Nie Xiaoqian's whole body began to tremble with force, and even her voice began to tremble, "You, you, you, don't think that I will be afraid of you. As long as I want, I can kill you at any time now."
Saying that, Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly began to call Lan Ruosi. Her movements were extremely skillful, even better than Jiu'er's.
That's right, she taught Jiu'er everything, so how could she not know it? What's more, she had planned this day for a long time, so she was naturally very familiar with these things.
Not only that, Nie Xiaoqian had no good intentions when she taught Jiu'er and Wen Renjue how to practice. If she didn't teach them, how could she understand their skills so well and let them accept the formations she set?
Made.
Wen Renjue did not stop Nie Xiaoqian's actions, even though she knew that she wanted to capture Sikong Zhuo and the others and kill him.
However, he still didn't stop him, he just looked at her lightly, looking at her little by little, driven crazy by his momentum.
"Wen Renjue, today, I will let you know that life is worse than death." Nie Xiaoqian's hand flashed with black light, and immediately, Sikong Zhuo appeared in front of her.
There was no further hesitation, let alone any more nonsense. As soon as the energy in his hands came out, Sikong Zhuo immediately softened and fell into the sea water. He sank without even making a sound.
Jiu'er kept lying there, listening, and later she even tried to open her eyes to look.
But at this moment, she actually felt that it was better not to look at it.
"Squirt..." Sikong Zhuo died, and Wen Renjue immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, pouring it on the black flames on his body, and the flames became three points stronger.
"Brother?" Sikong Zhuo's soul stood on the sea, looking at Wen Renjue with confusion on his face. He hadn't figured out that he was dead yet, and was taking steps towards Wen Renjue.
"You're not dead?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Wen Renjue in disbelief, then a stern expression flashed on her face and she stretched out her hand again.
"Ah!" This time, Sikong Zhuo finally had time to shout out, but his soul was gone...
Jiu'er felt a pain in her heart, and her tearless eyes were so sour that she could hardly open them.
Her soul also became weaker.
Wen Renjue spit out another mouthful of blood, and his body shook again and again. Although the curse could not make him die now, it still hurt him deeply.