Yun Qing took off a whip from the shelf beside him and threw it out heavily.

The whip danced in the air with a sharp sound of wind, hitting the man's neck fiercely.

Bei Ming Yexuan smiled.

The spirit is quite fierce!

Without seeing how he moved, the whip that Yun Qing threw out was easily intercepted by the man.

Bei Ming Yexuan exerted a little force. Before Yun Qing could come back to his senses, he fell forward and threw himself into his arms.

Bei Ming Yexuan grabbed his slender body, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and looked at her eyes, with a hazy and cold aura flashing in his eyes, "Qingqing, remember, everything you have learned has only one goal, which is to protect yourself."

"Everyone, including me, can be injured or even die, but you can't, do you understand?"

Yun Qing was caught off guard and fell into the man's arms. Before she could speak, she heard the man's cold and quiet voice, which came into her ears clearly and slowly.

Yun Qing froze in an instant.

These words...those companions who died on the battlefield all spoke to her.

All of them can die, only she must live!

But she was still dead...

Not dead at the hands of the enemy.

Died at the hands of the closest person he was.

She will never forget the pain and despair of the cold blade piercing the heart.

A terrifying anger appeared in Yun Qing's eyes. She pushed Bei Ming Yexuan away and waved the whip in her hand again.

The long whip hits the man's vital points like a snake, but it is easily avoided by the other party every time.

No matter how strong her offensive was or how tricky the angle was, the man always stood still, and even his hair was not messy.

The quiet basement was full of the sound of whips dancing for a while.

The clouds sweated like rain, and their clothes and hair were wet with sweat, so tired that they were breathing.

But her eyes were terrible and focused and cunning.

She stared motionlessly at the noble and innocent man opposite, like a cub who was about to prey. Everything was new, but she only had endless resilience.

No matter how many times the whip she swung was intercepted by the other party or how many times she was pulled by the other party, she didn't care at all.

Just concentrate on finding the other party's weaknesses, and then-

One blow will kill!

But Bei Ming Yexuan obviously does not intend to let go of the situation.

Until the whip on Yun Qing's hand was ruined, she didn't even let Bei Ming Yexuan move around, let alone letting him move around.

After putting the others, I probably had cried in despair, but Yun Qing just threw down the broken whip and pulled out the fencing sword on the shelf.

The bright cold light reflected Yun Qing's black and cold eyes.

Bei Ming Yexuan estimated Yun Qing's limit in his heart.

Her physical strength has long exceeded her own limit, but this willpower that is unwilling to admit defeat is terrible.

Fencing is a compulsory course for aristocrats, so Yun Qing naturally learned it.

The technology is not even low.

She is undoubtedly a very intelligent person. She knows that physical strength is her weakness, so she uses every point to useful places.

Although she failed to let Bei Ming Yexuan move, the number of times she was pulled into her arms by a man began to gradually decrease.

When it got dark, Yun Qing's willpower reached its limit.

The bamboo sword in her hand fell to the ground, and the person fell down.
Chapter completed!