Yu Qionghuan waved her hand resolutely, and at this moment, ten dolls stabbed Feng Qingchen from four directions, top, bottom, left and right.
Faced with the attack from the puppet, Feng Qingchen wanted to lift the psychic sword in his hand, but he staggered. The psychic sword was like a thousand pounds, and it suddenly penetrated into the ground, and he could no longer lift it up.
The glimmer of light in front of Feng Qingchen disappeared instantly...
Just when the swords of the ten puppets were about to stab Feng Qingchen, a white light came quickly, and a red shadow stood out from the white light and stepped forward to hug the lying man.
The puppet's sword move did not retract, but stabbed straight at him.
An Yi roared, and the white tiger opened his mouth, bit the corner of Feng Qingchen's clothes, and threw him on his back.
At this moment, all the sword moves that were originally aimed at Feng Qingchen were aimed at An Yi.
The ten swords were like ghosts from hell. The sword wind was like a huge sword net shining with a strange light, eager to break out of the net, ferocious and eager to drag her into the abyss of eternal destruction...
Feng Qingchen, who was thrown on the back by the white tiger, suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around quickly and saw the puppets rushing towards An Yi. He wanted to rush over, but he had no strength, and his whole body seemed to be drained dry. , unable to move at all, he could only shout out hoarsely the name that colored his life, "An Yi!"
An Yi raised her eyes and saw the man's anxious and panicked face. She curled her lips slightly and swung the sword in her hand. At this moment, a puppet's sword pierced her back.
Feng Qingchen's eyes widened instantly. In his eyes, there was only the injured look of An Yi, and only the blood splattered from An Yi's body...
An Yi turned around and struck the puppet with a sword, stabbing it steadily into the puppet's heart.
The puppet made a bang and turned into white powder and disappeared into the air.
An Yi staggered. There were wounds all over her arms and legs. She couldn't stand upright. She leaned on Bai Hu's huge body, but the hand holding the sword was still so strong, and her face was still so strong and solemn.
At this moment, on top of Yushan Mountain, Bai Yue'e looked at the scene at the bottom of the mountain, her heart tightened, and she looked back at the man in white: "Miss, what should I do? What if Princess Luan..."
The man in white said calmly: "She will be fine. Her destiny is predetermined. Those dolls, including Yu Qionghuan, are just clowns. They are just small stumbling blocks and not enough to hurt her. That one in the tiger The man on her back is her biggest enemy!"
Bai Yue'e was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Miss, could you have made a mistake in your calculation? That King Luan was so affectionate to Princess Luan, how could he kill her with his own hands?"
The man in white sneered: "Isn't it possible? All men in this world are unlucky. That man didn't show his flaws, just because he was too conceited, believed in himself too much, and was too superstitious about the power of dragon's breath, thinking that he had the power of dragon's breath. He can own the world with just a breath. Now he has tasted the taste of failure. Soon, very soon his true intention will change, and it won't be too late for you to say this again!"
Bai Yue'e didn't dare to speak anymore, but continued to look at everything on the battlefield worriedly.
An Yi hit the puppet's heart with one blow and successfully destroyed the puppet. She suddenly gained confidence, and every time she stabbed the sword, it rushed towards the puppet's heart.
It's a pity that she only has one sword, but there are thousands of dolls, and 20,000 soldiers are eyeing her. An Yi has been surrounded.
