Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 642
How could Qiu Yishui be willing to let go of the hand that was holding her tightly.

Sweeping around the circle, he said without fear: "Okay, even if we die, we will be together."

Zetian said gloomyly: "Today is not up to you."

Black clouds suddenly rose and covered the center.

Cang Mo held Qiu Yishui in front of him with one hand, and used the other hand to make sword moves to resist the attack of the man in black.

The sound of weapons colliding could be heard endlessly, and Cang Mo had broken dozens of moves with the man in black in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Yishui's eyes widened, and he saw clearly that Cang Mo's movements were obviously slower than before, clumsy on the left and right, and he was invincible.

Anxiously wanting to pull his hand away, he shouted, "Leave me alone, I can protect myself, and they won't hurt me."

Cang Mo refused to let go, and resisted with all his strength while saying: "Zetian's purpose is to separate us, so that he can take you away. We can't fall into the trap."

Qiu Yishui tried his best to block some of the attacks for him.

Suddenly Cang Mo groaned, and then hot liquid dripped onto Qiu Yishui's arm.

Qiu Yishui turned her head to the side, her face paled in fright.

On her arm, a large piece of the original light purple clothes was soaked in blood, and the blood was still flowing down.

Qiu Yishui asked in surprise: "Mo, are you injured? Where is the injury?"

"Shoulders, it's okay." Cang Mo replied in a deep voice.

Seeing Cang Mo injured, the man in black looked like a blood-eating shark, and with great fighting spirit, he rushed towards Cang Mo crazily.

Cang Mo's shoulder was in severe pain, and the severe pain stimulated the full potential of his body. With a loud shout, the sword light struck the man in black like lightning.

After hearing a few screams, Cang Mo led Qiu Yishui out of the encirclement of men in black.

The two supported each other and fled towards the border gate.

However, after running a few steps, a black shadow flashed in front of them, and a person landed lightly in front of them, blocking their way.

The man took off his cloak, he was Zetian.

"Hmph, you don't want to escape my palm today." Zetian's voice was as cold as iron.

(End of this chapter)