Iron Cross Fire

Damn.

Wei An was very angry at this time, and his eyes almost spit fire at Meng Ya.

If it was before, how could Meng Ya dare to be so presumptuous in front of him? But now, she relied on her large number of people to humiliate him in every way.

Crunch...

Seeing that Wei An did not make a move, Meng Ya's delicate face flashed a trace of coldness. She stepped on Wei An's face with a little more force and said coldly: "What? Still not fighting? If you don't make a move, I will pierce your other arm and then cut off your feet."

While speaking, Meng Ya waved the long sword in her hand, ready to stab at any time.

Really?

Seeing this situation, Wei An couldn't help swallowing his saliva and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I'll hit, I'll hit..."

Papapapa...

After the voice fell, Wei An raised his hand and began to slap himself. When, the crisp slaps continued to ring.

In order to make Meng Ya let him go, Wei An slapped her hard every time. Soon, half of her face was swollen and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

While slapping herself, Wei An didn't look at Meng Ya, and looked submissive, but in his heart he cursed Meng Ya a thousand times.

"Meng Ya..."

Finally, Wei An really had no strength left, so he stopped and looked at Meng Ya, and said carefully: "Are you satisfied with this? I really have no strength left, please let me go this time."

Meng Ya raised her foot and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, you are really obedient. I asked you to slap yourself, so you did. Well, this lady is quite satisfied."

As she said that, Meng Ya looked Wei An up and down, and a hint of coldness appeared on her beautiful face: "But if I let you go like this, how can I be worthy of my sister?"

Swish!

After the last word fell, Meng Ya tightly grasped the sword and swung it violently. A cold light flashed, and Wei An's legs were cut off. Instantly, blood gushed out, as if it was raining blood.

"Ah..." Wei An howled miserably, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, and he felt a wave of severe pain, and almost fainted on the spot.

"You... you are so cruel..."

The next second, Wei An stared at Li Ya, his eyes full of resentment: "Why, you said you would let me go."

At this time, Wei An wanted to pull out Meng Ya's tendons and skin him. He never thought that this willful and willful Meng Ya would break his promise and let him go, but ended up cutting off his legs.

Hehe...

Facing Wei An's anger, Meng Ya chuckled, her tone full of arrogance and arrogance: "Wei An, do you have a problem with your brain? I just said I would spare your life, but I didn't say I wouldn't cut off your legs."

Speaking of this, Meng Ya put away her smile and said contemptuously: "I tell you, I'm already showing mercy by sparing you a dog's life. If you're lucky, you shouldn't die even if you lose your legs, but it depends on your luck."

After saying this, Meng Ya called dozens of White Tiger warriors and left quickly.

Damn.

Watching Meng Ya and his group disappear into the sky, Wei An was indescribably sad and angry, his eyes full of resentment.

Half an hour ago, Wei An was already very depressed after being expelled from the demon clan by the White Tiger King, and now he was humiliated by Meng Ya and his legs were cut off.

This blood feud is something that no one can bear.

For a moment, Wei An was extremely sad and angry, and he secretly swore in his heart.

White Tiger Clan, I, Wei An, will not coexist with you from today. If I don't completely wipe out your White Tiger Clan, I will not be called Wei An.

"Ah..."

After secretly swearing, Wei An raised his head and roared, and then his eyes went black and he fainted.

.......

On the other side.

Snap, snap, snap...

In the stone room, Mo Yan held the bone whip tightly and kept raising it, like a white lightning, constantly falling on Yue Feng's body.

In the blink of an eye, there was no good place on Yue Feng's body, his clothes were torn to pieces, and were completely stained with blood.

At the beginning, Yue Feng could still bear it with his strong willpower, but gradually, he couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Is this all you demons are capable of? You can't capture the Yutian Palace, so you abuse the captives to vent your anger? I tell you, with your actions, the demons will be defeated sooner or later."

"You are looking for death!"

Hearing this, Mo Yan's delicate face was covered with frost, and he increased his strength and swung a few more whips on Yue Feng.

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