Fengjiu glanced at him calmly, then pressed several major acupoints on Pei Zixuan's body with her backhand. Mu Ling and others behind her rushed up to support him, and she then glanced at the man on the ground.
"Bring the antidote."
Her voice was light, but inexplicably there was a sense of majesty in it, an aura of authority without anger, which made the people around her feel nervous and guessed the identity of this person.
Even though the young man in white was wearing the robe of the Blue Star Immortal Sect, the aura of a strong man still made them doubt. Are all the disciples of Blue Star so strong? How could he knock a peak Nascent Soul cultivator away with just one move
"Antidote? There is no antidote!"
The man on the ground said, staring at Pei Zixuan with a cold look on his face: "You're dead!"
Guo Ziqi and the others were anxious after hearing this. No antidote? What should they do? Is this poison very strong? Will Senior Brother Zixuan die here
"Is there no antidote?"
Feng Jiu asked casually. She walked slowly forward to the side of the sharp sword that had fallen to the side. She stepped on it and picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and held it in her hand. She spun the sword in her hand, and a cold light flashed in front of everyone. Before everyone could react, the sharp sword blade stabbed towards the chest of the disciple on the ground.
"ah!"
"Brother He!"
"Brother He!"
A scream rang out, and the disciples around him also cried out in surprise, but no one stepped forward. They watched the young man in a white robe holding a sharp sword in his hand, calmly thrusting the sword into Senior Brother He's heart. Their hearts were lifted up. If the sword had been a little more off-center, it would have hit him right in the heart. At that time, even if the sword was not poisonous, there would probably be no hope for him.
The sharp sword pierced into the heart, and the poison quickly seeped into the disciple's body, which startled the disciple and he hurriedly took out the antidote. However, before he could open the antidote that he had taken out in fear, it was picked up by the sword in the opponent's hand and taken away directly.
"Give me back the antidote!" the disciple exclaimed, and tried to rush forward to grab it, but he groaned and fell back to the ground because of the pain in his wound.
Fengjiu glanced at him, unscrewed the lid slowly and took a whiff, her eyes still fixed on the man sitting on the ground. Seeing his eyes fixed on her, her heart moved slightly.
When she smelled the medicine emanating from the bottle, the corners of her lips curled up slightly and she revealed a smile, but in the man's eyes, this smile looked as scary as a devil.
"This is a good antidote. Why don't you take it first?"
Hearing this, and seeing the young man approaching with the medicine bottle, he panicked and said quickly: "I'll take it! I'll take the real antidote! Don't come over here, don't come over here!"
As soon as he said this, everyone around him realized that he had pretended to take out the antidote, but in fact he had taken out the poison? At such a critical moment, he actually still wanted to harm others
For a moment, everyone looked at him with complicated eyes, especially the disciples who were with him, who were even more defensive. If they were not careful at any time, would they also fall into his trap? It was really worrying to be with such a person.