Feng Xiaoxun smiled coldly, his figure flashed slightly, and Gu Ximo's sword was gone.
After all, Fang Xiyan stayed with Feng Xiaoxun for three days and saw him fighting with the turtle. She knew his abilities well and knew that once he got out of trouble, Gu Ximo and the others were no match for him. She couldn't help but scream again.
: "Leave me alone, let's go!"
Now every one who can escape counts.
They couldn't save her at all, and it cost them a few more lives...
Just as she screamed out, her arms tightened, as if there was an iron hoop on her wrist. The pain was heartbreaking, and cold sweat instantly flowed down. Feng Xiaoxun's voice sounded coldly in her ears: "Very good, you still care at this time."
Can you get with him?! Don’t worry, no one can leave today!”[
His left arm still tightly controlled Fang Xiyan, and when he stretched out his right arm, a long crimson sword appeared in his hand: "If you dare to plot against me, you will have to pay the price for plotting against me!"
The long sword turned around and around, and the eight red lights were as dazzling as the sun, shooting towards the eight disciples!
As soon as Gu Ximo saw Feng Xiaoxun taking action, he already knew something was wrong, and the only way out was to fight to the death.
He threw himself forward and tried his best to knock away the red light that was shot at the injured junior brother. He pulled the junior brother behind him, but he couldn't avoid the one that was shot at him, and he let out a chirp.
His shoulder passed straight through, bringing up a rain of blood...
He staggered a bit, but then stood firm with the stake: "Seven-star formation!"
His face was frighteningly pale, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that Feng Xiaoxun's injury was very serious, but he was still able to grit his teeth and support him, and he was able to command calmly. He was indeed a talent!
The bodies of the brothers flashed forward, and as expected they each took their positions. This formation was easy to defend but not easy to attack, and it happened to protect the injured Purple Lotus Sect disciple in the middle.
"Senior Brother Gu, you are also injured, is it okay?" The thick-browed, big-eyed disciple from before who liked to talk a lot obviously had a good relationship with Gu Ximo, and his concern was palpable.
"It doesn't matter to me." Blood flowed from Gu Ximo's shoulders, but he was standing in the front position, protecting all the junior brothers behind him: "Feng Xiaoxun, if you want revenge, come at me, let my junior brother and Miss Fang go!"
Feng Xiaoxun was still standing in the air, his left arm still half-hugging and half-threatening Fang Xiyan, his red robe fluttering in the wind, and he smiled charmingly: "Well, you do have a deep brotherhood, so I will
Let me spare your life first and let you watch your brothers being tortured one by one!"
The crimson sword in his hand trembled, buzzing, and a circle of red light exploded. The red light quickly magnified, extending from his body to all directions like a wave. The speed was so fast that everything he passed by was as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it, and it was quickly corrupted.
Turn into ashes...
This red light seemed to have spirituality. It actually bypassed Gu Ximo and flew towards a junior brother behind him, as fast as the tide of the ocean.