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Although the three women were not at ease, they knew that they couldn't stop Ye Fan and could only watch the man leave.
"Lan Lan, do you think the Lord of Sword God... What will happen if you run into Ye Xuanguang?"
Xiao Huaisu worried.
Feng Qinglan looked at her girlfriend deeply, "Susu...Are you..." Although he didn't say everything, Xiao Huaisu clearly understood it.
She blushed and lowered her head, "I... I belong to the Phoenix family, don't think too much about it, just care."
Feng Qinglan looked at her girlfriend with complex expression and sighed in her heart.
Fairy palace.
The once solemn and sacred power center of Dongtianfudi was already surrounded by more than a dozen small flying boats suspended in the air.
More than a hundred soldiers of the Obsidian Legion, led by several Chaos Realm generals, directly captured the entire Immortal Palace.
Inside and out, monks from various sects and families were already gathered at this time.
Because of resistance, or failure of selection, thousands of cultivators' corpses were discarded on the huge platform outside the fairy palace, building a "corpse mountain".
The original fresh air in the fairy palace was already filled with a strong smell of blood and stench.
In the deepest part of the fairy palace, in the beautiful lake pavilion, a few warriors from the chaos realm were sitting on the seats that belonged to all the saints.
The surrounding lake is frozen, and there are people standing on it.
Thousands of eyes intertwined with anger, fear, panic, and various complex looks, looked at the few soldiers sitting in the pavilion, but they all dared not speak.
Over an empty lake, two figures are fighting.
Bei Mo Ting was holding the Green Snake Sword, and at this time he had already used his Holy Spirit cultivation to the extreme, even using the "drunken self" sword intent.
The cup with a disheveled hair is not stopping, and the eyes are red like evil spirits, and she swishes her sword madly at a female magician wearing a black cloak, purple robe, and a wide-brimmed black magic hat! But no matter how Pei Mo Ting attacked, the figure of the female mage always used the most ingenious angle to easily avoid it.
Moreover, it didn't take long for the speed of Pei Mo Ting's sword to be greatly reduced.
Until, Mui Mo stopped like a trapped beast, unable to move anymore! "What's wrong with Jiujianxian!?"
"what's the situation
Why can't he move? "
Looking nervously at the fighting, the sages of Dongtianfudi were anxious at the side at this moment.
Suddenly, a cruel scene appeared! Mutin's hands and legs were cut off by some force!
Blood flew out, and the broken limbs fell in the air.
Pei Mo Ting yelled miserably, and watched his hands leave him, one hand still squeezed the green snake sword.
"Senior Jiujianxian!!"
On the side of the people of the Divine Sword Sect, Hua Xiaoluo saw this scene, crying to rush out.
However, Luo Li and Yao Ruojun were still clinging to each other.
"Master sister! Don't be impulsive! You can't save a cup of seniors!!"
Hua Xiaoluo couldn't make a sound. After all, Ye Fan was usually not there, and she was also taken care of by Pei Mo Ting. It was like an amiable elder.
Seeing the elders who met often, being so humiliated and cut off her limbs, her heart was broken.
Mutin fell on the frozen lake in blood, his face pale.
Although he can reshape his body, he cannot recover from such a severe injury within a few days.
"You... what did you do
! "
Cup Mo stopped gritted his teeth.
The purple-robed female mage fell down and smiled evilly, "I have no obligation to explain my magic to the rubbish."
"This is Dongtianfudi, the so-called one of the three holy spirit sword immortal
If the third sister hadn't left her hands, this guy would have been shredded all over.
Brother, let me see, whether it's Dongtianfudi or the Divine Sword Sect, testing their strength is a bit redundant."
In the lake pavilion, a slender man was holding two enchanting women in his arms, mockingly.
A burly man sitting in the middle, with a rough appearance, wearing thick armor, and two huge round sledgehammers next to him.
"Bei Mo Ting... You still have some skills, give you a chance to serve for His Majesty Xuan Long Emperor, or die here?"
The strong man asked in a deep voice.
Pei Mo Ting sneered, "Let Pei play for that tyrant
Swear to die! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the purple-robed female mage waved the red staff in her hand.
"Ah!" Pei Mo Ting screamed sternly, and saw that part of his lower body was cut off! Excessive pain caused Mutin's face to be distorted.
"Ahhhh... you accidentally ruined your lifeblood, but there is no need for the waste to have any offspring." The female mage giggled with excitement on her face.
Everyone in the Divine Sword Sect was trembling with anger when they saw this scene.
Many holy cultivators who have a good relationship with Bei Mo Ting, can't bear to look at them, turn their heads.
Suddenly, a small figure forcibly broke free from the arm of the person next to him, and rushed out! "Senior Cup!!"
Hua Xiaoluo rushed to Cup Mo Ting's side, cried and picked up Cup Mo Ting covered in blood, took out a healing pill, let Cup Mo stop taking it.
"Little girl, you are not so courageous", the long-faced man smiled evilly in the pavilion.
Cup Moting coughed up blood, shook his head and said, "Xiao Luo... Leave me alone, they will kill you."
Hua Xiaoluo's eyes were red, and tears fell: "Kill, kill! I'm not afraid!"
"Silly boy..." Tears also hung from the corners of Cup Moting's eyes.
Hua Xiaoluo raised her head and yelled at the generals in the pavilion: "Why are you doing this!
Kill if you want, why do you want to torture Senior Cup!
What kind of masters are you all!
Looking at people like you, I know that Xuanlonghuang is not a good person! We will not do anything for him! ! "
"Little thing, with your trivial cultivation base, you are also worthy to talk about your Majesty Xuanlonghuang
! "
A terrifying and terrifying man whose face seemed to have been burned by fire suddenly took out a diamond-shaped silver-gray flying knife and threw it directly at Hua Xiaoluo's head! This flying knife was as fast as a beam of light, and the sacred cultivators present did not react to it in an instant! Lightning up! The flying knife suddenly paused in the air, just an inch in front of Hua Xiaoluo's forehead, and fell down! The hideous man suddenly stood up and asked angrily: "Who!
stand out! ! "
The purple-robed female mage looked at one side of the pavilion, an old gray-robed mage.
"Gee... Sorcerer King Phillips, you can bear it, after so many people died, you finally stopped pretending to be dumb?"
Phillips sighed for a long time, leaned on his staff, and walked slowly to the empty lake.
He looked at the generals in the pavilion, his eyes couldn't bear to look at Mutin, who had completely lost his combat effectiveness.
"Everyone, if the old man can take the two tricks, can you let this little girl go?"