"Big Brother!"
“Unparalleled!”
"Damn it!" Inside the iron cage, everyone from the Tianshan Sword Sect screamed in cold anger.
The long swords on their bodies were all unsheathed, making a terrible clanging sound that was deafening!
For a moment, sword energy was everywhere in the iron cage!
The three Saint Tower masters who escaped the disaster and Lin Qingge all had gloomy faces and bowed their heads respectfully, but they were extremely panicked in their hearts.
The people above asked them to capture four people.
But in such a short period of time, the two most valuable people had accidents one after another... Now, even if they captured the other two, I'm afraid those big shots in the Holy Tower would be furious!
He guessed right.
At this moment, above the Holy Tower, the person who had suppressed Jian Wushuang earlier looked down with a stiff expression...
He just wanted to stop Jian Wushuang, but he didn't expect that... he would kill Jian Wushuang!
This was not his intention!
Even if he wanted to kill Jian Wushuang, he would not kill him until he had obtained the holy luck in Jian Wushuang's body and the patterns on the white jade chair!
Instead of taking action now when nothing has been gained from him, his death at this time is still a big trouble for the Holy Tower! Before, they were just forcing them to hand over something, and the Tianshan Sword Sect might have been able to tolerate it, but now someone has died...
How could that group of indomitable and unyielding sword cultivators just give up
"idiot!"
Next to him, another old man with white hair and beard and a sage-like appearance was furious and slapped the man in the face: "Who told you to do it?"
boom!
The man was blown away, his body kept moving backwards and hit the wall, making a loud noise!
"No more accidents can happen!" The bigwigs of the Holy Tower all looked extremely grim. The patterns of Holy Luck and the white jade chair, the top five of them, were of the greatest help to Xingchen.
Now the number one Lou Qianxue is in the holy land, and the holy land can only be opened once every ten years. I am afraid she can’t wait.
The second place Jian Wushuang died.
The third prince Yu is ruined!
Only the fourth and fifth are left.
No matter what, nothing could go wrong - otherwise, their plan would be completely in vain... or in other words, in this situation, they have already lost!
"Capture Mu Zhanfeng and Xuehua immediately!"
They gave orders to the Holy Tower guards and Holy Tower powerful people below!
at this time.
Mu Zhanfeng stood there blankly, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly, his face distorted, and his expression impossible to tell.
Xuehua calmed down instead. She seemed to have forgotten the environment she was in. On her cold and beautiful face, she even smiled faintly. She gently wiped the blood from Jian Wushuang's lips, and her fingers caressed his cold facial features lovingly...
Swish, swish, swish!
The Holy Pagoda guards and powerful men surrounded Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng.
"You have seen what happened to them. If you continue to be stubborn, then they will be your fate - or..."
Another cold and fierce pressure fell on the iron cage: "Do you want me to kill them one by one before you agree?"
At this point, the Holy Tower no longer cares about its dignity. Even if it means taking it by force or robbing, even if it means threatening or intimidating, they must get what Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng have!
"Heh..." Xuehua seemed to be awakened. She slowly raised her head and looked at them with cold, hateful and ruthless eyes. She was unwilling to talk to them.
She half-knelt on the ground, hugged Jian Wushuang's body, held Jian Wushuang's hands to hug her body, interlocked her fingers with those cold hands, and then slowly closed her eyes...
Seeing that she ignored him, the Saint Tower guards slowly approached her, but found that Xuehua had no reaction.
Continue later
(End of this chapter)