She was not sad, but she felt sad for the former Li Tianliang and Feng Xiyun like this.
"Feng Xiyun," her face became more teasing, "You are also a master at irritating people."
Feng Xiyun moved her hand, using her cold breath to drive the airflow, and picked up the sword that Shen Rongrong had just dropped on the ground. She held it in her palm, raised the sword, and pointed it at her face.
"I don't want to fight with you," he said, "I am not afraid of anyone in the world who is my enemy, but you are the only one..."
"When you point your sword at someone else, you are already declaring that they are your enemy." Tian Liang's brows became increasingly cold, "Let me tell you clearly, today, I want Shen Rongrong's life."
Arrogant, domineering.
The moves he made were even more ruthless.
If those blood-stained hands touched any part of Shen Rongrong's body, Rongrong would die instantly.
Feng Xiyun had never seen such a weird move before. It had no martial spirit and was not fancy, but it had only one purpose, to kill someone.
He hugged Shen Rongrong to avoid her fierce moves, and controlled his martial energy to avoid hurting her, but she was too fierce and cruel, and she was approaching with every move, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, with evil energy. pressing.
Kick, turn, flip! Tianliang snatched the sword from his hand and sneered, "Thank you for giving in, Feng Dashan."
After that, a sword stabbed into the right leg of the woman in his arms——
The shrill screams pierced the sky.
Shen Rongrong held Feng Xiyun's shoulder tightly, crying and shouting, "Xiyun, it hurts, I hurt, she hurt me, she hurt my leg..."
Mr. Shen who was sitting at the table also turned pale at this time. Seeing that the situation was not right, he shouted to Shen Rongrong, "Rongrong, come down and quit the competition!"
This is the only way to save your life at this time.
If she, Li Tianliang, dares to touch Rongrong again outside of the ring competition, he will immediately kill everyone in the Li family!
When Feng Xiyun heard this, she stepped on her feet and carried Shen Rongrong towards the edge of the ring, hoping to put her down safely.
Tian Liang looked at this and immediately pulled out his bleeding sword, followed closely behind, and flashed in front of Feng Xiyun like a ghost, blocking her way. He smiled on his lips, raised his hand and stabbed Shen Rong with another sword. Rong's shoulder, she said softly: "Miss Shen, you just felt a little pain, what are you shouting for?"
Shen Rongrong has become a bloody person, and her gorgeous brocade clothes are dyed red with blood. Now she looks no better than Tianliang. She is trembling all over, her pupils are dilated and she is staring at Tianliang who is close at hand in fear. It exploded with a buzzing sound, and fear spread throughout the body, making it impossible to make a sound.
Feng Xiyun's face became angry, and she immediately gathered energy in her palms. With a low shout, she hit Tian Liang on the shoulder.
The cold air suddenly invaded her body and traveled inside her body, restraining her for a moment and knocking her away.
Tianliang fell to the ground with his blow, and his shoulder fell heavily. The wound from last night burst open and bleeded...
"sorry……"
After Feng Xiyun whispered to her silently, she quickly flew to the edge of the ring, gently lowered Shen Rongrong under the ring, and sent her to a safe zone...
The Shen family immediately went to surround Shen Rongrong...
Tianliang stood up reluctantly.
Feng Xiyun was in front of her, "Your injury..."
"Thank you for your gift as a woman." She looked at him with great hatred, "I also thank you for your gift."
At this moment, a shout came from the side of the tower, "The third prince has captured the flag and won!"
Tian Liang looked back and saw Feng Aotian standing on the top of the high tower, holding the Phoenix flag in his hand, watching her silently.
This was an opportunity he created for her as quickly as possible.
Tian Liang looked back with gratitude, immediately jumped off the stage, swung his sword to spread out the Shen family members who had just surrounded him, kicked them away with three punches and two kicks, and raised his hand to lock Shen Rongrong's throat...
Feng Xiyun was shocked, raised her palm to block with Qingguang Hanwu...
At the same time, Shen Xiang stood up, and the white light of Fengwu under his hand gathered, and almost at the same time as Feng Xiyun, he smashed the wind breath towards Tianliang——
Two powerful forces gathered together to strike hard.
A ninth-level master, a warrior with decades of experience, not to mention Li Tianliang, even a tenth-level master at this time may not be guaranteed to be able to dodge.
Feng Ao looked at the sky and said, "Li Tianliang——"
"Oops!"
Feng Xiyun did not expect that Shen Xiang would also take action. In desperation, she closed her hands and made a strange gesture, frowning tightly, and a light color different from the blue cold breath suddenly appeared on her fingertips. The green light turned pale, The light color is mysterious, and with a move of two fingers, a suffocating blue light bursts out, straight towards Tianliang's back, and instantly merges with the two rays of light, disappearing, enveloping Tianliang in a huge mixed-color light shield among.
It's just a moment.
No one noticed the strange trend of Qinghan's metamorphosis just now.
There was only one person - the little man who wanted to run down to save his mother. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly saw the blue light coming back. His little feet couldn't help but pause, and he looked at Feng Xiyun on the stage in disbelief... …
How could he...
Three streams of air struck at the same time, Tian Liang was blown away from Shen Rongrong, and hit the tables and chairs next to the ring with a crashing sound. In the powerful force, the tables and chairs all turned into powder.
The corners of her mouth were filled with saltiness, and she spat out several mouthfuls of blood...
In the brain, he gradually became comatose, and his consciousness began to fade.
Fragments of it floated into her mind.
Strong wind, obvious murderous intention.
This is...a cliff.
Many people, including masked men in black and armed with weapons, forced her to retreat step by step until she reached the end of the cliff, still forcing her.
She looked frightened, angry, hateful, and unwilling, but in the end she was defeated by everyone and fell off the cliff...
Falling, unconscious falling.
The blood-red sky was overwhelming.
The strong fishy smell almost overwhelms all senses.
The scene changes suddenly. She rushes into a manor with her sword in hand, and kills with her sword raised, and kills with her raised sword.
She killed with anger, with madness, with bloodthirsty, with no sense of rationality...
In her mind, there was only hatred, endless hatred and pain that almost drowned her.
"Give it back!"
She stood in front of the flower bed stained red with blood, screaming in pain, "Give it back to me..."
Pay her back...what?
Tianliang wanted to continue exploring and move forward, but suddenly felt a pain in the wound on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and regained consciousness...