"Where is she?" Hua Xingxing approached step by step, her cold thin lips still uttering repeated words.
No one in the Ghost Spirit Sect knew anything about him, and when they looked at each other, they were even more afraid of him.
How did he know where she was?! He caught her at first, but she ran away halfway! And this is not the point. The point is that when they caught her, they were full of questions. They had never heard of the seventh prince getting married.
?!
"Whoa." Before he could finish his words, the jade fan tore through Hong Youwei's back like a sharp sword, and rushed towards Hong Youwei with a cold and violent aura without any hesitation.
No one saw how he did it, but the scars caused by the cold jade fan on Hong Youwei's body were so severe that he was almost suffocated and unable to breathe.
But after all, he was a man who had seen strong winds and waves, so he still felt a little confident.
After thinking for a while, Hong Youwei stabilized his body and lowered his voice.
"Seventh Prince, if you go against our Ghost Spirit Sect, you have to think about the consequences. You have to know that even if you can fight again, there are only three of you, and this is the chief helm. If you kill me, you will definitely go there and never come back!" Hong
Youwei once again made harsh words.
Not only to shock a few of them, but also to save a small life for myself.
The three of them had already been surrounded by opportunities from the Ghost Spirit Sect in front of them. If they were wise, they would have taken it into consideration, but Hong Youwei made a wrong calculation.
"I don't have the patience to ask you a third time." Hua Xingxing said, holding a jade fan in one hand. There was no expression on his face, but Su Lang and Dark Moon understood that Hua Xingxing was really angry.
Su Di Hua Xing suddenly laughed. This smile could be described as unparalleled in elegance, with an evil flavor. Hong Youwei's eyes widened. But then this evil smile instantly turned into a bloodthirsty smile.
Ferociously, before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was very familiar with this kind of bloody smell, and he could smell it everywhere in the Ghost Spirit Sect.
"You...you actually..." Hong Youwei breathed his last before he could finish his words. His eyes were still wide open, as if he never dreamed that he would die like this at the hands of Hua Xingxing.
Su Lang looked at Hong Youwei, who was lying lifeless on the ground, and smacked his lips. Hey, what could he do wrong, except to anger the prince? Isn't this because he lives too long?
If you don't have such a good foundation in kung fu, don't say harsh words casually, or you may end up losing one of your lives.
"Master, what are you going to do next?" Su Lang saw that Hua Xingxing had defeated Hong Youwei, and it seemed that the fight was about to continue, so Su Lang couldn't help but say something mean: "It's been a long time."
No more mass killings, just relax your muscles and bones today!"
I don’t know if I said this to cheer myself up, or if I wanted to scare the people of the Ghost Spirit Sect.
At this time, An Yue happened to flash over from the side, glanced at Su Lang, who was playing tricks on the side, and said, "Then I'll leave it all to you alone. Remember to call me and me when the fight is over."
"Dark Moon, you heartless person, can you bear to leave me alone?" Su Lang saw that Dark Moon was making trouble again, so he couldn't help but mutter a few words, and rolled his eyes at him as a token of appreciation.
despise.
"Be patient." The reply without any pause almost caused Su Lang to suffer internal injuries.
Dark Moon, this bastard! He’s just here to draw hatred!