His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Chapter 872
"Clang~"

The sound of swords and swords colliding constantly resounded in the stone path, Feng Yunran's face gradually paled, just looking at the black eyes of the remaining evil disciples, they were still cold, and the firmness in the bottom of the eyes was still... still there.

Another evil disciple's head fell, and Feng Yunran became more and more courageous in his killing, and the spotless white clothes in the past were now stained with blood.

Shangguanjing was terrified to see the strong smell of blood in the stone path, but he didn't dare to go forward. Now he was in the eye of the prisoner dragon formation, if he stepped out of the formation, the entire prisoner dragon formation would quickly disintegrate.

Moreover, and Aran is now in the formation, if the rest of the strength is added, it is difficult to guarantee that the prisoner dragon formation will not be out of balance...

As the bitter battle continued, the disciples brought by Feng Yunran, although powerful in martial arts, were ultimately much weaker than those puppets who knew no pain and no consciousness.

Soon, after Feng Yunran killed the No.5 evil disciple, the entire prisoner dragon array finally couldn't consume it and disintegrated quickly. Troubled, he slashed at Feng Yunran's back with a backhand sword.

"Aran, be careful!" Shangguan Jing was shocked.

However, it was a step too late, Feng Yunran's back was severely slashed by the sword.

Feng Yunran expected that the Prison Dragon Formation would disintegrate, but he never thought it would disintegrate so quickly.

The blood color quickly dyed the white robe, dyed the hair red, Feng Yunran frowned slightly, turned around quickly, and cut off the head of the evil disciple with a horizontal sword.

After succeeding, Feng Yunran no longer wanted to fight, and gave the last villain to everyone to deal with, while he stepped back a few steps and retreated to the outside of the circle.

"Cough cough." Feng Yunran covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, and blood slowly overflowed between the fingers. After the cough stopped, Feng Yunran raised his hand tremblingly, looked at it for a while, and then slowly tightened it.

"Aran, it's done! We..." Seeing that the last evil disciple was finally killed, Shangguan Jing turned around and wanted to ask Feng Yunran to continue walking forward, but he saw the other party's face like snow, and saw the pistol under his feet. When there was blood, his pupils shrank suddenly.

After being stunned, Shangguan Jing hurried forward, and when he circled behind Fengyun, his eyes were reddened by the large expanse of blood behind him.

"Aran, you go back first. I, I'll take someone to rescue Xiao Junjun." Shangguan Jing said, his voice trembling.

Feng Yunran shook his head, the firm light in his eyes was not dimmed by the light on his body, "Xiao Luoer is inside, she is waiting for me, I can't go back."

"Do you know, if you go on like this, you will die!" Shangguanjing roared, his eyes sore.

"She is waiting for me. I promised her that I will take her home..." Feng Yunran dragged his long sword and stepped forward step by step. Every step he took left a red footprint.

Shangguan Jing looked at Feng Yunran who was walking away step by step, his heart was complicated, he finally gritted his teeth, chased after Feng Yunran, and pulled Feng Yunran back, "Aran, this is the hemostatic pill I made, if you don't go back, you will take this I ate it."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Feng Yunran's willingness or not, Shangguanjing grabbed Feng Yunran's hand and stuffed the hemostatic pill he took out into Feng Yunran's hand.

Feng Yunran was stunned, looked at Shangguan Jing and turned his head away. A smile flashed in the depths of Shangguan Jing's black eyes, and he said softly, "Ah Jing, thank you."

Shangguanjing snorted coldly, holding his sword, crossed Fengyunran, and walked forward first.

(End of this chapter)