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The piercing pain and the breath of death brought by the sword made Emperor Dongyao suddenly come to his senses. He felt that his body was being pulled away, and because of this, although Fengjiu's sword pierced him, it did not hit the fatal part.
"You're going to die!"
The emperor who had saved him shouted in a gloomy voice, "She deliberately distracted you so that her opponent could attack! If I hadn't helped you just now, you would have died under her sword!"
Blood oozed from the wound on the shoulder, which was only about a fist away from the heart. At this moment, the wound was oozing with a cold sword energy, just like an icy sharp blade drilling into the wound, piercing the bone and causing unbearable pain.
The warm blood soaked a large area of his shirt on his chest. The smell of blood filled his nostrils, which actually calmed his mind.
He quickly sealed the wound to stop the bleeding. When he raised his eyes, he stared at Leng Hua who was holding the umbrella with a cold and hostile gaze, with murderous intent in his eyes.
“What a pity.”
Fengjiu sighed softly, with a hint of regret in her voice. It was a pity that the sword missed the target and failed to take his life.
"Fengjiu, today, I will let you see my strength!" Emperor Dongyao said with gritted teeth in a gloomy voice. The treasure umbrella was in the hands of Fengjiu's people. It went without saying that all the descendants of the family in the lower fairyland must have been destroyed.
The overwhelming rage turned into a strong fighting spirit at this moment. He held a long sword in his hand, and his figure flashed into the air. A sword containing a powerful sword aura chopped fiercely from the air towards Feng Jiu below.
"Die!"
The powerful sword energy formed a terrifying airflow and pressure in the air, and even Song Mi'er and others who were further away could feel the oppressive and terrifying breath.
The wind in the air seemed to condense on the sword at this moment. With a whoosh, it struck Fengjiu with the force of thunder and a breath of destruction.
At the same time, the other two emperors also moved at this moment, rising into the air. The three of them stood in three directions, forming a siege triangle, trapping Fengjiu in the middle.
There were powerful palm winds and air currents in their hands, and at that moment they also attacked Feng Jiu in the middle, thinking that even if she could avoid the attack of one of them, one of the other two would definitely be able to kill her!
At worst, even if this attack fails to kill her, it can at least seriously injure her!
However, just as the three of them were trying to kill Fengjiu from three sides, Fengjiu, holding the Qingfeng Sword in her hand, moved.
As the attacks from the three parties were knocked down, the red figure rushed towards one of them like lightning. The red figure passed through the sword shadow and palm wind at such a fast speed that they could only see a touch of red, as well as the murderous intent and breath of death that the red brought.
"Qing Feng drinks blood!"
The cold voice carried a bloodthirsty aura, as if it came from hell. At the same time as the voice rang out, the sword of Emperor Dongyao also chopped down the place where Fengjiu was originally standing. At the same time, a huge palm print also fell at that moment, making a loud bang.
"call out!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"call out!"