Feng Yunjing didn't even look at her, but looked at He Xi, and said coldly: "You have no choice, either never see Nangong Yu again and help me break the formation, or..."
"What if I don't want to?"
Feng Yunjing's face darkened, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed He Xi's chin, forcing her to look up. He sneered faintly, "You used this face to seduce Nangong Yu? You are indeed a beauty to behold, but if Nangong Yu knew that you were mine, I wonder if he would still want you... Ugh!!"
Feng Yunjing suddenly let go of his hand, took a step back with a grim face, and slowly reached out to touch his ear gate acupoint.
The tentacles were cold and wet, and blood was oozing out.
There was a cold murderous intent flashing in He Xi's eyes. Purple vines suddenly and wildly sprang out from behind her, like a curtain covering the sky, erecting a terrifying barrier behind her.
"Maybe there is another choice, that is you all die!!"
There was a bone-chilling chill in her voice. Anger and humiliation made her white jade-like face flush like a peach blossom, as if it were stained with a captivating beauty.
Feng Yunjing's eyes sparkled, and the smile on his face was cold and domineering, but also full of aggression. "Very good, no prey has ever escaped from my palm. Xiyue, I want to see if you can do it."
The black and blue flags soared into the sky, entangled with the purple vines, and were evenly matched.
He Xi thrust out a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword transformed into countless sword shadows, covering Feng Yunjing.
The exquisite sword skills and the mysterious and phantom-like steps were displayed with all their strength. Although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, it looked like a gorgeous dance, beautiful and gorgeous.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the clouds and mist rolled up.
Feng Yunjing dodged the sword lights, his eyes flashed with surprise and admiration, and a red light suddenly flashed around him. His low voice seemed to ring in the sky and in He Xi's ears, "What a pity, if I let you grow a little longer, in this white fog, maybe even I can't control you. But at this moment, you are destined to be my prey—Xi Yue!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the red light suddenly became stronger, as if it was made of solidified blood, and swept towards Hexi.
The hot breath made He Xi pause and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Clearly this breath did not contain any spiritual fluctuations, but when it touched her, it was able to absorb all of her physical strength.
In just a moment, He Xi couldn't even lift the sword, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Her face was pale, she staggered, and was about to fall. Feng Yunjing curled up a cold smile, stretched out his long hand, and was about to pull her into his arms.
Unexpectedly, the moment he stretched out his hand, his face suddenly changed color.
Feng Yunjing retreated quickly, but he still couldn't avoid the sword full of murderous intent. The clothes in his hand were instantly shattered, and a hideous cut appeared on his arm.
He Xi's body softened, but he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he fell into a broad and warm embrace.
A familiar scent fills my nose, like the warmest harbor and the most anticipated dependence.
He Xi felt a lump in his throat for some reason and whispered, "Nangong Yu."
Nangong Yu suddenly let go of her, grabbed her shoulders and examined her carefully from top to bottom, inch by inch.
The palms that touched her body were hot and strong, but they were trembling slightly, showing how frightened and scared the owner of these hands was. (To be continued)