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- Chapter 352 Passing
He was living in Feiyun Tower, and the ball of soul flashed the situation of Fang Xueqing and the others. If the situation went bad, he could move there instantly.
Fang Xueqing discussed with the middle-aged beautiful woman. The surrounding guards were tight and there was no chance to get in. She had to force her way through. Fang Xueqing took the initiative to take over. She opened the way in front, diverted the guards, and allowed the middle-aged beautiful woman to get closer to the emperor.
The beautiful middle-aged woman refused because it was too dangerous. She often walked in the palace and knew a little about the masters in the palace. She knew that all of them were powerful and they were not just freeloaders.
Fang Xueqing insisted on this, saying that she had a different identity and could only do this. Otherwise, if the middle-aged beautiful woman got into trouble and the emperor found out, he would definitely hunt down the princess of Danyang. No matter what, the princess must not be implicated.
The middle-aged beautiful woman thought for a while and nodded slowly. If it was about her own safety, she would naturally come forward, but when it was about the princess, she could only do this.
Then, Fang Xueqing suddenly appeared from the corner, gave a sweet shout, rushed over, stretched out her hand, and a white silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve, like a silver snake, unpretentious, and instantly hit a guard who was standing loosely. .
The guard was over forty years old, in his prime, with a face like a crown of jade, and dressed in a green shirt, showing his elegant and graceful manner. He must have been a handsome and handsome man in his youth.
He stood at the entrance of the Royal Garden, his legs slightly spread, extremely relaxed, as if he was basking in the sun, lazily unable to lift his spirits.
As soon as Fang Xueqing appeared, his body suddenly tensed up, like a bow stringed, and his eyes burst out with light, like substance, piercing Fang Xueqing.
He turned around, drew his sword sideways, and slashed at Fang Xueqing's Bai Ling. At the same time, he let out a low shout, like a muffled thunder exploding in his ears.
Although Fang Xueqing has deep inner strength, she can't help but hesitate. His shout is a unique skill, similar to Shaolin's lion's roar. The same skill can produce stronger effects.
"Dang" sounded softly, like the sound of gold and iron, and the long sword struck Bai Ling.
With one slash, Bai Ling suddenly changed from hard to soft, as if a silver snake was hit seven inches by a swift shot, and immediately softened, but then wrapped around the long sword, she shook her wrist and pulled it.
Two human figures flew towards them, and the long swords streaked across the sky like two white rainbows. The human figures and the long swords merged into one, stabbing at them with the force of wind and thunder.
Fang Xueqing pulled, and the middle-aged man felt an immense power surge up. He couldn't help but loosen his right hand and let go of the long sword.
Fang Xueqing flicked her wrist again, and Bai Ling flicked her sword, shooting out towards one of them.
The man was in the air, and the long sword was shot at him. He could only face it with all his strength. The flying sword hit him with a crisp "ding" sound, and several fragments flew. The long sword was shattered by his sword. It can be seen that this The power of thorn.
The middle-aged man who lost his sword stepped on the Seven Stars, stepped forward and struck Fang Xueqing on the chest with his palm, the force of his palm was strong and sharp, and the wind was blowing.
Another sword light came like a shooting star, Fang Xueqing's body swayed suddenly, like a wisp of smoke, drifting away, avoiding this extremely fast sword.
The other person smashed the long sword in the air, and his body stagnated for a moment, one step behind the previous person, just in time for Fang Xueqing to avoid it.
If two people arrive at the same time, the left and right directions will be blocked, leaving Fang Xueqing with no other choice but to retreat, otherwise, he will have to be able to cover the two of them.
Fang Xueqing has a keen sense of combat and saw through the power at once. Bai Ling wrapped her long sword to block it, blocking one person and breaking the two's cooperation.
The middle-aged man slapped the air with one palm, then turned and stepped forward, and slapped the other palm again, making a whirring sound, the sound was louder and the palm force was stronger.
Fang Xueqing just wanted to attract their attention and didn't want to kill anyone, so she just fought without killing anyone. She twisted her body and avoided his palm again.
She frowned slightly, and she could already see that this person's palm skills were strange, and the palm power was overlapping, one wave after another, like a snowball. If one palm missed, the next palm would be more powerful and more and more powerful. Fiercely until you hit the opponent.
I am also proficient in such a palm technique. If someone is careless and is hit, the consequences will be serious.
She didn¡¯t want to take risks, so she suddenly swayed forward and made a circle with her white jade-like right hand. She looked slow and fast.
It was as if the white collar had caught his right palm, and with a slight tug, the middle-aged man staggered, took a step forward, hurriedly used his legs to perform the Qianjin Pendant, and tried to stand still.
Fang Xueqing smiled slightly, and made a quick circle with her white jade-like right hand, changing from counterclockwise to clockwise. After finishing the stroke, she pressed.
The middle-aged man used his energy on his legs, his upper body was weak, and the surging internal force hit him hard, as if a huge wave hit his head, and his body flew up involuntarily.
After crossing two feet, his body hit the wall hard with a muffled "bang" sound.
Fang Xueqing dodged again, just in time to avoid a sword, and Bai Ling??It jumped out like a silver snake, at an extremely fast speed, and turned into a streak of white light, which wrapped around the sword body.
The two sword wielders have similar statures. They are as thin as a pine tree and have a gaunt appearance. They are about fifty years old. Their eyes are as bright as cold stars and their faces are cold and solemn.
One person's sword was entangled, and the other person swung his sword to cut off Bai Ling.
Fang Xueqing smiled slightly, flicked her wrist, and there was a "buzz" sound, like a string being plucked, and the white silk turned into several shadows, like several white silks entangled together.
The long sword struck Bai Ling, making a "ding" sound and the long sword bounced up.
At this time, two more people rushed over, wielding knives, holding the knives vertically on their waists, running quickly with their feet, like galloping horses, rushing towards them.
Fang Xueqing pulled lightly, and Bai Ling rolled up the long sword and threw it at the other old sword wielder, making a whirring sound like a meteor hammer.
The old man fell down, kicked his legs hard, and shot Fang Xueqing close to the ground, just avoiding the long sword. The other two people ran towards her with knives and blinked in front of her.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" The two spears struck at the head, like two strings of cold moon glowing with cold air, as fast as lightning, and there was no way to avoid them.
Fang Xueqing and Bai Ling swung the long sword. There were two crisp "ding" and "ding" sounds, and the long sword broke into three pieces.
The two of them took another step forward, and the sword flashed like a sword, slashing straight down like a waterfall hanging upside down.
Fang Xueqing swung away quickly, just in time to avoid it, and was entangled with the three people. They were inextricably killed for a while, and two more people jumped out from the side, also using swords.
Both of them are middle-aged, with bulging temples, as if they were hiding two small walnuts, and their eyes are bright and cold, and they occasionally glance at them, penetrating their hearts.
Five people besieged Fang Xueqing. Her feet were fluttering and her movements were unpredictable. She always avoided them by a hair's breadth. She was in danger after danger, but she could always turn danger into safety.
The beautiful middle-aged woman suddenly flashed out of the way, ran out from behind a house, and rushed straight to the imperial garden.
The person at the entrance of the garden was entangled by Fang Xueqing, and she rushed into the garden.
Two people came up to her immediately. They were two old men in gray clothes. Their faces were cold and their eyes were murderous. After seeing her, they were suddenly startled and then rushed towards her again.
The two men drew their swords like lightning and stabbed straight at them without mercy. The middle-aged beautiful woman flicked her sleeves and a fierce black light shot out, hitting the young man in yellow shirt in the distance.
This young man has a melon-shaped face, handsome features, eyebrows on the temples, and bright eyes, exuding an inexplicable air of elegance and elegance.
The beautiful middle-aged woman threw a dart, turned around and left, but the two old men refused to let go. They put away their swords and chased outside the imperial garden.
"Let's go!" The beautiful middle-aged woman called out to Fang Xueqing, turned around and left.
But there was a delay, and the two old men behind him had already caught up. They slapped their right palms together, fiercely and fiercely, and the wind whistled in the palms.
The middle-aged beautiful woman had no choice but to turn around to meet the two of them. She twisted her plump body to avoid the palm of one person, but could not avoid the palm of the other person, so she reached out to catch it.
With a "bang" sound, the middle-aged beautiful woman staggered back, and was hit on the shoulder by another old man, sending her flying diagonally.
Another person¡¯s palm pressed down again. Fang Xueqing was entangled among the five people and kept staring at this side. She saw that the situation was not good. If she received another slap, Miss Wang would definitely not survive.
Suddenly golden light flashed on her body, her body stagnated for a moment, and she was hit by a palm in the back and flew into the air, flying towards the middle-aged beautiful woman.
She was in the air, accelerated violently, and performed Qing Kung. Using her original palm power, she was extremely fast. She quickly arrived in front of the middle-aged beautiful woman. The white silk came out, like a silver snake, and wrapped around her waist.
"Let's go!" Fang Xueqing slammed her palm on the ground, bent her body, changed direction and rushed out.
She activated the Divine Movement Technique, and it was like a stream of light, fleeting. They chased for more than ten feet, then gave up helplessly and turned around quickly to avoid falling into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain.
These situations clearly appeared in Xiao Yuesheng's mind, and he was quite appreciative of Fang Xueqing's actions. The guards of the Forbidden Palace were indeed ruthless. They had obviously recognized the beautiful middle-aged woman, but they still didn't let her go.
The innate Qi has a magical effect. After a while, the two people's faces were rosy, as if they had drunk wine, and there was no sign of injury.
"Young Master" Fang Xueqing opened her eyes and said softly.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "No need to say more, just know that among the strong, there are more powerful ones. There are many masters in the world."
"Yes." Fang Xueqing lowered her head and said. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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