Yang Xingzhe's palms trembled slightly. In just half a minute, half of his gang members were already lying down! Everyone had their arms torn off by the leopard, and some even started to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Zi Ling was merciless. Even when those people knelt down and begged for mercy, Zi Ling still pounced on one after another and kept tearing off their arms.
Those members of the Qingyang Sect were already in despair. It was the first time they regretted provoking the bloody enchantress!
Yang Xingzhe's heart was trembling slightly. In this battle... Qingyang Gate was destroyed.
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"Heisha, Heisha!" Behind the wall of fire, Heifengtian hugged Heisha and looked at Heisha's slowly closing eyes, his tone full of eagerness.
Long Xiaopang's face was solemn, and a ball of cyan spiritual power burst out from his palm and pressed it on Heisha's shoulder. Heisha's body was slowly getting colder. This injury was already life-threatening!
"Tian Zong... I'm cold..." Heisha's breath was weak.
Heifeng Tianzong left two lines of hot tears, and the tears fell on Heisha's cheek drop by drop. He took out seven or eight cloaks from the ring and covered Heisha's body, holding Heisha's body tightly with both hands.
"Heisha, don't talk. As long as Master Long is here, nothing will happen... No." Heifeng Tianzong's tone was trembling.
Heisha frowned slightly. Long Xiaopang's spiritual power entered her body and protected her heart. Heisha's injuries finally stabilized.
"Tianzong, kiss... kiss me..."
Heifeng Tianzong put his finger on Heisha's forehead, and tears couldn't stop overflowing and fell on Heisha's face.
"Heisha, it will be fine. I will take you back to Heifeng Town. We will get married and have many children." Heifengtian choked with sobs.
Heisha, who was about to faint, could no longer hear what Heifeng Tianzong was saying, and said to herself in a daze: "I, I want to avenge my parents, kill... kill them, avenge my parents."
"Heisha, stop talking, save some energy, you will be fine soon, and then we will take revenge together." Heifeng Tianzong's lips twitched, and he raised his head to look at Fatty Long: "Master Long, please, save me." Save the black yarn..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Long Xiaopang's face was solemn, and his hands were busy working. However, the injury to the black veil was a bit beyond Long Xiaopang's imagination.
"Tian...Tianzong." A smile appeared at the corner of Heisha's mouth, and she touched Heifeng Tianzong's cheek again, "Actually, I really, really like to do it with you..."
"I know, I know." Heifeng Tianzong closed his eyes in pain and interrupted Heisha's words.
Long Xiaopang looked at Heisha who was being held by Hei Feng Tianzong and frowned slightly. He patted Hei Feng Tianzong and said, "Get out of the way. If you have time to cry here, why don't you help your master and let her go?" On the ground, I will treat her injuries."
Compared to Heifeng Tianzong, Long Xiaopang is undoubtedly much more sensible. At least he is certain that Heisha will not die.
Heifeng Tianzong nodded, put on some cloaks, and slowly placed the black veil on the ground, "Black Sha, I'll be back in a minute."
Heifeng Tianzong stood up, with a look of murderous intent and hostility on his face, and walked around the wall of fire with heavy steps.
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When Heifeng Tianzong came out from behind the wall of fire, Yang Xingzhe was the only one left standing among the Qingyangmen gang.
Everyone else had their arms bitten off by Zi Ling.
"It's for you." Ye Yuxi said coldly. When people are extremely sad and angry, they will go crazy if they don't have a way to vent their anger!
Heifeng Tianzong looked at Yang Xingzhe with cold eyes, and his cannibalistic gaze made Yang Xingzhe take a step back subconsciously.
"You, what are you going to do!" Yang Xingzhe suddenly felt that this short man was more terrifying than the ninth-level strong man next to him!