But Song Jinxi, who was completely aroused by Feng Qingwu, did not give the man in black any chance. However, after a moment, he just cut off the arm holding the dagger, and then took him to Feng Qingwu. before.
As for Xia Tao and Chen Shi, they were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. They were pressed in front of Feng Qingwu, their faces were still stunned and they couldn't recover.
Song Jinxi took back the knife and stared at Feng Qingwu closely.
"Feng Qingwu, what did you mean by what you just said!"
"Means nothing."
"What do you mean it's not interesting!"
Seeing Song Jinxi's reluctance, Feng Qingwu couldn't help but sigh slightly and looked at the cub in his arms, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Mu Jiuke knew what she was thinking even without using the "Supreme Contract".
Why is Song Jinxi the same as Jiang Zicheng? !
Feng Qingwu sighed softly: "It's just a simple provocation, you don't need to pay too much attention to it, Song Jinxi, I don't have any special meaning."
"Strike General?"
"Feng Qingwu, do you think I will lose?"
Song Jinxi was very obsessed with the evaluation in the eyes of his opponent Feng Qingwu, and his face was particularly ugly: "I am the only one worthy of being your opponent!"
"...Ah yes yes yes."
Feng Qingwu sighed again and answered perfunctorily and hastily.
Ever since she defeated the high-spirited Song Jinxi a few years ago, this woman who refused to admit defeat and was very strong had completely set her target.
After getting the answer, Song Jinxi stopped messing around.
Instead, he kicked the black-robed man who was bleeding profusely because of his broken arm. Song Jinxi looked at Feng Qingwu: "What are you going to do with him?"
"By the way, there is also the matter of your master——"
"Song Jinxi."
Before Song Jinxi could finish speaking, Feng Qingwu interrupted her first: "You must have your own plans to bring back the spiritual heart to the Holy Sword Sect."
Upon hearing this, Song Jinxi's expression changed slightly.
Seeing that Song Jinxi finally stopped talking, Feng Qingwu said: "There are some grudges between you and the Holy Sword Sect. I won't interfere. I think even the Holy Sword Sect doesn't know yet that the Heart of the Spiritual Vein is in your hands. Bar?"
"I won't ask, so don't ask about my master and me."
"...I know, you can deal with this person."
After Song Jinxi was silent for a moment, he said this, then took half a step back and took his confidants at the Holy Sword Sect to the other side to avoid suspicion.
After she left, Feng Qingwu calmly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Song Jinxi had to get involved, it would be difficult to handle.
But the good thing was that she had learned before that Song Jinxi had a lot of grudges with the Holy Sword Sect, and the two of them were evenly matched.
After restraining his unnecessary thoughts, Feng Qingwu turned to face the man in black robe. At this moment, a large pool of blood had gathered on the ground. The severed arm was still lying aside, looking particularly strange. Tragic.
"Take out your things and I'll give you a treat."
"……what."
I saw the man in black robe holding his neck, as if he didn't want to take it.
Feng Qingwu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I didn't expect that my master would have such a loyal subordinate. According to his ruthless and unjust temper, it is really not easy for you to be willing to risk your life for him."
"But it's a pity that he can't protect himself now. The troubles in Tianxuan Sect have not been dealt with yet, let alone taking time to take care of you."
"If the same happens, I'll give it back to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the next moment——'Pfft! '
The tip of the long sword sank into the black-robed man's thigh, almost pinning him to the ground. Feng Qingwu held the hilt of the sword with one hand while gently smiling softly: "You are in the Golden Core stage, so you should Can you last a long time?"
——As the man in black robe said before.
Severe pain came, and the man in black robe, who was already seriously injured, was screaming in pain uncontrollably, while Feng Qingwu just held the sword coldly.
"Where is the thing."
"ah……"
"Where is the thing he gave you."
Even during the brutal interrogation, Feng Qingwu seemed calm and slow, and her voice was quite gentle. However, compared to the tragic appearance of the man in black robe, the fact that her tone did not even fluctuate was even more terrifying.
On the side, even the murderous Song Jinxi couldn't help but look sideways.
She subconsciously looked at Jiang Zicheng not far away, quite curious about what kind of fanboy filter collapse scene he would see when he saw Feng Qingwu's true face.
But I didn’t expect——
Jiang Zicheng, who was following Feng Qingwu, was watching with stars at the moment.
"Damn it, Senior Sister is so handsome!"
"Decisive in killing, ruthless, and a role model for our generation!"
Song Jinxi (head full of questions): If it were me, you'd say it's too murderous. Jiang Zicheng, aren't your fanboy filters a bit too much?
Even Mu Jiuke, who knew Jiang Zicheng's true nature well, sighed.
"In this regard, I am ashamed of myself as an ant."
Regardless of the mood swings of the people around her, all of Feng Qingwu's thoughts now fell on the man in black robe. Her overly gentle voice was full of murderous intent and frost: "I'll ask again, where is the thing?" ?”
"That's not yours... you, why on earth are you-"
The man in black robe was tortured to the point of collapse.
That trace of sword intent penetrated hard through the tip of the sword, and then flowed along the meridians. The whole body seemed to be cut into pieces by thousands of sword intent!
Feng Qingwu lowered his eyes and said softly: "Not mine?"
"No, it's mine. They took it from me."
"So I'll get it back - all of it, everything."
Those understatement words were so extreme, hysterical and filled with crazy hatred that even Song Jinxi couldn't help but look over and recalled the conversation between the two of them just now. Even if he guessed something in his mind, he didn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, the man in black robe was stunned on the spot. When he saw Feng Qingwu raising the Liufeng Sword again, he finally gave in and wiped it with one hand.
After the storage ring lights up, a blood-stained brocade box appears.
"..."
But at the moment she saw it, Feng Qingwu's hand holding the sword trembled for a moment, as if she was forcibly suppressing her emotions. She closed her eyes deeply and suddenly said: "Thank you for bringing back they."
"So I will give you a thank you gift, in the future..."
"I will also give it to my good master."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "Gulu" sound, and then he saw - the sharp sword edge flashed past, and the unreasonable chill made people feel cold. The head of the man in black robe flew out directly and rolled on the ground several times. Covered in dust and covered in blood.
This is Feng Qingwu's "thank you gift".
After doing all this, Feng Qingwu picked up the brocade box on the ground and felt the breath inside. Her fingertips even turned pale because they were clasping tightly.
The emotions in my heart are trembling.
In order to avoid losing her composure, Feng Qingwu directly put the brocade box back into the storage ring, and then looked to the other side. Xia Tao and Chen Shi, who had turned pale with fright, had a gentleness in their beautiful eyes. smile.
But it still frightened Xia Tao and Chen Shi into confusion and kept trembling.
The men in black robes were all dead.
Will the next one be far away?
But Feng Qingwu suddenly said - "Jiang Zicheng."
