Feng Qing

Turning a dying person into a puppet in an instant, Qing Xuan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Ziling coldly.

That's right, all of this was written by Yan Ziling.

Su Tan handed over his puppet art to Yan Ziling.

It's just that Su Tan didn't expect that Yan Ziling would be able to practice puppetry in such a short period of time, even better than him.

Watching Yao Yao stand up, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yan Ziling's mouth, but the next second her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

Qing Xuan is not in the mood to care about Yan Ziling's expression now, he looks at Qing Sixuan in his arms, with a pale smile on his lips.

"Once again...why are you always so stupid?"

"Even if that sword fell on me, I was only slightly injured. Why did you rush up to block this sword?"

Qing Xuan picked up Qing Sixuan, flew to the tree not far behind him, gently leaned Qing Sixuan on the tree trunk, raised his hand and cast a barrier to protect Qing Sixuan's fleshy body.

Turning around again, Qing Xuan had already appeared in front of Su Tan.

"She didn't deserve to die." Qing Xuan raised his hand, and in his hand, the Po E sword appeared, and he slashed at Su Tan without hesitation, "If you want to be the master of Tianhuan, you have to think about whether you have that kind of strength. "

"Even if you have that kind of strength, you have to see if I agree with you."

Raising his hand, Ning Shuiyu appeared out of thin air, suspended above Su Tan's head, trapping him, and Qing Xuan slashed at Su Tan's body with sword after sword.

"what……"

The screams came and went, it was really creepy, and it was still dark.

After a stick of incense, Su Tan was already lying on the ground like a rag doll, Qing Xuan looked at him with a sneer, "I will save your life for him."

With Qing Xuan's blow, his injuries worsened again, but he was still able to deal with these people around him.

Qing Xuan slowly ascended into the air, suspended in the mid-air, with the Poor Sword hovering in front of him, a monstrous evil energy covered the sky above the Lord's Mansion, with his hands spread out, the Poor Sword hovered above Qing Xuan's head, Qing Xuan looked down Seeing Xiang Sufeng's anxious look, Qing Xuan curled his lips slightly.

"He will leave it to you, take him to Wutong Yinyuan, there will be someone to protect you, this is not the place for you to stay now."

Sufeng's face was stern, she pursed her lips and stared at Qing Xuan, silently protesting.

Qingxuan was helpless and angry, and with a wave of his hand, Sufeng was blown away from the battle circle here by a strong wind, and turned to look at Qianshuang and the seriously injured Shang Ming.

"Take him to Wutong Yinyuan, even if he dies, I will hold him back."

Qianshuang shuddered all over, apparently horrified by the current feeling of Qing Xuan.

She supported Shang Ming, who was seriously injured, to the place where Qing Xuan fell, and dragged him away. Naturally, Sufeng refused. He had the strength to kill all these people, so Qing Xuan didn't need to take such a big risk .

"I……"

"Sufeng, stop talking nonsense, I am saving my life in front of you now!" Qing Xuan roared anxiously.

Qing Xuan got angry with Su Feng before, but never yelled at him so angrily like now.

Sufeng raised his hand and shook Monk Qianshuang away. Qingxuan was so angry that if it dragged on, the purgatory on earth would not just be the Lord's Mansion, but would start from Fuyun City. beast.

"Then I will die with you." Sufeng said in a deep voice.

Qing Xuan sneered, "Death, Sufeng, you haven't paid back what you owe me, so you want to die like this?"

"Such a good thing in the world."

Qing Xuan raised his hand again, accompanied by Qing Xuan's cold voice, "If you dare to resist, you will be wanted to find me all your life."

Although he knew that Sufeng had no past life memory, he was afraid to hear this sentence in his bones.

He is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is only afraid of Qing Xuan's words.

die before him.

Let him never find it.

Qing Xuan has such a skill.

"Can't you not force me once?" Sufeng's voice was hoarse, and she stared at Qing Xuan with a miserable face.

Qing Xuan also hooked her lips into a smile, "Then why don't you force me once."

Sufeng opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Because, Qing Xuan was right, from the time they met to the present, he seemed to be persecuting Qing Xuan every time, even the fusion of the two was due to his strength.

Sufeng smiled wryly, looked at Qing Xuan, and said: "Qing Xuan, listen to me, if you can't stand in front of me alive, I will definitely flatten Tianyun City."

Qing Xuan cared about Tianyun City, Sufeng knew that it was best to threaten Qing Xuan with this.

Qing Xuan chuckled, "Okay, if I fail to stand in front of you, you can flatten Tianyun City."

Sufeng turned around, like an angry child, Qingxuan watched his tall back disappear from his sight.

Yan Ziling looked at this scene, her teeth itching with hatred, and Qing Xuan saw the little tricks in the dark, and this woman must die here today.

Qing Xuan's eyebrows turned cold, and the Poe Mi sword in his hand transformed into countless sharp swords, which fell from the sky, and each sword took away a person's life.

Yan Ziling dodged from left to right, but she was still seriously injured, but a familiar aura suddenly appeared on her body, and an invisible barrier protected her when Yan Ziling's life was threatened.

Qing Xuan made a big move and charged at Yan Ziling with the Poor Sword in hand. This woman must not let her die.

He is very familiar with the aura on her body. The bastard in the Hunyuan world dares to interfere with Tianhuan. Don't let me survive this calamity. It will make your Hunyuan Realm never peaceful.

But to Qing Xuan's surprise, the power in Yan Ziling's body suddenly became stronger and sent Qing Xuan flying.

Qing Xuan vomited blood and fell to the ground, watching Yan Ziling also lying on the ground dying, what was better than Qing Xuan was that a phantom took Yan Ziling away.

Qing Xuan knew that phantom.

"It really is you!" Qing Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The phantom glanced at Qing Xuan, smiled maliciously, put Yan Ziling on the ground, and walked towards Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan raised his sword and collided with the spear in Xu Ying's hand, making a metallic 'ding' sound. Although Qing Xuan was injured, he had no intention of retreating at all.

"You left the Hunyuan Realm privately, have you thought about the consequences?" Qing Xuan kept making sword moves.

Xu Ying still had that smiling look, as if he and Qing Xuan had been friends for many years.

"No one will find out. I'm just a clone of him, a clone that was discarded after receiving this task. As long as I do this well, I can have my own life."

Qing Xuan understood.

"Really?" Qing Xuan suddenly exerted strength, "Then you can see if I can break up your body!"

The corners of Qing Xuan's mouth hooked slightly, the moves in his hands were constantly changing, and Xu Ying's brows also frowned.

Although he is the clone of that person, this body is cultivated by him little by little.