"Feng Xingying, don't forget, you can't do anything to me."
"Yeah." Feng Xingying nodded: "I know you have a treasure in you."
Hearing Feng Xingying's cold voice, Ling Chuxue still felt hairy all over her body, feeling that Feng Xingying was constantly attacking from behind.
She was real, she was timid before she fought.
"I was wrong this time. I apologize to you and then take the Ling family out of here. Is that okay?" Ling Chuxue couldn't help but back away.
"Then how about I break your hands and feet and then apologize to your Ling family?" Feng Xingying doubled her logic and smiled angrily.
Of course, she doesn't just talk.
Feng Xingying prefers to do it himself.
The snow and ice in the sky is like a beautiful feast, but mixed with fatal dangers.
Ling Chuxue took action almost at the same time.
However, she no longer had the Ice Emperor Crystal Staff in her hand, and she no longer had the strength advantage.
In front of Feng Xingying, her moves were more like child's play.
The two had an icy confrontation, and the winner was already decided from the very beginning.
Feng Xingying's ice and snow actually froze Xuanling Master Ling Chuxue, who also had ice attributes, into an ice sculpture.
It's definitely a crushing strength.
Ling Chuxue, who has always been used to freezing people, finally tasted the feeling of being frozen into slag by the ice system.
That feeling is that it becomes difficult to breathe, as if the body is no longer one's own, and in just a moment, one's life will be lost forever.
The feeling of waiting quietly for death to come brings despair.
"You crippled my friend, and I crippled you. This is fair, isn't it? You and I are both Xuanling masters, so it's not a foul, right?"
Feng Xingying's voice was like a flower blooming in a dark hell, hitting the last line of defense in Ling Chuxue's heart.
No!
Ling Chuxue didn't want to die yet.
She has one last trick up her sleeve.
A bright white light suddenly flashed across Ling Chuxue's chest, from weak to strong, and then shot straight into the sky.
Feng Xingying had already guessed that she had a life-saving trick and kept retreating.
Ling Chuxue's figure, like a flying bird, disappeared in front of them in an instant, flying farther and farther away.
The Ling family members also fled in all directions.
"Palace Master, do you want to pursue me?"
"No need." Feng Xingying chuckled: "I don't intend to kill her. I just want to seek justice for my former brothers."
Although she didn't say much, there were always some people with bright eyes who saw Feng Xingying quickly throw out a dozen shining silver needles while freezing Ling Chuxue, and stuck them on Ling Chuxue's shoulder.
These silver needles stuck into Ling Chuxue's body, and the pain was replaced by a sense of frozen fear, making her ignore their existence.
Feeling Ling Qianshang's breath, Ling Chuxue knew that her life was safe and could no longer hold on, so she fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, she immediately realized something was wrong: "Brother, my hand, why can't I move my hand? Brother, look at me, what's wrong with me?"
"Your two arms are useless." Ling Qianshang said helplessly, with deep pain and depression in his voice: "Don't worry, Xue'er, my eldest brother will definitely avenge you and remove Feng Xingying's arms. Put it on you."
"Brother, I'm so scared, I'm so unwilling... Didn't you say that our Ling family is very powerful? Why are we still being bullied?" Ling Chuxue lay in Ling Qianshang's arms and fainted from crying again.
Ling Qianshang gently patted Ling Chuxue's back with one hand, wanting to give her some comfort, and stroked her pale but still beautiful cheek with the other hand.
The tears on her cheeks shattered the last vestige of rational defense in his heart.
This revenge must be avenged!