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Feng Wangyan looked ferocious, and with the last bit of strength, he held Mu Xiaoxiao’s hand: “Run! Run!”
Mu Xiaoxiao was already petrified. He grabbed Feng Wanyan and ran out crying, mumbling: “I’m sorry, little Phoenix, I’m sorry, little Phoenix…”
Immediately, several ANBU disciples gritted their teeth, cursed, and surrounded him.
At this moment, Kung Fu showed no mercy.
She had to take Little Phoenix out. Mu Xiaoxiao raised the Feihong Sword again with tears in her eyes, her whole body trembling with fear.
She didn’t mean it, but she had to save Little Phoenix, even if…even if she asked these people to be buried with Little Phoenix…
She got this Feihong Sword in the Sword Pavilion. She recognized her as her master the first time she saw her. It was originally a deadly weapon, but now Feng Huanyan has given her all his cultivation. Mu Xiaoxiao is fully capable of wielding this flying red sword.
“You forced me.” Mu Xiaoxiao clenched the sword in despair.
The sword in his hand hummed softly, as if in response.
“That’s great.” Mu Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly, “As of now, I still have you Feihong by my side.”
As the name of the Feihong Sword suggests, wherever the sword light falls, several sharp sword auras spread out like falling flowers.
Like Ling Chi.
Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly raise the Feihong Sword, Qiao Wan’s heart skipped a beat and she secretly screamed, “Run!! Run!”
Fly forward and turn your bones into a shield to block it!
After half a step, the sword light fell down. In an instant, the ANBU disciples screamed and blood splattered.
Being poured with this handful of warm blood, Qiao Wan was stunned for half a second and pursed her lips without saying a word.
Under Mu Xiaoxiao’s horrified gaze, he silently moved his wrists, closed his palms, and layers of bone armor clung to them.
Then, he rushed towards the rain of swords and grabbed the blade! !
Mu Xiaoxiao was completely stunned and barely managed to hold on to the hilt of the sword before being pulled out by the huge force.
Fei Hongjian recognized her as her master and protector of the spirit sword. Naturally, it was impossible for Qiao Wan to drag her over so easily.
“Qiao Wan?!”
Qiao Wan said nothing.
She once thought that Mu Xiaoxiao was insecure, so she tried her best to portray a soft and cowardly persona. So, when Mu Xiaoxiao asked her for help in the Shui Feng Sect and stood up for the first time and expressed that she wanted to be free, she helped her.
But now she understands that the impact of the “original family” thing cannot be easily erased, and she needs to wake up.
The novel “The Road to Immortality” has a magnificent plot, thrilling and touching emotions between the protagonists, and the world is often used as a bet and the common people are buried with it. Readers focus on the protagonist, naturally ignoring the feelings of the supporting characters, or cannon fodder, and many innocent people.
From the secret realm of mudstone to the destruction of the Cen Mansion, from the destruction of the Cen Mansion to today’s farce.
The weak have no right to speak.
Taking a deep breath, Qiao Wan firmly grasped the sword blade in her hand.
Since she can’t accept this way of doing things, she should use the sword to break it and use the sword to speak for them.
The great unevenness in my chest cannot be eliminated without a sword.
During this stalemate, hundreds of sword lights suddenly fell from the sky.
As soon as the sword light fell, a man’s sharp shout was heard.
When he came across this scene, Ma Huaizhen was so angry that his nose almost became crooked.
“Qiao Wan, are you crazy?! Back off?!”
The expressions of Zhou Yan and Master Xuanzhong who were following him changed slightly.
I couldn’t help but took a step forward, but was immediately forced back by this **** scene.
The girl’s whole body, from head to toe, was covered with a handful of blood. She was covered in blood and her eyes were bone-chillingly cold.
Recognize the master’s magical weapon, open up spiritual awareness, and understand how to protect the master, so naturally he will fight to the death to resist.
But Qiao Wan refused to let it resist! He grabbed the Feihong Sword, and even though the sword lights intertwined, he still didn’t let go.
The sword light in the sky flew straight towards her arms, face, and chest, instantly cutting her into a **** human being. Especially the right hand holding the flying red sword, it was like peeling a potato. The muscles and muscles were cut away layer by layer.
Even the Feihong Sword can’t stand a chance against someone who is not afraid of death.
Mu Xiaoxiao screamed, and the sword in his hand was forcefully pulled by Qiao Wan! !
As soon as he got the long sword, he watched Qiao Wan stick out the sword with his bare hands.
Pouty…
This is the first time for an elder here who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years to **** a human spirit sword and poke it out with his bare hands.
Click! !
The blade of the sword jumped twice, and all spiritual consciousness was extinguished.
No more.
The master is gone.
Little Phoenix is gone.
Even the Feihong Sword is gone.
Mu Xiaoxiao fell to the ground in despair. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Feng Huanyan lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown, and gritted his teeth again.
She has to take the little Phoenix away…
She still has the phoenix fire left to her by the little phoenix.
With trembling fingers stained with blood, he worked hard to form a magic formula.
Unexpectedly, before the magic formula was finished, a broken blade suddenly shot through the air with huge force, directly piercing her shoulder blade.
Shocked by this huge force, Mu Xiaoxiao screamed miserably, stepped back a few steps, and was directly nailed to the door of the sword pavilion by the flying red broken blade.
At the same time, another broken blade was slashed towards Feng Wangyan on the ground.
Mu Xiaoxiao’s heart skipped a beat and she screamed: “No!!”
The sword sliced off the man’s head.
This handsome head rolled several times on the ground, covered in blood.
The surroundings fell into deathly silence, and Mu Xiaoxiao opened his eyes dejectedly.
This is simply crushing.
Sisters from the same sect, the gap in cultivation and ability has reached the realm of heaven and earth.
As a senior sister, she has obviously never experienced severe beatings from society. She was protected by a spiritual sword and phoenix fire spiritual power, but she was crushed to pieces easily.
In full view of everyone, Qiao Wan walked up to Feng Huayan, picked up the **** head, held it in her hand, and handed it to Ma Huaizhen.
“Hall Master.”
“The crime of killing ANBU and Jiange disciples has been punished.”
“As for this…” Glancing sideways at Mu Xiaoxiao, who was nailed to the door of the Jiange Pavilion, Qiao Wan took a breath, paused, and said coldly: “We have also captured him.”
As soon as he took the heavy head into his hands and caught a glimpse of the man’s dead-eyed, frozen face, Ma Huaizhen’s brows knitted into a knot without concealment. He stared at the **** man in front of him for a long time and snorted coldly. He threw the head behind him in disgust.
In the dead silence, Mu Xiaoxiao was in severe pain and suddenly caught a glimpse of the deserted white figure not far away.
“Master…Master…”
As soon as he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yan, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but his eyes turned red, and he cried in frustration and panic.
“Master…it hurts to smile.”
“Master…Xiaoxiao is wrong…Master, save Xiaoxiao…”
The girl shed tears helplessly like a baby bird leaving the nest. Zhou Yan unconsciously took a step forward. His cold and hard heart softened involuntarily, and his throat rolled. Go away and couldn’t help but take another look at Ma Huaizhen and Qiao Wan.
“Wan’er.” His voice was hoarse.
Knowing that Zhou Yan’s friendship with Mu Xiaoxiao could not be changed overnight, Qiao Wan was not surprised. After being silent for a while, Qiao Wan raised her finger.
Referring to those Jiange disciples who were burned to charcoal by the Phoenix Fire, and the ANBU disciples who were cut into **** men by Feihong.
A **** one pointed at another group of **** ones behind him.
This situation made others speechless.
Qiao Wan’s voice echoed clearly around.
“The real person is here to intercede for fellow Taoist Mu, who can intercede for them.”
“They have done nothing wrong from beginning to end. Do they deserve to be buried with other people’s grudges just because they are loyal to their duties?”
“Does life really have a high or low level?” Qiao Wan, who had just been burned by the phoenix fire, said in a hoarse voice, “They are all the children of their parents, and other people’s brothers and sisters, younger siblings, apprentices, and lovers.”
“If you hurt your lover even a hair, do you deserve to be buried with other innocent people?”
This series of questions, although the voice is not loud, is deafening.
Hearing this, Ma Huaizhen couldn’t help but secretly shout “Hello”, and then looked at Mu Xiaoxiao expressionlessly, his empty sleeves fluttering in the cold wind.
No one who rushed out of the Northern Territory battlefield knows how important a life is than him.
“Master…I just…” Mu Xiaoxiao choked and cried, “I just want to save the little Phoenix. It was the little Phoenix who saved me under the bone-shattering abyss. If there was no little Phoenix, Xiaoxiao would not have returned. Not to Kunshan.”
“It hurts?” Ma Huaizhen sneered, his eyes were frighteningly cold, “Don’t my disciples feel pain? Can my disciples who have been swallowed by spiders still cry out in pain?”
Yuan Liu, who was still holding his shoulders, was slightly startled before he could take care of his injury.
The hall master rarely gets angry, but this time he was really angry.
“If you can withstand this pain.”
The first sentence is spoken.
As soon as he raised his hand, his spiritual power turned into waves of sword lights and sword shadows, slashing towards Mu Xiaoxiao.
No one dared to speak out.
This is the leader of the Come Out Hall. The Anbu disciples suffered the most serious losses this time, and the Come Out Hall is the biggest sufferer.
This is not a real sword, but an illusion of spiritual power. Even if Ma Huaizhen really cuts Mu Xiaoxiao alive here, no one would dare to stop him.
After living so long, there is no way he can withstand this kind of pain. Mu Xiaoxiao immediately cried out, twisting his body desperately to avoid the dense spiritual power sword light like a spider web.
Naihe was nailed firmly to the door. The more he moved, the harder the blood flowed from his shoulder.
“Master…Master!!”
Mu Xiaoxiao’s voice became shriller and louder, and the sweet and soft demeanor before instantly disappeared without a trace, and she burst into tears.
But the ANBU disciple who had received the flying red sword before just screamed, and then quietly stood there in a **** state, watching in silence.
It is a very simple principle to repay others in their own way. After all, there is no one in this world who feels the same way. Only when it is your turn can you understand how much pain your behavior has caused to others.
Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao burst into tears, Ma Huaizhen’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and he continued to raise his hand. This time it was the phoenix fire transformed by his spiritual power.
The black eyes reflected the blazing fire and the twisted figure in the fire, and the man said the second sentence coldly.
“I’ll put you down right here.”
When the fire burned out, Master Xuanzhong sighed slightly, and then he took out the broken blade.
Mu Xiaoxiao slipped from the door, twitched twice, and collapsed on the ground in a daze. He looked up at the sky, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
This is not a real sword used.
Master Xuanzhong frowned.
Although this pain is equal, but if you can’t bear it even if it is fake, how can you talk about the real harm it brings to others.