Yan Jiaojiao knew that the man in Yan Qingqing's hands was her son. In order to dispel Yan Qingqing's doubts, she had no choice but to pretend that it was not her son.

She had just arrived, and she didn't know the current situation, so she could only watch the changes.

Just when Yan Qingqing wanted to speak, Lin Yunxi and Ning Yichen also fell not far from him.

"Wow!" Lin Ziyi yelled softly, father and mother really came.

It's all right now, no need to follow Yan Qingqing.

Seeing Ning Yichen, Yan Qingqing smiled coldly, pointed to Wei Ziming in his hand, and said: "Ning Yichen, look, this is the son you dream of. I will let you watch him. He died in front of you with his own hands." Yan Qingqing said sharply. Ground roared.

How ruthless this man is towards her, how strong her vengeance will be.

When Ning Yichen heard it, her pupils shrank sharply, her deep and narrow peach eyes staring deeply at the ordinary-looking man in her hands.

Immediately, he raised his eyes quickly and looked at Yan Jiaojiao standing on Ran's body in a solution.

Yan Jiaojiao shook her head at him.

But the worries in her eyes did not escape his eyes.

At the same time, he also understood what Yan Jiaojiao meant.

The man in Yan Qingqing's hands was indeed their son, but Jiaojiao was afraid of something wrong with her son and didn't want to admit it.

After all, she is Yan Qingqing's sister, and she understands Yan Qingqing's personality.

He stared at Yan Qingqing coldly as Xuanbing, and said, "Yan Qingqing, he is not the son of the monarch. Take a good look at him, do you have any similarities with the monarch?"

He hasn't seen Ming'er, and Yan Qingqing must have never seen Ming'er either.

So, this time, you can only bet once!

When Yan Qingqing heard this, she frowned, lowered her head, and looked at Wei Ziming's ordinary face in a puzzled manner. She squeezed it easily. This face was very real, and it seemed that she was not easy to bear.

The moment she lowered her head, Lin Yunxi and Yan Jiaojiao looked at each other, knowing that Yan Qingqing still had doubts in her heart.

Lin Yunxi nodded to her, and at the same time commanded burning hands with her mind.

"Roar!"

Unable to quench his defenses, Ran suddenly let out a long roar, with great pressure.

The earth suddenly moved, Yan Qingqing, who lowered his head to look at Wei Ziming, staggered back and forth in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yunxi quickly threw the Profound Feather whip that had been prepared in her hand.

Yan Jiaojiao's spiritual power also hit Yan Qingqing at the same time.

Yan Qingqing was shocked when the two forces passed over at the same time.

Mo Laosan looked at it and immediately shot to help Yan Qingqing.

However, when he moved, Long Yetian noticed it.

While he shot, Long Yetian also shot quickly, blocking him at an extremely fast speed.

Mo Lao San looked at Long Yetian's action and knew that he was the Demon Lord, instantly frightened and challenged carefully.

When Lin Yunxi remained calm, her mind was careful and she took care of everything. At the same time as her whip arrived, Yan Jiaojiao's ferocious spiritual power quickly engulfed Wei Ziming's body.

Everything is considered time, and the two forces have made Yan Qingqing a little bit frantic.

All this comes from the fear in her heart!

Just burning, it made them have no choice, and the addition of Lin Yunxi and Long Yetian added a layer of fear in her heart.

At this time, Wei Ziming in her hand, she could only block Yan Jiaojiao's spiritual power without taking care of it.

Lin Yunxi successfully rescued Wei Ziming.

She quickly pulled Wei Ziming to her side and fed him a pill. Wei Ziming, who was sleeping, woke up quietly.

Seeing Lin Yunxi, he smiled weakly, "Madam, are you all right?"

Lin Yunxi looked at him, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Do you think we are in trouble? It is you who are in trouble."

Wei Zi smiled ashamed, because his vigilance was too low, and he was arrested in an instant.

"I'm sorry, madam, I worry about you again!" He knew that he was too stupid, and he always put himself in danger and worried those who care about him.

Lin Yunxi smiled calmly: "You don't need to feel ashamed, these are some of the training and growth that you have to experience in life, and the more you have experienced, the more vigilant will be."

Wei Ziming smiled bitterly: "Nevertheless, but it keeps worrying you, it is Ziming's fault!"

Lin Yunxi glanced at him who was frustrated, and smiled: "Your body is still very weak. Just sit here and rest. They will solve other things."

"Okay!" Wei Ziming nodded obediently. At this time, she didn't want to mess with anyone.

At this time, Gui Sanniang and dozens of people behind him all joined the battle.

Lengqian put Lin Ziyi aside and joined the battle.

Suddenly, the earth-shaking battle shocked the surrounding ice and snow, and the plane was dozens of feet high. An astonishing battle was looming in the flying snow.

"Wow!" It was the first time Lin Ziyi encountered so many strong men fighting, and everything in front of him was shocking.

With big bright eyes, he watched his father's battle curiously.

Dad’s cultivation base is more ferocious and quicker than before, one move, one move, fierce and domineering, and makes people unable to fight back. Then Mo Lao San is at a disadvantage in an instant, only retreating but not attacking, only defending but not attacking, with an aged face. , Full of fear and despair.

"Bang!" Long Yetian kicked Mo Lao San's chest, and the blood in his mouth suddenly surged, and his body flew out like a parabola. After hitting a big tree, he fell into a rage and died.

"Lao San..." Gui Sanniang screamed angrily.

But indifferent and humble, she couldn't get out.

Yan Jiaojiao and Yan Qingqing are too big to meet each other, the outcome is difficult to distinguish!

Yan Qingqing learned the magic, and every move was filled with huge evil spirits.

Yan Jiaojiao responded cautiously. Today, she must personally kill Yan Qingqing's scourge.

But at this moment, Lin Yunxi helped Wei Ziming restore his original appearance.

Upon seeing Yan Qingqing, the almost perfect face that resembled Yan Jiaojiao and Ning Yichen made her hateful eyes increasingly bloodthirsty.

She looked at Yan Jiaojiao who was confronting herself, and coldly shouted, "Bitch, he really is your son."

Yan Jiaojiao also sneered coldly, and sarcastically said, "Yes, he is my son. Back then, you killed the other one. Now, I will avenge my child and kill you, a cruel and vicious woman. "

"Huh! How many talents you have, just use it." Yan Qingqing didn't fear at all. Even if the injury was serious just now, Yan Jiaojiao is not her opponent.

"Kill you now!" Yan Jiaojiao exclaimed, her enchanting eyes full of killing intent.

The sword in her hand was merciless, fast and fierce.

"Shit!"

A blood stain was drawn on Yan Qingqing's arm, and the blood immediately dripped into the snow, looking unusually delicate.

Yan Qingqing was in pain and stared at Yan Jiaojiao angrily, but only saw Yan Jiaojiao smiling enchantingly and looking at her calmly.