As soon as Helian Yu came out, Wei Changjun knew that he shouldn't stay here.
He had known the temper of his own palace master for a long time, especially in front of this Taoist priest, the palace master would never allow another person to catch Duan Qing's eye. Therefore, Wei Changjun waved his hand, and all the assassins who came with him retreated. He also used his Qinggong to grab Bu Xueyao, stepped on the rocks protruding from the water, and disappeared on the top of the cliff after a few ups and downs.
Duan Qing wanted to stop him, but as soon as he took a step, Helian Yu blocked his way. Qian Yuan shook his hand out, lingering like water to stop him from moving, and said: "Why are you in such a hurry to come and go, and you don't even want to look at me properly? If you want to look at others, I will cut off their hands and feet and turn them into human pigs, and put them in front of you to look at them carefully. How about it?"
There was a slyness in his laughter, as if he was not talking about his right-hand man, but just a used-up dog.
Helian Yu said it lightly, and Duan Qing ignored it. He swept away Helian Yu's grasp with his whisk, and chased Bu Xue in the distant direction on the water. However, a purple shadow flashed in front of him, and Helian Yu followed closely. The sharp knives of his right hand were forced towards Duan Qing's eyes; the sword flower in his left hand turned into a white light and cut towards Duan Qing's throat.
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