Exorcist Princess

A cold light flashed in Mr. Han's eyes, and he smiled: "That's right, he's a man. But, you have to remember, you can't draw your sword when you fight with me, and she will die immediately!" He held Yi Qing Chen's fingers loosened slightly.Yi Qingchen shouted: "Big Maple Leaf, don't fall for his tricks! At worst, let him kill me. You are not his opponent with bare hands!" Feng Yiying glanced at her, and slightly closed her eyes.The monsters in front of me are like cats. Before eating them, play for a while.How could he not see it?However, he had no way not to be fooled, and he sighed slightly in his heart: "Qingchen, even though I know that you will die, I must not just sit and watch you die in front of me..." Young Master Han's eyes glowed with excitement, He wrapped around Yi Qingchen with two arms, and the other six monsters held one hand, and six swords with different colors but shining cold light appeared.Six beams of sword light attacked Feng Yiying like a horse training.Feng Yiying stepped back, brushed the tip of the sword and floated backwards, her movements were erratic and nimble.However, that Mr. Han's sword was too fast, he retreated seven or eight feet without stopping, the point of the sword still cut his clothes, and blood slowly seeped out from the cut.He can't draw his sword, he can only retreat!Back up without stopping. "Haha, you really have a lot of love for this girl. I want to see how long you can hold on!" The six swords stabbed out in a row like a windmill, as fast as a gust of wind and lightning.A cold smile flickered in Mr. Han's eyes: "The sword is on your body. You can pull it out, but the price for pulling it out is her death!" There was a strange crying voice: "I don't use techniques, even ordinary swordsmanship can kill you, the leader of the four masters of the martial arts, why are you the leader of the four masters of the martial arts?! Haha!" He laughed wildly, the sword in his hand But without stopping, he slashed at the white-clothed man who kept retreating empty-handed in front of him. "Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" Several soft sounds, Feng Yiying didn't move out his sword, he suddenly made a move, stretched out his fingers and flicked on the six attacking swords, the sound was like a dragon's chant, the six swords trembled, Bounce away.