He rolled his two black eyes in panic, trying to escape while Feng Qingyang was dealing with Shangxuan Lishuang.
However, as Feng Qingyang's sharp eyes swept over him, another sharp sword energy struck Dongluo Immortal.
The Great Immortal Dongluo jumped forward and fell to the ground gorgeously, vomiting blood.
"Great Immortal Dongluo, thank you for giving me such an excellent opportunity for revenge! Now, just lie here and don't move. I'll have a good chat with you after I'm done!"
Feng Qingyang chuckled, her beautiful smile was like a blooming flaming begonia, beautiful, so beautiful that it made people shudder.
Immortal Dongluo subconsciously wanted to shake his head and retreat. Only then did he realize that Feng Qingyang's sword had cast a immobilization spell on his body.
Not only did he want to run to get reinforcements, he even wanted to shout "help" but he couldn't.
Shangxuan Lishuang clutched his chest, and the burning pain spreading from his chest made his face turn blue and white, changing constantly like a palette.
He forced himself to straighten his back, unwilling to show weakness in front of Feng Qingyang.
He sneered and turned around slowly: "Tian Lingzi, this is the fairy world, not your magic cave. Even if you kill me, you won't survive!"
"Yeah?"
First, he threatened Feng Qingyang that Chen Xi would not be able to survive if he died, and now he changed the chips. Do you think he would be afraid if he made trouble with him?
"But what should I do? I really have to kill you today!"
If Xi'er dies, there's no point in living for him!
If Xi'er survives, then there is no need for him to keep Shang Xuan Lishuang.
Feng Qingyang shook the invincible Wentian Sword in his hand, and the smile on his lips deepened.
"Shangxuan Lishuang, this sword is a thank you for your 'kindness' reminder!"
Manually, the sword moved, and the howling cold wind, accompanied by the dark purple light, suddenly hit Shang Xuan Lishuang's body.
Boom!
The big hand covering his chest couldn't avoid it and was severely chopped off. Deep red blood spurted out, dyeing the ground surrounded by fairy clouds red.
The magic crystal drank the blood of the immortal and made a buzzing sound excitedly, as if shouting eagerly: "I want it! I want it! I want it!"
The evil silver-haired man looked at the sword in his hand, then at Shangxuan Lizhuang, who had a deathly pale face, and asked coldly: "Shangxuan Lizhuang, is the taste of Wentian Sword still as ecstatic as before?"
"You...Tian Lingzi, kill me, you won't be able to escape..."
Shang Xuanli gritted his teeth, his body hurt by the Wentian Sword. He forced himself to recognize the pain of his broken arm and stared fiercely into Feng Qingyang's eyes: "Big devil, I curse you, I curse you.
And Chen Xi...well..."
The words on his lips were stopped by a sudden sharp light.
Bright red blood gurgled out of Shangxuan Lishuang's mouth and wetted his clothes, which was shocking.
Feng Qingyang looked at Shangxuan Lishuang who had his tongue cut off indifferently, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "I have long been displeased with your tongue! Now that it has been chopped off, it is clean."
"Uh huh..."
Shang Xuanli stared, the heart-wrenching pain made him worse than death.
Damn it! How dare he cut off his tongue.
Shangxuan Lishuang drank in hatred and wanted to secretly adjust his breath to regenerate an arm and tongue. However, Feng Qingyang did not give him a chance at all.
The sword moved, the silver thread fluttered...
The purple-red light flashed with terrible beams in the gaps between the fourteen layers of pure white. The red shadow was like a flawless red silk, shuttling back and forth among the fairy clouds in the sky, as fast as lightning.