She was shocked and angry. She didn't expect that she would beat the eagle all day but was pecked by the eagle today.

At the same time, she also remembered the plans she had proposed for Tiemujin.

"Swoosh!"

Before the protection of Tiemu Wuyue could finish his call, the Lord Yongshun ejected from the sand.

He pounced on Ye Fan and the others like a bloodsucker.

Soon, he arrived in front of Ye Fan and Tiemu Wuyue, and without saying a word, he kicked out his two bamboo pole-like calves.

Kick them all at the vital points of Ye Fan and Tiemu Wuyue.

"Old Orange!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Tiemu Wuyue swung Ye Fan to the side, gathering all his strength to fight with the other party.

One big and the other thin, the fists and feet were fighting each other in the air.

Tiemu Wuyue gritted her teeth and ran into the king of Yongshun twelve times.

Although the opponent's fierce attack was resolved, his efforts continued to roll with each encounter.

The last head-on collision made Tiemu Wuyue's mouth full of blood.

She felt a little frustrated. If she was usually able to kill the other person with one hand.

But now he is exhausted and cannot withstand the series of bombardment of the enemy who is raising his strength.

Just when she subconsciously retreated, Lord Yongshun flipped his hands.

“         Ding!”

A fruit knife penetrated directly through Temu Wuyue's shoulder and penetrated it from her back with blood.

Tiemu Wuyue tried hard to retreat and prevented the fruit knife from lingering in her body, otherwise it would be split in half.

Even so, she was still staggering and unable to support her, and blood was already overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

"die!"

The Lord of Yongshun bounced on the ground and stabbed Tiemu Wuyue directly at the throat.

Seeing that Tiemu Wuyue was difficult to resist, Ye Fan gritted his teeth and knelt down halfway, and hammered his left arm with his right hand.

Boom, he instantly gathered all his strength into his left arm.

Then he lifted it up suddenly.

Whoosh!

A ray of white light flashed.

With a sharp sound, the Lord of Yongshun's body trembled and all movements stopped.

The knife in his hand also stopped moving three inches away from Tiemu Wuyue.

There was a blood hole in his head.

Bleeding freely.

Then he thumped heavily to the ground, staring at Ye Fan with wide eyes.

He seemed to have never thought that Ye Fan, who was at the end of his strength, could still kill him.

"thump!"

Ye Fan also fell softly to the ground like an empty snakeskin bag.

Not only did he lose the strength, he also overdrawn and his whole body became cold.

"Ye Aniu, Ye Aniu, what's wrong with you?"

Tiemu Wuyue rushed to Ye Fan and hugged him Lihua Huayu: "How is your injury?"

"I can withstand it!"

Ye Fan squeezed out: "Is this Yongshun Lord fake? Prince Zile harmed us?"

"No, it should have nothing to do with Princess Zi Le!"

Tiemu Wuyue shook her head desperately: "It's me that I'm sorry for you, it's me that I'm sorry for you..."
Chapter completed!