered his head. He saw a pale hand stretching out from his chest. The hand was covered in blood, and there was something bright red in his palm, which was beating little by little as his breathing.

That's-

“…!”

He suddenly understood.

But then, the whole person was like a puppet that had lost the traction line, falling down softly, and blood suddenly surged out of the wound that penetrated his chest. In an instant, blood was already flowing into a river of blood on the ground.

Nan Yan turned around and saw this bloody scene. She was also a little shocked, especially when she saw a few drops of terrifying blood stained on the pale Heyi's face, he slowly threw the ball of things in his hand back to Hu Helu.

Then, he raised his head.

But he didn't go to see Zhu Feng, who had just struggled on the line of life and death, but turned around and looked around.

At that moment just now—

However, the surroundings were filled with yellow and dust, and there was nothing at all.

Only the look of the incredible surprise in front of him was the look of the imperial concubine Si Nanyan.

Although Nan Yan had known He Yi's extraordinary skills and that he did not kill anyone. After all, he was the one who accompanied Zhu Feng into the Jinling Palace. However, she really didn't expect that He Yi's killer would be so bloody and cruel. At that moment, the person standing in front of her was not a familiar He Yi, but a cold-blooded god of killing.

No wonder...

No wonder, he was driven out of the sect by Zhenren Zhang even though he did nothing.

Perhaps, with Zhang Zhenren's keenness, he had long seen that although he was in the Taoist sect, his heart was in the world, and he had another kind of murderous nature, buried in his nature.

When facing Nanyan's gaze, He Yi also hesitated for a moment: "Empress..."

He seemed to have no idea what to say, and Nan Yan frowned and said nothing. He just reached out to support Zhu Feng who was falling down in his arms. He suddenly felt that Zhu Feng was struggling again and slowly stood up straight.

“…?”

Nan Yan was stunned and turned around quickly to see that Zhu Feng's face was stained with a few traces of blood, but there was no sign of his eyes.

It seemed like the candle fire was extinguished by the wind.

But, he looked at Nanyan steadily.

"emperor?"

Nan Yan became more and more confused. Just as he was about to say something, he felt his body tightening.
Chapter completed!