In the mountain stove!

Princess Qinghuan pressed the neck of Si Xin Shengzi with a long sword and looked at the hole with a nervous expression.

The situation outside is too dangerous, even Princess Qinghuan can see that it is bad, and even the Black Hawks are difficult to fly, because the sky outside is already covered with cranes from the Chilian Holy Land.

The cranes are of average strength, but there are Wuzong realms on them. Can Wang Xiong and the others stop them from suppressing them from the air?

"Light, be gentle, Su Qinghuan, be gentle!" Si Xin Shengzi said without tears.

Princess Qinghuan's long sword was pressed against her neck, and a shallow wound was cut from her neck. The key was that Princess Qinghuan didn't look at it, and her hands were shaking, and there were more and more wounds.

The Saint Zi of Si Xin couldn't even resist. Three golden needles were inserted into the central channel in his body, and he had no strength at all.

"Don't make a noise, it's all your fault!" Princess Qinghuan shook her hand.

"Thorn!"

A wound was cut from the neck of the Saint Si Xin.

Si Xin Shengzi was so scared that he burst into tears of sweat. He didn't even dare to make a statement, for fear that Princess Qinghuan's hand would shake again.

"I'm bleeding, be careful, okay? Princess Qinghuan!" Si Xin Shengzi begged for mercy.

"Ah, I'm really bleeding!" Princess Qinghuan realized.

"Princess Qinghuan, how about we discuss? If you let me go, I promise, in the name of the Holy Lord, Zuo Shuai will definitely withdraw his troops!" Si Xin Shengzi begged for mercy.

"No, you want to lie to me, there's no way!" Princess Qinghuan glared.

With anger in his hand, a 'sting' sound was heard, and a bloody hole was tearing open from the neck of the Holy Son of Si Xin, and blood was flowing continuously.

Si Xin Shengzi's face turned green.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't let me go. Then can you take some of your sword?" Si Xin Shengzi begged for mercy.

"No, what if Zuo Baifeng breaks in and I don't have time to cut your head?" Princess Qinghuan said firmly.

Si Xin Shengzi: “…………………!”

The Saint Si Xin felt that he could no longer see hope. Unless Zuo Baifeng retreated, he would be dead today. The silly girl in front of him only listened to Wang Xiong, and ignored everything, even ignored his own safety.

"What if it's not Wang Xiong coming in or Zuo Baifeng?" Si Xin Shengzi said pitifully.

"As long as it is not Wang Xiong, you will be killed!" Princess Qinghuan said firmly.

The Saint Son of Si Xin wanted to cry without tears.

Just when the Holy Son of Si Xin could not see any hope.

"Plop"

A black shadow fell down immediately.

"Who?" Princess Qinghuan shook her hands in frightened.

"Don't move, blood vessels, my blood vessels are about to be broken!" Si Xin Shengzi cried.

"It's me, the girl Qinghuan! Cough cough cough!"

A cough came from not far away.

"Ah? Brother Qi? Why did you become like this? Why did you get out?" Princess Qinghuan shouted.

Ying Dong's whole body was charred, as if he was seriously injured.

When Si Xin Shengzi saw Ying Dong, she suddenly showed ecstasy expression on her face. She wanted to open her mouth and shout, but the sword moved around her neck, making Si Xin Shengzi dare not shout out the words she said.

Even so, the Holy Son of Si Xin was very excited. Ying Dong came and he was saved.

"I came out to help Yin Chongxu just now, but I was seriously injured and fell from it! Cough cough cough!" Ying Dong said with blood.

"You are seriously injured?" Princess Qinghuan said worriedly.

Princess Qinghuan did not know that Ying Dong's injury was caused by Wang Xiong, so she instantly believed Ying Dong.

"Yes, but I'm fine. Wang Xiong was so hurtful. Now many people are staring at Wang Xiong's killing. Wang Xiong can't stop it!" Ying Dong coughed.

"What?" Princess Qinghuan's face changed.

"Oh, you can attract thunder. If only you can help Wang Xiong next to him, he would not be so seriously injured. If someone is killed..." Ying Dong sighed.

"No, no, Wang Xiong will definitely be fine!" Princess Qinghuan suddenly became panicked.

"Princess Qinghuan, my neck, my neck!" Si Xin Shengzi was about to cry without tears.

Princess Qinghuan was nervous and her hands shook. When she shook her hands, she pulled the long sword back and forth at the neck of Saint Si Xin. The neck of Saint Si Xin was covered with blood marks at this moment.

But Princess Qinghuan didn't care about the Holy Son of Si Xin, but her heart fell on Wang Xiong outside.

"Ahem, Qinghuan girl, don't you go and help Wang Xiong? Do you want to see him die at the hands of the people in Chilian Holy Land?" Ying Dong sighed.

"But, but I want to guard the Saint Son of Si Xin, otherwise..." Princess Qinghuan said worriedly.

"I can no longer fight now, but it is still possible to help you guard the Saint Son of Si Xin. I will guard you. You can help Wang Xiong, if...!" Ying Dong advised.

Princess Qinghuan's eyes were filled with gloomy weather. What should I do?

When you go out, Wang Xiong will give him the task... If you don’t go out, Wang Xiong may die!

"Okay, I'm out, please be careful! Remember, if Zuo Baifeng wants to come in, he will kill the Saint Son of Si Xin. You must do it!" Princess Qinghuan said firmly.

"Don't worry!" Ying Dong nodded.

Princess Qinghuan handed the long sword to Ying Dong and ran out anxiously.

"Hahahaha, this little girl was cheated out in just a few words. Ying Dong, you really are!" The Holy Son of Si Xin laughed.

"Yeah!" Ying Dong nodded and walked up.

"Hurry, hurry up, help me pull out the golden needle. Be careful not to break my central channel. When I go out, Wang Xiong will be dead!" Si Xin Shengzi said with a ferocious face.

"Wang Xiong is dead, but what if you can't kill him?" Ying Dong shook his head.

"That's okay. I escape and Zuo Baifeng can kill Wang Xiong!" Si Xin Shengzi said with a certain expression.

"If you are caught by Wang Xiong again when you run out, wouldn't you return to the starting point?" Ying Dong shook his head again.

"Ah? Ying Dong, what nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up, help me pull out the golden needle. Don't you want Wang Xiong to die?" Si Xin Shengzi said with a glaring look.

"I think Wang Xiong must die, so I want to borrow something from you!" Ying Dong suddenly said coldly.

"What do you borrow?" The Holy Son of Si Xin suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Your life!" A ruthless cry flashed in Ying Dong's eyes.

"What?" The face of Saint Si Xin changed.

"Let's borrow your life! Help Zuo Baifeng put down all his worries and kill Wang Xiong with all his strength! I want Wang Xiong to die, so I'm sorry!" Ying Dong showed a ferocious sword on his face and stabbed at the Holy Son of Si Xin.

Si Xin Shengzi widened his eyes and looked at Ying Dong incredibly. He used to deal with Wang Xiong to help Ying Dong, why did Ying Dong kill him?

"Sher!"

With a sword, he stabbed in from the heart of the Saint Son of Sixin.

"puff!"

The Holy Son of Si Xin spurted out a mouthful of blood and still looked at Ying Dong incredibly: "Why, why? Cousin!"

"No reason. I just want Wang Xiong to die!" Ying Dong said lightly.

The long sword pierced Si Xin's heart and nailed it to the mountain wall. Ying Dong immediately stepped towards the entrance of the cave. When he ran away, he pretended to be a scorched corpse and moved towards the outside world.

Si Xin Shengzi's heart burst and was dying. When he was dying, he stared at Ying Dong's leaving back, and a sense of disbelief and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. But even if he was unwilling, his vitality would quickly flow out of his heart.

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Baicao Palace Square.

"The flag leader of the Zuo Sanlu, move closer to Wang Xiong and take down Wang Xiong!" Zuo Baifeng shouted loudly.

Zuo Baifeng did not participate in the battle, and the entire square battle fell into a gel shape. Wang Xiong's long whip was too powerful. In this short time, three hundred Wuzong realms were actually stopped by Wang Xiong. One pair of three hundred?

Even a martial saint could not do Wang Xiong's weight and slight weight. But Wang Xiong did it.

Zuo Baifeng also understood at this moment that Wang Xiong was the core of the other party, and Princess Qinghuan listened to Wang Xiong very much. Wang Xiong asked Princess Qinghuan to kidnap the Holy Son in the cave, and also cut off his sudden attack.

Now, only by taking down Wang Xiong and threatening Princess Qinghuan with Wang Xiong can the Holy Son be rescued.

Zuo Baifeng did not go to the battlefield, but he still kept commanding his subordinates and constantly pouring his combat power to Wang Xiong, which made Wang Xiong's pressure suddenly become extremely huge.

There are more than 300 Wuzong realm, these are not those brainless zombies. These have made Wang Xiong difficult to fight. Zuo Baifeng commands people to put pressure on himself?

Wang Xiong suddenly became difficult to deal with.

Just as Wang Xiong was dealing with the difficulties, a sword light suddenly broke through the whip net and instantly arrived not far from Wang Xiong.

Seeing that the long whip was too late to protect him, Wang Xiong's eyes became cold and he could only prepare to use the power of his soul.

Just at this moment.

"boom!"

Suddenly a thunder fell from the sky, instantly charred the man.
To be continued...