She didn't expect that Gu Xijiu would scream and attract people to watch when she was surrounded.
Humph, so what if there are onlookers?
She has already thought of a way to deal with it.
If she attracts people, she will only be cast aside by the onlookers.
She has more reasons to execute the other party.
When Di Fuyi asked later, she still had these demons as witnesses.
Of course, to prevent long nights and endless dreams, she still wanted to deal with Gu Xijiu as soon as possible.
The momentum building was almost done, so she waved her hand: "Take her down."
The maids and guards were also waiting for her words.
They shouted and rushed forward.
Gu Xijiu narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly took the little Xie Zhi and teleported a hundred feet away.
Yuan Yuan was startled and thought she was going to run away.
Later, when she saw her appearing not far away, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She could have used the child's safety to threaten Gu Xijiu, so that the other party would not be able to capture him or dare not run away, but in full view of the public, she did not want to ruin her reputation, so naturally she would not use the child as a threat.
However, because she was afraid of Gu Xijiu's teleportation technique, she subconsciously took a few steps back, retreated to where the child was hidden, and took a glance.
The mutation happened at this moment Gu Xijiu, who was already surrounded by various magical weapons from the guards, suddenly teleported to the vicinity of Yuanyuan regardless of the danger.
The light of the sword was like a sword, slashing towards a corner of the wall.
Yuan Yuan was startled and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but the opponent was too fast and she couldn't stop him at all.
There was just a sound of thunder, like a balloon bursting.
There was a flash of golden light at the corner of the wall, and the small barrier broke, revealing the large net inside, and the child was still trapped in the big net.
Gu Xijiu desperately grabbed the net and the child together in her hands Baby, she got it back again.
However, she could not dodge the sword thrust from Princess Yuanyuan.
The sword light was like a poisonous snake, piercing directly into Gu Xijiu's left rib.
Gu Xijiu's face turned pale, and Yuan Yuan's swordsmanship was quite a bit red in the Central Plains.
When she stabbed someone, although there wouldn't be a lot of blood for a while, it was ten times more painful than an ordinary sword wound.
She staggered and her face turned pale instantly.
She never suffered any loss, and there was a cold light in her eyes, and she spun around with her staggering steps.
Don't retreat but advance, rush forward violently The sword in the palm of his hand sliced Yuan Yuan's neck straight
After all, Gu Xijiu was born as a killer, and her calculations were precise and vicious.
She and Princess Yuanyuan had an electric confrontation.
Yuanyuan seriously injured her, but she could cut off Yuanyuan's head.
Calculating it this way, she didn’t suffer a loss but still made a profit.
What she didn't expect was that just as her sword was about to cut into Yuanyuan's delicate neck, a white light suddenly flashed, and a silk thread wrapped around her sword blade, preventing her sword edge from moving forward an inch.
Yuan Yuan narrowly escaped death and took advantage of the situation to roll over and hide two feet away.
Then he jumped up, looked in one direction, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Brother" Gu Xijiu also paused for a moment.
She understood that the thread that prevented her from cutting off Yuanyuan's head was a puppet thread.
She had seen its power before Now it seems that the power is still quite strong.
A single thread actually stopped her thunderous strike just now.
Her palms also felt sore and numb, and she could hardly hold the sword in her hand.
She held the net in one hand and the sword in the other, looking sideways.
I saw a figure floating in the distance not far away, with red clothes and black hair, and a mask on his face.
He stood there like a freehand landscape.
It was Di Fuyi, the current Demon Lord, who had arrived
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