All the enemies have arrived in front of the State Division and Emperor Xiaoyun.

The National Master raised his sleeves and protected Emperor Xiaoyun in his arms. His cloudless eyes turned to the man and raised his lips slightly: "From the time you left, only half of the incense left, although I I ca n’t face these people, but it ’s enough to cope with Banjo ... ”

As long as I support this half of the incense stick, Xiaoyun is safe ...

In the arms of the State Master, Emperor Xiaoyun couldn't move even with her movements. Her strength was not as good as that of the State Master, and she couldn't break free of his imprisonment.

I could only watch those swords, sticks, guns and swords heading up, making her beautiful pupils shrink.

The blood bloomed in front of her eyes, like roses, which spurred her eyes and hurt her heart ...

"Do not!!!"

Her voice was sad, ringing in the mountains and seas all over her, tears flowing down her eyes, covering her face.

Every wound of the National Teacher was like a sharp thorn, which was firmly pierced in her heart, making her grief-stricken and tearing her heart.

She wished that all the injuries were on her.

But the man in front of her, like a god, stood beside her, blocking all the harm for her.

Even if the blood was dripping and the skin was peeling, the man's brows were never wrinkled, and his face was calm and calm, without changing the color.

The whole world seemed to disappear from the eyes of Emperor Xiaoyun. In her eyes there was only the man drifting like a wind, so quiet ... She even knew the sound of her heartbeat.

"what happened?"

The eyes of the man shrouded in the dark mist glowed with a strange green light, and he looked coldly at the blood-stained state teacher.

After so many attacks, how can he continue to stand here?

The national teacher did not speak. He firmly protected the young girl in his arms, his eyes calm as water, without any waves.

It's just that his footsteps are staggering, and without the previous rapport, his attack is getting slower and slower, no longer as fast and agile as the original ...

A sword came from the rear and was chopped on the shoulders of the master of the country. The blood that came out of the spur pierced Di Xiaoyun's eyes. Her heartbeat had disappeared from her chest.

The man's ink hair was lightly raised in the wind, misty as a fairy, and every movement of him was deeply engraved in Emperor Xiaoyun's heart, branded in her mind, and made her feel painful.

Gradually, he didn't have the initial strength, and the hand that was closely following Emperor Xiaoyun slowly loosened. The whole person seemed to be pulled out of the sea of ​​blood, but even so, it would not affect his independence. Temperament.

"National Division!"

Emperor Xiaoyun saw that the national teacher had no more strength, she hurriedly raised her hands, hugged the man tightly with both arms, and left her back to those people ...

The attack came suddenly and fell like a storm.

Seeing Emperor Xiaoyun's small body will be chopped under the sword of those people, Emperor Xiaoyun closed his eyes, intending to suffer countless pains and injuries ...

but……

At the moment when the swords were about to fall on her, the swords suddenly turned into small pieces and disappeared suddenly in the air.

With that disappeared, there was also the group of enemies that rushed quickly, which also turned into stars and dissipated under the bloody moonlight.

"Time is up?" The man's face changed greatly, and he looked at Emperor Xiaoyun somberly, "This time I killed this guy first, so that Emperor Cang lost one left arm and one right arm. I will kill you again next time!"