cold wings

The gust of wind is blowing, the back light is flickering, the light is condensed like practice, entangled and intertwined.Feng Qisheng, who was in the air, shot out thousands of fiery red silks and satins in an instant, galloping and whistling, all in unison.

Feng Qisheng hangs upside down, the blood-colored light beam and thousands of fiery red silks and satins in his palm penetrate Mu Han from all directions.

"Bump—" There was a loud noise that broke through the snow mountain, and all the silk and satin intertwined into a snare were thrown into the air and broke suddenly.

"You actually..." Feng Qing stood in front of Mu Han and said in horror.

The icy red eyes narrowed slightly: "Why didn't you destroy Feng Yu!"

A gloating voice filled the dark sky, and the black and white long hair was like a ghost's soul talisman, forming a sharp contrast with the bewitching fiery red.

"Is it very important!"

"Isn't it important?" The corners of Feng Qisheng's lips evoked a wicked smile, full of contempt and mockery: "Then let's try and see what will happen to us in the end..."

Feng Qi Shengxie laughed coldly, like the evil manjushahua, blooming with evil sin.

Waves of bone-stinging cold air passed through the meridians of Feng Qisheng's body. He fell from the air until he landed on the snow, before he managed to stabilize his body.

"You actually want to kill Han'er!"

The icy red eyes overflowed with demonic bloodthirsty evil spirit, cold sweat dripped down drop by drop, Feng Qisheng grabbed Feng Qing's neck who had lost his composure and rushed towards him, that kind of resolute coldness had no emotion at all.

"One last question, do you want me or them?"

Feng Qing smiled indifferently, and didn't take death seriously at all: "You did these things because of me... Would it be better for me to leave you?"

The cruelty in the red eyes froze for a moment!

Feng Qing grabbed Feng Qisheng's wrist, as if he wanted to increase the strength in his hand, his smile was like a softened feather: "Sheng, I would like to advise you one last thing, don't joke about human life..."

The bright red blood trickled down the corners of Feng Qisheng's lips, and bloomed drop by drop on the cold ground.And the dark master tightly grasped his chest, the tearing cold pain made him dizzy for a moment.

"Are you still leaving?" The old voice was clearly angry at this moment.

The dark master narrowed his eyes full of resentment, this damned old man!

Bing Yixuan raised his exquisite chin, and was so shocked by Feng Qisheng's behavior that his pale crystal-like enchanting face was so shocking that people couldn't bear to take a second look.The cold eyes that looked like poisonous thorns looked directly at Feng Qisheng and Feng Qing.

"Hehe, let's go, go back and talk about something!" Feng Qisheng's lips curled into a cold and sarcastic smile: "Old man, let's stop here for today, see you later!"

Feng Qisheng smiled coldly, he turned to look at Feng Qing.Feng Qing gently closed her eyes, not having the courage to look at those red pupils at all.

Feng Qisheng laughed indifferently, blood overflowing from his thin lips unstoppably: "Let's go!"

The pain in his chest tore his body apart, that demon red finally unloaded all the heavy load and fell into Feng Qing's embrace.

The bloody streaks receded from the face, and the emotion invisible to others diffused from the eyes, and the hoarse laughter sounded again: "Feng Qing, let Feng Qisheng go with you!"

A black figure flashed, accompanied by wild laughter.

An hour later, everyone felt relieved, the disaster was finally over, but at the same time, many people closed their eyes forever, so they didn't care about anything anymore!

There was a light coughing sound, which continued to cough up thick blood from his lungs. Mu Han slowly squatted down, unable to hide the burning pain in his heart anymore.When he leaned over, fortunately, he supported the tree trunk next to him in an instant, so that he could stabilize his body.

Cold sweat wetted the blue hair on his forehead, Mu Han tightly grasped his painful chest, and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood... "Master..."

A flustered and soft voice sounded from behind, Mu Han hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and regained his previous cold demeanor.

Qingyu looked at the pool of blood in the flowers in surprise, and panic arose in her heart: "My lord..."

"Are you done with everything?" Mu Han interrupted Qingyu, his blue eyes were indifferent and bewitching.

Qingyu came back to her senses in panic, and said respectfully: "The four sects of Xuanhan, Heaven and Earth, suffered countless casualties, the spiritual formation was almost destroyed, all the disciples who were weak in strength were all killed, and Xingyue Palace suffered heavy losses. After the Palace Master found all the remaining elders, I don't know where to go..."

Mu Han closed his eyes slightly, the pain in his chest made him breathless, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.