"How not!"

With a clear voice and then the sound of metal colliding with each other, Feng Xuanyi and Qiu Zifan fought.

"Feng Xuanyi, you are already injured, you can't beat me!"

Qiu Zifan smiled coldly, the look in Feng Xuanyi's eyes was also very fierce.

In order to pester Feng Xuanyi and prevent him from coming to save people, he had been ambushing him before, but he didn't expect that he would still come.

"It's not the end, how do you know?"

Feng Xuanyi looked at him coldly, the long sword in his hand was also impermeable to the wind, and the dense rain of swords seemed to wrap everyone in.

Qiu Zifan didn't stop, and the two of them were in full swing.

"Xiao Yan'er is so good, good words and good words make you divorce, you don't want to, toast and not eat fine wine!!"

Obviously, Qiu Zifan has big prejudices about Feng Xuanyi.

He really couldn't think of what is good about the man in front of him, Xiao Yan'er liked it so much.

They have so many men standing there, not every one of them is better than him.

Really are! !

But Qiu Zifan didn't dare to hurt Feng Xuanyi, especially when Feng Xuanyi was injured.

He was not a softhearted person, but he was afraid that if he hurt Feng Xuanyi, Xiao Yan'er would be sad and anguished afterwards.

He just couldn't see Xiao Yan'er so pitiful.

Feng Xuanyi was wearing a dark dress. Lu Qingming couldn't see what happened to him, but he could see that his face was very ugly.

Lu Qingming stood up with the tree on one side and watched their duel nervously.

Qiu Zifan deliberately dodged, but Feng Xuanyi turned back to be ruthless. He knew that Qiu Zifan would not kill him, but as long as he fell down a little, Qingming would be killed, and he would not be able to fall down.

Thinking of this even more, Qiu Zifan's sword was cut on his arm again.

Feng Xuanyi snorted, and the sword in his hand was even more tightly clenched.

Lu Qingming looked at it from one side, and felt that one of his stars seemed to be grasped.

Qiu Zifan felt that Feng Xuanyi was already at a loss, and his heart was amused, and his moves gradually seemed to be teasing Feng Xuanyi.

Just when he felt that he was about to kick Feng Xuanyi to the ground with one kick, the sword in Feng Xuanyi's hand had already pierced his throat.

Qiu Zifan's eyes widened suddenly, as if he thought it was impossible.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the blood on his neck, constantly surging outside, and he was dying.

Feng Xuanyi...He is tricking...

Realizing this in his mind, Qiu Zifan had fallen to the ground and couldn't stand his eyes. He actually lost to this kind of soft-footed crab.

"Ahem--"

Feng Xuanyi coughed abruptly and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. His body was swaying, and he immediately stabilized his body with a long sword.

"Are you OK!"

Lu Qingming stood far away, she wanted to go and see him, but the moment her feet moved, there was a piercing pain.

"Your ankle is sprained! Don't move!"

Feng Xuanyi frowned and said, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, took out an ammunition from it, swallowed it, and walked to Lu Qingming's side.

"okay!"

Lu Qingming nodded.

Feng Xuanyi took the medicine and breathed out for some time before he walked to Lu Qingming's.