Fighting the Supreme Realm

"Kill him!" the "ancestor" of the Dan Palace spoke softly. Wang Zhisha's hand pinched Xiao Yan's neck hard. Xiao Yan's expression was painful and ferocious. His body could not exert any strength at all, and he was grunting. The blood was pouring out, and Xiao Yan's face was covered with blood. If this continued, Xiao Yan's neck might really be crushed to pieces.

"Damn it, damn it, Xiao Yan, you can't die, little liar, you haven't married me yet..." Qing Muer burst into tears. Seeing Xiao Yan in danger, Qing Muer wished that she was the one being pinched at this moment, she was even willing to take her place. Xiao Yan is going to die. "Xiao Yan...what should I do...what should I do? Everyone, please help Xiao Yan!!" Qing Haoran was also anxious, but Zhen Zongfu was seriously injured. Xuetu, Yin Xue, Qingying and others looked at Wang Zhisha with a look in their eyes. Out of fear, they will never take the risk to save Xiao Yan, otherwise they will become the next Xiao Yan.

"Ahem...Brother, please loosen your hands, otherwise there will be no more." Just when everyone was extremely nervous and Xiao Yan's life was in danger, suddenly a white hand was placed on Wang Zhisha Demon The arm holding Xiao Yan's neck spoke with a gentle yet domineering voice. Qing Mu'er's crying stopped abruptly. Feng Feng, Zi Ying and Xiao Zhan all froze, as if time had stopped all of a sudden.

Everyone was startled and slowly looked towards the voice. Almost everyone's eyes shrank, while Qing Mu'er, Feng Feng, Zi Ying, Xiao Zhan and others were all excited. Trembling.

With a handsome appearance, exquisite facial features, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, he was dressed in white, just like a scholar. His voice had a unique magnetism. When this voice sounded, even Xiao Yan, who was unconscious, stared and twisted his eyes. Looking at the neck pinched by Wang Zhimo, Xiao Yan looked towards the place where the sound came from. Xiao Yan saw that there was a trace of curvature at the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth. Xiao Yan was actually smiling again at this moment!

"He...why did he appear here? I...I saw it right!" Qing Mu'er was so excited that she hesitated to speak. She turned to look at Feng Feng, Zi Ying, Xiao Zhan and others on both sides. The three of them were all stunned. He stared, his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief, and his dull eyes showed disbelief.

"Nan...Nan Erming, he was actually resurrected by Master Xiao!!" Xiao Zhan said the name slowly, and everyone looked at that handsome face, which was even more handsome than before, with more features between his features. He had a temperament that no one could describe, and his face was as warm as jade, but everyone was immediately shocked. When Nan Erming died, he was only at the peak of the six-star level. Even if he was resurrected and had good luck, he would not dare to fight against the evil king. If you talk like this, even if you are resurrected, aren't you looking for death again?

"Huh? I told you to let go, can't you hear me?" Xiao Yan still didn't let go of his arm. His domineering words made everyone open their mouths, feeling like their teeth were about to fall out. Looking closely at the white-clothed figure who placed his hand safely on the arm of Wang Zhisha Demon, as soon as the words came out, there were even cold hisses.

"Who is this person... This is the rhythm of seeking death."

"He... I know him... He is also one of the strong men around Xiao Yan. His name seems to be... Nan Erming!!"

"Then what kind of strength does this person have that he dares to provoke the evil demon of the king like this?"

"This... is not clear, but when did you see him?"

"It seems...no, it appeared suddenly..."