Seeing the concubine lying on the ground with her eyes wide open, she died without moving. The King of Chishui was terrified: "Who are you?" He turned his head, and when the man holding the sword behind him jumped into his sight, the first thing that flashed across his eyes was a touch of amazement.
He saw that person in a dazzling red robe, emitting an ethereal and fairy-like aura. His androgynous face was filled with an evil charm. Faintly, he seemed to see the person in red slightly raising his eyebrows and slightly curling the corners of his lips, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.
"Do you recognize who I am?" Fengjiu asked, pressing down on the sword with more force, cutting a cut on his neck, from which a trace of blood oozed out.
The stinging pain brought the King of Chishui back to his senses suddenly. Looking at the person in front of him, an idea flashed in his mind: "You, you are Fengjiu!" It is said that Fengjiu has a peerless beauty, likes red clothes, and holds a Qingfeng sword. The person in front of him is dressed in red and has a beautiful face. The sword pressing on his neck is the Qingfeng sword. Who else could it be but Fengjiu
"Yes, now that you have recognized me, you can go to hell." Feng Jiu curled her lips and smiled, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and the sword turned and instantly pierced into his dantian.
"hiss!"
At that last moment, the King of Chishui wanted to take a chance, but he was unable to mobilize his spiritual energy. He failed to dodge and was hit by the sword.
He only felt that the Qingfeng sword pierced his inner elixir, destroying his vitality with one sword, making it impossible for him to escape with his Nascent Soul. He stared at her stiffly, feeling resentful and unwilling to die like this, but he swallowed it in one breath and fell straight down.
Feng Jiu drew back her sword, looked at the Chishui King who was still holding his head, and sneered, "Don't worry, your son and daughter will be with you soon."
She turned and walked out, ordering, "Take his body and hang it at the gate of the palace!"
"Yes." Two Phoenix Guards flashed in from the darkness and dragged the corpse out.
Guan Xilin, who was guarding outside, saw her come out and said, "The two immortal monks in the dark have been dealt with. We can go to the Red Water Prince now."
"Well, let's go!" She responded and led them to the next destination.
Prince Chishui was practicing martial arts in the training ground. Ever since he suffered humiliation at the hands of the Xuanyuan Empire that year, he had been practicing diligently since returning, determined to improve his strength.
Seeing that the Xuanyuan Empire was about to be destroyed, he was very excited. After destroying the Xuanyuan Empire, he would trample Xuanyuan Moze under his feet! As for Fengjiu, who was said to be Xuanyuan Moze's woman, he would also find her! Imprison her and make her his slave!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
With a series of kicks, the eight sparring secret guards fell down one by one, groaning, and were unable to stand up for a long time.
"Waste! Eight of them are useless!" Prince Chishui flicked his sleeves and glanced at the eight people on the ground with his sharp eyes: "Stand up and continue!"
The eight secret guards helped each other stand up from the ground. Feeling the loss of spiritual energy in their bodies, they were a little terrified: "Your Highness, I feel like something is wrong with my body."
"Yes, me too. It seems like I can't use my spiritual power enough." Another person also said.