Shangxuan Lishuang and Dongluo Daxian were laughed at so much that their faces turned red. They stared at Feng Qingyang with shame and annoyance, their eyes changing.
Feng Qingyang stood up gracefully, her tall body surrounded by purple-red light, mysterious and evil.
Like an awakened lion, he lazily held the hilt of the Wentian Sword, and the shining sword merged with him, making it dazzling.
Purple eyes stared at the two immortals with twinkling eyes in front of them, curled their lips, and showed a very light smile, "Shangxuan God, Dongluo God, do you want to go up one by one? Or do you come together?"
The tip of the sword moved between the two of them, and the clear smile was like the call of death.
Shangxuan Lishuang has met many powerful big shots, but there has never been one like Feng Qingyang. Just a look in his eyes can make his heart beat faster. He feels inexplicably inferior, as if provoking this silver-haired man in red is a thing.
Extremely stupid thing.
Seeing Shangxuan Lishuang's intense mood swings, Dongluo Immortal thought that he was angered by Feng Qingyang and was about to fight Feng Qingyang to the death, so he swallowed his saliva and shouted in a hissing voice: "The bold devil has been imprisoned by the Emperor of Heaven.
I don’t know how to reflect properly here! Today, I am determined to punish the traitors and eradicate the evil, and kill you, the devil!”
Just when everyone thought he would rush to Feng Qingyang first after his indignant words, he turned to Xuan Lishuang and said flatteringly: "God, you have great magic power and hate evil as much as you hate evil. With you here, Xiaoxian believes
We will definitely destroy this devil!"
"..." Three lines of black lines slid down Feng Qingyang's forehead.
As the saying goes, one mouse droppings ruins a pot of porridge.
In the fairy world, it is because there are shameless people like Dongluo Daxian and Shangxuan Lishuang that they cannot get sincere obedience from all walks of life.
Feng Qingyang looked at Shang Xuanli's livid face in amusement, and suddenly an evil thought came to his mind - if that face-loving old guy saw the shameless looks of these two people, would he feel "proud"?
?
He stood there quietly for a moment, and when he saw that they were still standing there stupidly motionless, he couldn't help but smile: "Aren't we going to do it together? Why, you still have to decide who will be the first to rush to the front and die?"
"Tian Lingzi, don't be too arrogant!!!"
The thoughts of Dongluo Immortal and Shangxuan Lishuang were pricked by Feng Qingyang, and their faces turned green and white with anger.
Out of embarrassment and anger, they angrily condensed their spiritual power into two long swords. With a sharp shout, two long swords, one green and one white, rushed straight towards Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang looked at them expressionlessly, as if he were looking at two clowns.
The wind was blowing, blowing the seductive silver thread at the end, and the delicate eyes fell motionlessly on the two long swords that were coming at a fast speed.
Suddenly, his sleeves turned over.
The two long swords pointed directly at his chest were suddenly pulled by a whirlwind and deviated from their direction.
The Wentian Sword in Feng Qingyang's hand buzzed excitedly, and he wanted to rush forward and pick off the two guys who overestimated their abilities!
Idiot, don't you know that when the magic crystal interacts with its owner, the magic power is unstoppable?
Not to mention that Shangxuan Lishuang was hit by Chen Xi's attack before, and his spiritual power dropped a lot. Even before he was injured, he couldn't compete with the power of the magic crystal!
Want to take advantage of Feng Qingyang's injury? That is simply a fool's errand!
The red clothes fluttered, the cuffs rolled up, and the two long swords made of condensed spiritual power seemed to be stuck in the swamp!