The powerful spiritual pressure overflowing in the space made her almost collapse. But she still relied on her stubborn will and used all her strength to move the sword tip to Shangxuan Lishuang's chest. The low voice did not represent her.
It is her weakness, but her determination to take revenge:
"Do you know how I felt when I watched Mu Ying being stabbed by Feng Mulian? At that time, I silently swore in my heart that once I found the mastermind behind the scenes, I would do whatever it takes to cut him into pieces.
"
With the faint Sanskrit sound and her firm vow, Shangxuan Lishuang suddenly realized what a stupid thing he had just done.
He originally thought that by not allowing Chen Xi to recover, he could buy more time to seek reinforcements. Once there was foreign aid, and Chen Xi had forgotten the big devil, he could just make up a lie and let these two people go.
Loved ones turn against each other.
He wanted to borrow Chen Xi's hand to kill Feng Qingyang!
However, his calculations were so loud, but he never thought...
In the end, he was defeated by underestimating Chen Xi's arrogance!
This woman is really no longer the weak and weak Hua Qianxi she used to be!
Her arrogance made her powerful, and also led him to a dead end without knowing it!
"..."
When the ruthless Wentian Sword pierced his abdomen fiercely, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman in front of him who would rather be broken than ruined.
His mute voice moved his red lips: "..." There was a warning written in his eyes: Hua Qianxi, how dare you assassinate the gods on the territory of the fairy world?
"Assassination? If it's just an assassination, it would be too easy for you!"
Chen Xi looked coldly at Shang Xuan Lishuang's panicked eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Using all her strength, she pulled out the sword with difficulty, letting the dirty blood dye the corners of her skirt red without even frowning.
She was like a bloodthirsty Rakshasa, looking down at him coldly and ruthlessly: "Shangxuan Lishuang, you should also experience the pain of inflicting pain on others!"
Manually, with a dense purple-red light, the sword tip stabbed Shangxuan Lishuang's chest hard again, barely avoiding the vital point.
As she said, she would not kill Shangxuan Lishuang with one sword.
She wanted him to experience the torture that Muying had experienced.
Thinking of that poor wooden man, the coldness in Chen Xi's eyes deepened.
The worry in her heart turned into the strength of revenge. She drew her sword again and stabbed...
"Shangxuan Lishuang, this sword is my thanks to you! Thank you for thinking of plots and tricks to frame me over and over again!"
The sword comes out, the sword falls!
She added: "This sword is my reward for your good intentions in tricking me into this place!"
"With this sword, thank you for letting me experience the feeling of polysaccharide piercing the intestines!"
"This sword, thank you for your attempt on me just now! This sword, I am trying to please you!"
…
One sword after another, she watched with bloodthirsty as the aloof man's face turned pale little by little.
Watching his blood dye the holy white fairy clouds red.
She looked at him coldly, without any pity.
"stop!"
Suddenly a hurricane blew in the distant sky, flying Chen Xi high up.
"puff!"
Her body hit the white jade pillar hard, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth.
In her distracted vision, she saw a barefooted immortal flying quickly towards Xuan Lishuang and flying away with him in a hurry.
It turns out that that’s the exit!
Chen Xi looked at the direction they were leaving, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, revealing a knowing smile.
Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and closed her eyes weakly.
The Sanskrit sound echoing in her ears became louder and louder, tugging at her aching chest.
Qingyang...
Xiaoqian...
No, I can't miss you, I can't...
In her coma, her lips moved almost imperceptibly.
"What a stubborn woman!"
Suddenly, a pair of snow-white boots appeared in front of her.
A jade-faced man holding a flute landed in front of her in a carefree manner.
He stopped playing the flute and looked at the woman who fainted on the ground with a complicated expression.
Hua Qianxi...it turns out that this is what she will look like a thousand years later!
Narrowing his beautiful eyes, he squatted in front of Chen Xi and looked at her carefully. In the cold space, a warmth existed because of his presence.
…
"Tsk, it really hurts!"
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Xi, who had been unconscious, faintly woke up and found that she was still in the original thirteenth gap. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought: Fortunately, as long as she is not transferred to another place by the Barefoot Immortal, she can still be saved!
She sat up slowly holding her injured chest, and suddenly found a hot gaze falling on her. She raised her head warily and looked into a pair of black eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Who are you?" She took a defensive step back.
She secretly wondered who the person in front of her was and whether she had the ability to deal with the person in front of her now.
Her step-by-step approach fell into the eyes of the man in white and snowy clothes, which aroused hearty laughter: "Hahaha, interesting! It's really interesting! Flower Fairy, do you really not remember me?"
"..."
Chen Xi suddenly realized from his slanting eyes, "Are you the Suzaku God?"
"Well, it's rare that a fairy still remembers me. Not bad, not bad!"
Lord Suzaku nodded, his eyes with a bright smile fell on the woman's smart eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"After a thousand years of farewell, how are you doing, Fairy?"
"Haha, God, do you think I'm fine now?"
Chen Xi sat on the ground laughing at herself. Knowing that the person coming was the Suzaku God, who was known to be incorruptible and stoic in the fairy world, she felt a little relieved.
She looked around, a little puzzled: "Shangshen, why did you come to this place?"
You must know that these thirteen gaps are the prisons of the immortal world. Immortals are afraid of being contaminated by bad luck and will never come here if nothing happens.
She looked at the sudden pause in the smile of Lord Suzaku, and noticed with sharp eyes that he had a flute in his hand.
Could it be that that polyphonic sound was played by him?
When she thought about it, she suddenly realized that there was really no annoying Sanskrit sound around her, and her chest didn't hurt as much as before.
I couldn't help but said gratefully to God Zhuque: "God, thank you."
"Thank you for what?"
The God of Vermillion Bird caressed the broken hair on his forehead in boredom, and raised his eyebrows to look at Chen Xi with an elusive and profound look.
Chen Xi said sincerely: "Thank you for not playing the flute anymore!"
"You mean this?"
Lord Suzaku raised the jade-like bamboo flute in his hand nonchalantly, leaned his lazy body against the white jade pillar, and said softly: "I just want to take a rest, I will still play it later! You
You know, this is the mission given to me by Your Majesty, and it is a destiny that cannot be violated!"