She is having trouble to fight......

Ruoyu over there was also busy persuading Lu Yanran: "Miss Lu! It's serious to clean up demons at the moment. Don't lose big because of small things..."

"You have seen her, she is aggressive! The Shaoyang School is so famous! Could it be that I will be scared!"

　　 Lu Yanran refused to give in.

There was a lot of trouble here, while Xuanji and Yu Sifeng over there were still busy dealing with more and more Qu Ru, and they gradually struggled. Xuanji's movements were getting bigger, and she felt that the scratched wound on her back broke open again, her wrists softened, and she almost lost her sword. Seeing that a few more Qu Ru flew towards her, she had to grit her teeth and fight back, secretly condensing her true energy, trying to release the fairy law.

Those Qu Ru who fluttered around below suddenly smelled the smell of blood on her body, and became excited immediately, and no longer rushed in other directions. They gathered together to wrap Xuanji in it like last night.

Seeing that the situation is not good, she immediately lost her sword, put her hands together and pinched the seal to release the magic.

Suddenly, when Yu Sifeng on the other side started to whistle, three long and one short, a ball of silver light jumped out of his sleeves, and the wind grew like a ghost, jumping around on those Qu Ru's backs, being caught by it. With a touch, Qu Runiao shed its strength and fell.

Yu Sifeng was blowing a weird tone and controlling Xiao Yinhua's actions. As he rose up, his sleeves stretched out, and countless dark blue lights were shot out. He thought it was his hidden weapon. It was probably painted. , Qu Runiao around Xuanji was disturbed by him, and a breakthrough immediately appeared. He flew in, grabbed Xuanji's hand, and lifted her behind him.

"Sifeng..." She yelled. It's a pity that Qu Runiao's momentum around is too loud, he must not hear what she said.

Yu Sifeng was in front of her, and squeezed her hand hard with his backhand, "Did you see Xiao Yinhua?" he asked loudly.

　Xuanji was taken aback, and hurriedly nodded: "I saw it! But...I can't see clearly."

Qu Ru birds around flew over, surrounded the two of them and kept scratching and biting them, relying on him to resist from left and right with a sword, moving forward and backward. While he was struggling to deal with the many monsters, he still had the energy to joke with her: "You will be able to see clearly later!"

Xuanji saw his panting aggravated, and wanted to come and deal with so many Qurus alone. But she lost the sword just now, this will make her infuriating and unable to condense, and will not help him. Suddenly he heard a muffled sound in the ear, and his left arm was abruptly grabbed by sharp claws, and the flesh of his belt was torn off. The blood immediately soaked his clothes.

She only felt the buzzing in her ears, her heart was chaotic to the extreme, and she was helpless and at a loss. Aunt Hong's words suddenly came to her mind. What she said that day: Xuanji can't be a burden all the time. If your relatives and friends are in danger for you in the future, you can bear to watch them die?

　　 Of course she can't bear it!

Four years ago, she went down the mountain and got drunk. After years of confusion, she finally understood what she was after. So many people say that she has no heart and no goal, but she hopes that they can all be happy.

She doesn't like seeing them sad, she doesn't like seeing them hurt and bleed.

In fact, what she dislikes the most is to be separated from them, for whatever reason. She likes to make a small background color in a happy background, rather than being abandoned or... forced to separate.

A faint silver light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, maybe it was the moonlight, maybe it was the brilliance of the sword in Sifeng's hand, she didn't know. The true energy scattered in her chest suddenly gathered, as if thousands of rivers finally flowed into the sea.

She closed her eyes, pinched the seal and chanted, poked her right hand out, her five fingers curled up slightly, like an orchid about to bloom, and her fingertips seemed to be coated with silver sand, shiny.

Yu Sifeng, who was struggling in the front, suddenly felt a warm wind coming from behind him, entangled with the fishy wind coming towards him, curling his long hair high.