Quickly wear the goddess Su Zhatian

Chapter 713 Sword Cultivator's Wife Is Of course A Sword
Luo Wusheng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't hurt her."

Without hesitation, he touched a few acupoints on his dantian with his own hands, and released his cultivation base, because the cultivation base he released was too huge, and the situation changed suddenly, and sand and stones flew away.

When Luo Wusheng's cultivation base was exhausted, he also knelt down on the ground without strength, the hairpin fell off his head, and his black hair poured down. This man who was too handsome and alluring finally felt a little bit embarrassed.

Luo Wusheng, who was once mighty, can only look up at that person now, the knuckles of his hand propped on the ground turned white, and he said in a low voice: "I have ruined my cultivation, now, you let her go!"

Wu Yu's face was calm, and he only said one word with a good temper, "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, his hand directly passed through the woman's lower abdomen, and when the woman's screams sounded, blood splashed in the night.

"Qiqi!" Luo Wusheng screamed, he just wanted to get up and rush over, but he couldn't bear the influence of the toxin because he had lost his cultivation, his figure kneeling on the ground staggered, and then he said angrily: "Wuyu, you Go back on your word!"

"She is a cultivator, so she won't die so easily." Wu Yu said indifferently, and slowly withdrew her hand.

When the flesh and blood splattered, Yun Qiqi felt intense pain but didn't have the strength to cry out again. The hand around her neck was released, and her body fell to the ground, motionless, only breathing.

Yun Qiqi felt pain that she had never felt before. She looked unconsciously at the man whose hands were stained with blood, and suddenly understood that the pain of being on the verge of death is so hopeless.

Wuyu calmly shook off the blood on his hand, then took out a white handkerchief with that clean hand, and carefully wiped the blood-stained hand clean, he did this very seriously , he was very peaceful, never had a murderous look on his body, as if the person who almost killed Yun Qiqi before was not him.

Luo Wusheng wanted to see Yun Qiqi, but his body was weak. He was burning with anxiety, but facing Wuyu, he still stood proudly and straightened his back. He would not let himself show weakness to anyone.

Luo Wusheng looked at Wuyu with frost in his eyes, "You can deal with me, but Qiqi regards you as her younger brother, how can you do anything to her!"

Wuyu's dark eyes were deep, and he asked calmly: "You hurt my woman, why can't I do something to your woman?"

This sentence made Luo Wusheng pause for a moment, obviously, he remembered the sword spirit in Guying Sword.

Wuyu is a very fair person, if Luo Wusheng hurt his woman, he would naturally hurt Luo Wusheng's woman too, he still has a deep memory of that day ten years ago.

When the man's foot stepped on the pierced wound on Yun Qiqi's abdomen, the blood flowed even worse, and Yun Qiqi, who was already exhausted, cried out in pain.

"My Royal Highness Princess was in more pain back then." Wuyu said politely: "Senior Sister, it's not enough, call me a few more times."

As he spoke, the strength under his feet slowly increased, and Yun Qiqi distorted the expression on his face because of the pain.

"Stop!" Luo Wusheng tried his best to support the ground and approached, but before he could get close to Yun Qiqi, he was kicked farther, and he fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

Yun Qiqi didn't care about Luo Wusheng either, when she was tortured until she could only breathe, she stepped on her stomach before leaving.

Wuyu said gratefully: "It is thanks to the devotion of the senior sister that I can bring the patriarch to his knees this time."

The confused Yun Qiqi couldn't give any response.

Luo Wusheng over there asked angrily: "What did you say!?"

"The girl in yellow is just a medicine, the real poison is here." Wu Yu pointed at Yun Qiqi who was lying in a pool of blood, he lowered his eyes to Luo Wusheng, and slowly curled his lips, "Otherwise, you think that all these years, I care about whether she has eaten every day, why?"

(End of this chapter)