The steel bars were broken and the situation backstage was terrible.

Most of the monks around Tang Ruanruan have died, and now there are only three people left, while there are nearly ten people on the opposite side.

Each of them wore a mask, and each mask had a distorted face of the Chinese zodiac.

Tang Ruanruan's palms were covered with sweat. She silently picked up the steel bars on the ground. Instead of pointing them at those people, she quietly pointed the sharp side at herself.

Her status is special, so she must not be captured.

Over the years, the God of War has treated her as his own, and all the family affection she has felt from childhood to adulthood was from that person.

Therefore, Tang Ruanruan will not embarrass the God of War.

Although she had some skills and had entered a monk not long ago, she also understood that at this time, her own strength was of no importance at all.

The only thing she can do is to threaten the other party with her own life.

"Miss Tang!" a monk said in horror.

Tang Ruanruan just looked at him and shook her head. Her eyes were determined, and her light blue hair was like an unruly swan, singing loudly.

The sharp steel bar was placed on her throat, and she calmly said: "Do you want me to die, or do you want my people?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Tang, although I am not your fan, it would be heartbreaking to let you die. According to the above requirements, if you can be captured alive, you must be captured alive. But if you cannot be captured alive, I can only let you die, so

Your life and death have little impact on us." One of the monks laughed.

Tang Ruanruan sneered, the sharp steel bar pierced into the skin of his throat, and a bit of bright red blood was like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, so beautiful, so dazzling, swaying alone in the cold wind, it also made people feel distressed.

The person opposite was wearing a mask, so Tang Ruanruan couldn't see their eyes, but she could feel the other person making some unusual sounds because she was very sensitive to sounds.

She smiled, not a sarcastic smile, but a mischievous smile, like that of a street gangster, holding a steel rod and throwing it casually over his shoulder, looking at others.

Even she herself didn't know this kind of smile, because her life had always been going very smoothly over the years.

"Since the living have a little effect compared to the dead, then they also have a little effect."

"I have no other requirements. As long as you let my three friends leave, I will follow you honestly. Otherwise..."

The steel bar moved in a little further.

The person on the other side hesitated, obviously not expecting this petite-looking star to have such courage.

"Okay, I can promise you." The monk's voice was hoarse.

The three people protecting Tang Ruanruan refused to retreat.

"If you don't leave, I will die now." Tang Ruoruan said firmly. The three of them had no choice but to retreat a dozen meters away.

This distance is considered safe for the monks. When the people on the opposite side catch Tang Ruanruan, it is enough for them to escape.

"Okay, we have let them go, so Miss Tang, do you want to put down the steel bars..."

Tang Ruanruan snorted, her light blue hair trembling slightly, and then she showed a mocking smile: "Since he has left, then I will leave too."

"not good!"

"Stop her!"

That monk was closest to Tang Ruanruan, so he was also the fastest. He raised and lowered the knife, of course, not to kill, but to save others.

His knife hit the steel bar.

Bang!

The steel bar fell to the ground and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just the next second, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

He only felt a burning pain on the right side of his face, and the alarm bell rang loudly in his heart, so he raised his hand to block it.

But that power was so powerful that he, a monk who had consecrated the Third Realm, was caught off guard and seemed a little embarrassed.

boom!

The Foshan Seal hit the opponent's temple hard, and the monk's body flew backwards. The entire right brain was dented, the skull was completely exploded, and the brain matter mixed with blood and water spurted out.

The sudden turn of events shocked the remaining nine monks. According to their investigation, this big star had just entered the consecration realm, so how could he suddenly use such a terrifying trick?

"Catch her, don't be careless, she is indeed the adopted daughter of Lord Military God." A monk wearing a dragon mask shouted flatly. The aura on his body was extremely powerful, and he was obviously at least a three-step master or above.

Tang Ruanruan's reaction was extremely fast. After she eliminated a monk, she immediately retreated.

She cherishes life and will not commit suicide unless absolutely necessary.

"It's a pity that the grandmaster didn't come up. If the grandmaster could be seriously injured, our chances of escaping would be much greater."

The three monks who had already stayed away from behind also rushed over.

Although there was a Grandmaster among the three, after all, he had been injured before, and if he wanted to stop the opponent's Grandmaster, all three of them must come together.

They want to create conditions for Tang Ruanruan to leave.

However, an accident still happened. Among the remaining nine monks on the other side, another grandmaster appeared.

"Miss Tang, let's not play these boring games and let's go." The grandmaster wearing a mouse mask chuckled.

Tang Ruanruan and others were surrounded in the center.

"Let's go?" She turned over her sleeves and took out a dagger.

"I know what you want and who you want to threaten, but I am not his biological daughter."

"Sometimes, it's better to be a biological child than a biological child. Since Lord Military God has adopted you, we can still trust his character."

"Today, either a corpse or a living person must be taken back."

Tang Ruanruan sighed softly, but her eyes became more and more stern. She didn't want to die, no one wanted to die.

It's just that she lives as if to find something.

Deep in those memories, every time it was quiet at night, there was always someone who seemed to be waiting for her to come back.

However, she couldn't remember who that person was.

Qi Chen, who came over, naturally saw this scene. In fact, when Tang Ruanruan released the Foshan Seal, Qi Chen probably guessed that the person who had exchanged the theory of psychic pistols with him in books more than a year ago,

That's her.

"How could I be so stupid? I just guessed it now..."

Qi Chen was annoyed and angry, but when he remembered that he and Tang Ruanruan had spent a night in tacit understanding, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

She also has light blue hair.

The handwriting she left on the paper was so beautiful, and now that I think about it, it seems a bit similar to her style when she was a child.

Her tone was still so naughty and a little domineering.

She is still so smart.

Therefore, she is still the same Tang Ruanruan as before, nothing has changed, just like he himself has not changed in the past ten years.

Qi Chen was in a very happy mood, even though he was seriously injured, even though he was very tired now, and he spent a lot of spiritual energy to deal with the monster.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

This step is not heavy, but relaxed, even with joy and excitement.

The next second, he appeared next to the group of monks.

The thin blade of the sword slit a person's throat. Qi Chen opened his eyes, so he could clearly see that the sword cut the skin inch by inch, like a blood-red ink painting.

"Love makes people strong." Qi Ling sighed rarely.

One sword fell, and countless people were killed and injured.

Qi Chen fully brought out the Forgetting Sword Technique with this sword move, and gained new insights.

The sword is like a willow, caressing the necks of each monk.

The two masters at the scene resisted for a while, then saw Qi Chen, and immediately ran away.

Qi Chen did not pursue him.

His heart is not with those two people now.

He was like a knight who came to save the princess and had just driven away the evil dragon.

He was embarrassed, nervous, shy and enthusiastic as he looked at Tang Ruanruan.

All encounters again were beautiful and warm. He even expected Tang Ruanruan to see him, with tears streaming down his face, and then call his childhood nickname and rush towards him.

You see, the little boy back then grew up and became a knight.

Tang Ruanruan came back to her senses, looked at the fiery gaze, hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Thank you, sir."

"My name is Qi Chen." Qi Chen raised a smile. He felt that he had become more handsome, and of course the other party would not recognize him.

"Thank you, Mr. Qi, but the situation is a bit complicated now. I can't talk to you more about the past. Thank you for your life-saving grace. I will repay you in the future. Of course, it will be easy for you to find me."

boom!

Qi Chen was stunned on the spot.

The knight passed through the pass and came to the princess.

The knight expressed his love to the princess. The princess said with a troubled face, but we are brothers and sisters, and my true love is the dragon.

Qi Chen's current mood is just like this dark fairy tale.
Chapter completed!