“Crack! Bang!”
“Hiss!”
The sound of broken bones rang out crisply, along with his gasping screams and the clanging of the dagger in his hand falling. Because his hand was restrained, he could not escape, nor could he make any other attacks. He lowered his body and half-crouched on the ground because of his twisted hand.
Feng Jiu flicked her sleeves and a stream of air came out, blowing away the thick smoke, gradually revealing Ling Tianyu with a distorted face.
"Let go!" he shouted angrily and struggled to fight back, but he was unable to get up and attack because his hands were twisted.
Fengjiu sneered, kicked him with her foot, pushed him with her hand, kicked him forward, hit the barrier and bounced back, falling to the ground.
"Um!"
He groaned in pain, but felt more embarrassed. Looking at the people outside pointing and criticizing him, he felt humiliated and his face was burning.
"Do you admit defeat?" Fengjiu asked, walking slowly forward with a whip in her hand.
"You want me to admit defeat? Impossible!"
He gritted his teeth, and several icy blades shot out from his palms and attacked Fengjiu. At the same time, he moved his sleeves, and a dagger slipped out of his sleeves and fell into his hand. He moved his body and quickly rushed forward.
"call out!"
Seeing the ice blades coming at her, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows, swung the whip in her hand, and smashed the ice blades with a snap. When she saw that the man had another dagger in his hand, she raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to have so many daggers."
As soon as the voice fell, he stepped on the tip of his toes and kicked up the crescent-shaped dagger that Ling Tianyu had dropped on the ground at his feet. He condensed the spiritual energy in his palm and used the spiritual power to control the crescent-shaped dagger to attack forward.
The oncoming dagger came towards him with murderous intent. No matter how kind-hearted he was, he was startled at this moment. He instinctively avoided the attack of the crescent-shaped dagger, but was still scratched on the cheek by the airflow from the knife.
He cried out in pain and instinctively covered his face that was cut by the knife. He felt warm blood dripping from his cheek, seeping through the cracks in his fingers and staining his hands red.
"You ruined my appearance!" His eyes were red, and he stared at Fengjiu like he was going crazy.
"Really? I originally intended to point the blade at your neck, but you dodged it! In that case, how about we change the place?" She showed a strange smile, controlling the crescent-shaped dagger in her hand, only to see the dagger turn around and attack him.
"Hiss! This guy is crazy!"
The people watching outside screamed in fear when they saw this scene. You know, City Lord Ling only has this one son. If he really has no descendants, it would be strange for him to leave alive!
When the guards saw this scene, they were so frightened that their legs went limp. Some of them hurried back to report what happened to the city lord, while others stood outside and shouted, "Young Master, get out of the way!"
Seeing the knife coming towards his crotch, Ling Tianyu's face turned pale and he screamed: "Feng Jiu! Stop it! Stop it now! Damn it!"
He drank and jumped to avoid the attack. When the knife almost went through his crotch, the sharp energy of the knife even cut a hole in his pants. A cool breeze blew in, making him shiver involuntarily.