You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

The rough man had a fierce look in his eyes.

The hand holding Zhao Xiaohuan's neck became harder and harder.

He said viciously: "Make my life worse than death? I will kill you now."

"I want to see how he makes my life worse than death!"

"You want to be a chaste martyr, right? Then I will make it happen for you!"

"When you die, I will still play!"

......

As the rough man's hands became harder and harder.

Zhao Xiaohuan's eyes began to roll up!

A feeling of suffocation made her unable to help but struggle desperately. Her mouth gradually opened and her tongue stuck out.

As time passed, Zhao Xiaohuan's body gradually began to feel weak.

The brain also gradually lost its ability to think.

"Am I going to die?"

"I don't want to die yet...Senior Brother Xiao...where are you..."

Zhao Xiaohuan's consciousness gradually blurred.

Just when her life was about to end, she suddenly felt the pressure on her neck suddenly loosen.

Then there was a scream.

Zhao Xiaohuan didn't have time to think, he kept coughing and gasping for air.

Just then, she heard the gentlest voice she had ever heard in her life.

"Sorry, I am late."

Zhao Xiaohuan suddenly raised his head and saw a tall figure standing in front of her.

That handsome face seemed to be glowing.

Zhao Xiaohuan couldn't help but burst into tears. She tried with all her strength to call out the person's name.

But when he opened his mouth, he only said three words: "Senior Brother Xiao..."

Seeing Zhao Xiaohuan's miserable state, Xiao Yun couldn't bear it.

Several rays of sword light flashed, and the rope binding Zhao Xiaohuan had been cut off by Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun held Zhao Xiaohuan in his arms and looked at her sympathetically and asked: "How are you? Does the injury on your body hurt?"

Before Zhao Xiaohuan could answer, Xiao Yun reached into his arms, took out a pill and stuffed it into Zhao Xiaohuan's mouth and said, "It won't hurt if you eat it."

The wounds on Zhao Xiaohuan's body hurt terribly, and she couldn't help but tremble in pain.

But in Xiao Yun's arms, she already felt that she was the happiest person in the world.

All the pain was drowned out by this happiness.

The more painful her wound was, the more she felt that Xiao Yun's love for her was deeper.

Zhao Xiaohuan hugged Xiao Yun tightly and summoned up the courage to say: "Senior Brother Xiao...I...can I call your name?"

"I want to call your name..."

Xiao Yun could feel Zhao Xiaohuan's body trembling in his arms.

He sighed softly and said, "Of course."

Zhao Xiaohuan's breathing immediately became rapid.

She said with a trembling voice: "Xiao...Xiao Yun...Brother Xiao Yun."

Although Xiao Yun knew that he should respond to Zhao Xiaohuan at this time.

But it was a bit difficult for him to call Zhao Xiaohuanhuanmei.

He gently patted Zhao Xiaohuan's beautiful back and said softly: "You take a rest first, and I will make the beast who hurt you pay the price."

Although Zhao Xiaohuan really wanted to stay in Xiao Yun's arms and never come out, she still endured the pain and nodded slightly.

After Xiao Yun put Zhao Xiaohuan down, he turned to look at the rough-looking man.

The rough-looking man's right wrist was severed at the wrist.

The smooth and neat wound showed no trace of cutting.

Even the flow of blood seemed to be cut off by that sword.

After a few seconds, blood seeped out from the wound.

But at this moment, the rough-looking man had already held his wrist with his left hand.

A dark red flame burned at the broken wrist.

In just a few seconds, the wound was burnt black and the blood stopped flowing.

There is a smell of barbecue in the air...

The rough-looking man was sweating profusely in pain, but he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from shouting.

Xiao Yun watched the man deal with the wound coldly, but he did not make a sneak attack.

It wasn't until the other party stopped the bleeding that Xiao Yun slowly said, "I don't like torturing people, so I'll give you a chance."

"Come on yourself, otherwise it won't be that easy for you to die if you fall into my hands."

The rough man didn't even realize the difference between him and Xiao Yun.

His wrist was cut off. In his opinion, it was just a careless attack by Xiao Yun.

Otherwise, with his half-step Nascent Soul cultivation, even if he encounters a real Nascent Soul master, he can still run away if he cannot defeat him!

"Boy, are you bluffing me? Do you think I will be fooled?"

"Is this bitch your concubine?"

"Look at what she looks like now."

"If you really have the ability to kill me, would you be so kind as to let me kill myself?"

"No wonder this bitch refuses to serve me. It turns out it's because of you, a pretty boy."

"You're a pretty pretty boy."

"You came just in time. When you came, I played with that bitch right in front of you, a pretty face!"

"And then I even played with you! Hahaha!!!"

The rough man showed a disgusting smile, and with a move of his left hand, the ghost-headed sword flew directly into his hand.

Spiritual power works.

A dark red flame immediately rose from the ghost head sword.

The powerful fire spirit power directly caused the temperature of the entire lobby to rise suddenly.

Zhao Xiaohuan had numerous stab wounds on his body, and the heat caused unbearable pain in the wounds.

She couldn't help but groan.

He endured the pain to prevent himself from making too much noise so as not to affect Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun frowned when he heard Zhao Xiaohuan's snort, and said calmly: "Since you don't cherish the opportunity given to you, then don't blame me!"

Xiao Yun just finished speaking.

The fire spirit power in the entire lobby dissipated instantly.

The ghost head sword that was still burning with flames was instantly extinguished as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

The rough man looked at Xiao Yun, who was walking towards him step by step, with wide eyes and a horrified expression.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but the terrifying spiritual pressure around him made him unable to move!

Why? Why does the young man in front of me have such powerful spiritual pressure?

Who is he?

The rough man hasn't figured this out yet.

A long sword has been slowly pierced into his stomach.

He was in so much pain that he wanted to cry out loud and roll on the ground.

But he couldn't do it. He could only stand there like a wooden man with a sharp sword piercing his belly.

Xiao Yun looked at the rough man with pain on his face and his heart was as calm as water.

He said calmly: "Does it hurt? This is just an appetizer."

"Then comes the main meal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword in Xiao Yun's hand circled in his lower abdomen.

Countless sword energies burst out from the sword.

The severe pain almost caused the rough man to faint.

In just one breath, his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

The rough man felt as if ten thousand rats had burrowed into his body and were biting his flesh and blood, stimulating his nerves.

If there were levels of pain, then what he was experiencing now must be at full level.

The rude man's brain has lost the ability to think, and his only thought is death!

He couldn't bear the pain anymore.

Now for him, death is not the most terrifying thing, but being tortured like this all the time is the most terrifying thing.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the rough man's eyes began to lose focus and his breathing gradually became weak.

Only then did Xiao Yun pull out the Dragon-Slaying Sword from his stomach.

Then he took back the magical power of Zhenhai Prison.

The rough man immediately collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, foaming at the mouth, and was unconscious.

Xiao Yun took out a pill from his arms and fed it into his mouth.

The medicine melted in his mouth and flowed into his body.

Under the influence of the drug, the rough man quickly regained consciousness.

The first words he said when he woke up were.

"Let me die...please...kill me..."