The oppressive aura of the pendant chain was very calm. It seemed that the phantom had been conquered by Feng Ziqi. Do they have no chance of winning?
Feng Ziqi narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled coldly, and called out, "Come here!"
Suddenly, more than ten men in black emerged from all around, all covered in black facial scarves, with sharp and delicate eyes, and a murderous aura that was extremely powerful.
But Feng Ziqi did not issue an order to attack, but just handed Anna in her arms to two of them, so that they could take care of her carefully.
He walked forward slowly but calmly. At some point, a long sword had appeared in his hand. He pointed at Mo Yunchen, with a sarcastic meaning on his lips, and said arrogantly, "If you can beat me,
I'll give Nana back to you."
But unfortunately, you will only lose to me in your entire life!
Feng Ziqi's blue eyes radiated wildly.
Mo Yunchen was not someone who could stand it. In addition, he had already made up his mind to fight to the death, so he tightened the sword of Mo King stolen from his hand.
Just as he was about to go out to fight, Han Chilu took the lead in grabbing him.
"I'll come first." Han Chilu stared at Feng Ziqi, but said to Mo Yunchen.
Then when he passed through Mo Yunchen, he whispered in Mo Yunchen's ear, "You should take a closer look later."
Mo Yunchen understood Han Chilu's meaning in an instant. He wanted to test Feng Ziqi's strength first, and then let Mo Yunchen think about how to crack his spiritual skills.
Although this method is very dangerous, it is indeed the best at present.
Feng Ziqi's deep blue eyes showed an unfathomable meaning, and the corner of his mouth curled up a smile, as if he had seen through their plans, but he did not point it out.
Han Chilu raised his sword and attacked him. He just used his sword to block it lightly. His figure was elegant and neat, without seeing any heavyness.
"Are you just a little capable?" Feng Ziqi looked at Han Chilu sarcastically and said.
Han Chilu gritted his teeth and injected his spiritual power into the sword in anger, especially at the tip of the sword, emitting a slight silver light.
Feng Ziqi raised his sword with great speed, then swept the sword. He didn't touch Han Chilu's body, but saw a long hole in his arm.
Anna, who was pulled by the two of them, watched the scarlet blood flow down Han Chilu's wounds.
She struggled and shouted at them loudly, "Feng Ziqi! No! I beg you to let them go! Chilu, don't fight him, don't fight again!"
The match between the two of them is too obvious!
What exactly did Han Chilu think? This is clearly a death sentence!
She must not see such a thing happening to her!
The only way to do this is... Anna suddenly remembered something, hurriedly moved her gaze to Feng Ziqi, and said anxiously, "Feng Ziqi, I promise you! I promise you the conditions just now! So, hurry up
Let them go! As long as you don’t hurt them, I will promise you everything!”