Before Feng Qingyun could threaten her domineeringly, her pupils shrank violently by the scene in front of her.

What came towards him was Li Ming's murderous black sword.

Is this person crazy?

He actually wants to kill himself?

Feng Qingyun didn't care about the pain of tearing her knees, and strongly survived her body, and quickly fell backwards, avoiding the sword.

Looking at the scene in the middle of the ruins, there is no danger.

Emperor Donghua, who raised his heart to his throat, had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

When I looked up again, I was shocked by the scene in front of me.

What did he see?

I saw Li Ming's eyes suddenly turned bloody red, and his broad palm stretched out, and a strange gas gathered in his hands, and then slashed straight towards Feng Qingyun's forehead.

"Um"

A painful groan sounded, and Feng Qingyun suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Her eyes were a little hollow and her expression was painful, as if she was trapped in a dream demon, as if she was suffering some extraordinary blow, and her whole body was filled with a breath of despair.

And the culprit of doing all this.

Standing beside Feng Qingyun, the carved handsome face showed an extremely bloodthirsty sneer. He looked at Feng Qingyun from a high place, watching her curling on the ground in pain.

"Ha! Princess War? He is just an ugly inferior man."

"You are worthy of voyeurism for something that belongs to Your Highness?"

As he finished speaking, Li Ming narrowed his cold eyes, raised the long sword with a cold light in his hand, and stabbed Feng Qingyun's heart.

Just in this thousand equals, it’s a palpitation.

The black sword in front of him was about to pierce Feng Qingyun's heart.

A pressure from the way of heaven enveloped Feng Qingyun's body and hit Li Ming's sword blade, causing the black sword to suddenly deviate from the track.

"ah"

The severe pain made Feng Qingyun suddenly wake up.

The originally empty and lost eyes were suddenly replaced by sinisterness, and Feng Qingyun covered her stabbed neck with a painful expression.

And there were another burst of bone-shaking pain in the heart.

"I, Feng Qingyun, have recorded the hatred today!" Feng Qingyun stared at Li Ming with a distorted expression.

The bright red blood dripped from her fingertips, knocking on the ground, terrifyingly.

Li Ming did not show any surprise when he saw this.

Feng Qingyun was originally a supporter of the Heavenly Dao. It was normal for a blow to her heart to suddenly deviate from the track. Except for Your Highness, I am afraid that no one in this world can make her disappear forever.

But this person

He is just a son of luck who is blessed by the inferior world.

No matter what, she can't change her as a inferior person from Donghua. Even in his eyes, she is just an ant-like existence, and she is worthy of His Highness's efforts to deal with her?

It's ridiculous!

"Are you leaving?" Just then.

A cold and indifferent voice came from a distance without any sense of inconsistency. The woman in white who was leaving stopped, glanced at Li Ming with a calm expression, and spoke.

Before the ministers could come back to their senses from this terrifying scene.

An extremely shocking oath came from the center of the ruins.

"Li! Jiu! Yin!"

"I, Feng Qingyun, here I swear, you can't kill me today. If I am strong in the future, I will definitely crush your bones and ashes, making you worse than death!" Feng Qingyun curled up on the ground with pain, his face pale, and the wound on his chin was filled with disgusting blood.

But her words were filled with a firm and unyielding momentum.

That kind of fighting spirit is full of momentum!
Chapter completed!