The sound struck Feng Qingcheng's heart like a heavy hammer. If it weren't for her own mistakes today, how could she have reached this point?/⊙﹏⊙bwww

"Even if I die, will you be used as my backer?" Feng Qingcheng sneered, her eyes suddenly becoming arrogant.

"Death is imminent, you are worthy of being Luo Liuling's disciple!" Liesha smiled sinisterly, and then took action viciously.

Feng Qingcheng's face began to show a cold air, and the whole body was filled with chills. It was the noble and domineering aura of a born king, and it was the desperate attempt to destroy everything! [

Although Feng Qingcheng looks very charming on the outside, like a romantic young man, he has never been a kind person in his heart.

"Huh!" Feng Qingcheng drank in a low voice, her eyes flashing with light, and she moved her steps, wanting to step forward and take action.

"You're crazy!" Lan Wuxin stopped him: "You are seriously injured now, and you are no match for him."

"Get out of the way!" Feng Qingcheng whispered, with a bleak determination in her tone.

"I can't." Lan Wuxin shook his head with a sad face. Now all his hopes were on Luo Liuling, but at this time, her shadow still did not appear.

With Ziyi's encouragement, Feng Qingcheng came out empty-handed, her explosive power expanding infinitely, regardless of the fact that the wound on her shoulder was bleeding.

However, although Feng Qingcheng's skills were good, he bled too much and consumed too much of his energy. After more than a hundred rounds, he gradually fell into the killing sword energy.

At this time, his strength was gradually approaching its limit, and there was not much more to fight.

"Suffer death!" There was a roar out of thin air, the fierce figure swirled, and with a palm in the air, it hit Feng Qingcheng's head!

Feng Qingcheng frowned, panting slightly, blue veins popped out, and her eyes were blood red.

He really wanted to show him that he was not that weak, but he could no longer gather any internal strength in his body. Until now, he had only relied on his will and perseverance to fight.

The murderous figures were flying around like phantoms, constantly approaching, and the strong murderous aura was directly above their heads.

Unexpectedly, I, the seventh prince of Feng Qingcheng and Feng Kingdom, would die here before I could realize my grand ideal.

Heaven is jealous of Lan Yan!!!! God is unfair!!! 1

Waves of sneers came from Feng Qingcheng's mouth, as if mocking herself for not being mature enough or calm enough.

As the palm shadow approached, Feng Qingcheng wanted to turn around and receive the palm, but she was unable to do so.

Suddenly, Feng Qingcheng seemed to have hallucinations. He saw a person in flying red clothes coming quickly. It was a scene of prosperity that he had never seen before.

The next second, a flickering silver thread blocked the killing palm wind as fast as a meteor.

Immediately afterwards, the red figure seemed to be dancing wildly in the wind, and the silver light struck Liesha's back with infinite domineering force.[

This blow caused Liesha's face to become distorted due to pain, and he subconsciously turned around to see who it was.

At first glance, he was shocked again: the person in front of him was wearing a pair of black boots with white soles, and there was a little dirt on the black boots. He was dressed in red clothes and fluttering. He just felt like the person in the painting, with his hair like a waterfall of black hair.

Behind you, there is no wind, and the conversation is as ethereal as a fairy, with the smell of otherworldly fireworks.

Silver-threaded fingers pointed fiercely to kill, Luo Liuling's eyes were full of anger: "How can I allow you to insult my people?

"Luo Liuling!" Liesha's eyes were a little more excited, but also a little bloodthirsty.
Chapter completed!