Ten percent, ten percent of the internal power... was taken back, which is even more unbelievable. Without the determination and perseverance to hold on to one's own life and death, how could this ten percent of the internal power be taken back?
There was blood on Feng Xinglie's chest. The hairpin that was used to worship the sky was longer than ordinary hairpins. At this time, the hairpin stabbed deeply into the heart. The woman's hand held the tail of the hairpin...
The blood continued to flow out, but Feng Xinglie's face no longer had the deadly expression just now. It was now calm, so calm that no one could see a trace of emotion.
Jing, the whole scene of fighting, when faced with this moment, forgot to continue, looked up at this side...
The Ghost King was even more frightened. Wushuang, the one he wants to marry is Wushuang. Who is that woman? Who is she?
They have the same face, but he can't feel Wushuang's presence at all...
When the Dragon King's guards saw such a scene, they had long forgotten what it means to be an emperor or not an empress. Their king actually hurt their king, which is absolutely unforgivable...
In the killing field, the guards who were covered in blood had blood-red eyes. They all turned back towards the Dongshan guards and fought desperately. The king was their god. Without the king, how could they survive!
"King..." Feng Lingye looked at the people in the square, and his heart was almost torn...
No, that one definitely can't be Yue Wushuang. Yue Wushuang would not bear to hurt the king.
Mu Qingfeng turned around, and the pale Wushuang came into his eyes. The same face, but the icy aura around him was very cold, and the hairpin thorn in his hand was as if it had pierced Feng Xinglie's heart...
For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He felt wrong. Many things were wrong...
Feng Xinglie's back was turned to them, his coldness and indifference made him tremble in his heart.
It is already an icy winter, but the cold wind is even more icy, as if it is carrying a sickle, it can cut through the skin and penetrate deep into the bone marrow at any time...
"Kill..." The sounds of fighting were more brutal than before, and the monsters were everywhere.
All the Dragon Emperor troops who had come to Dongshan were going crazy at this moment, attacking like crazy.
No one expected that while watching the stunned Dongshan troops, they would suddenly attack, and they would be twice as vicious as before.
"Ah... touch..." The screams came one after another.
The morale of the Dongshan troops dropped significantly. At this time, facing the attack like a madman, they were really scared.
Throwing life and death into the fight will definitely give you a huge advantage.
Feng Lingye clenched the phantom weapon in her hand. At this time, all her thoughts were concentrated in her heart, and she was so depressed that she couldn't breathe.
In his heart, the Yue Wushuang who could hurt Feng Xinglie was indeed not Yue Wushuang, but that familiar face fell into his eyes intact... He had to believe this fact...
Yue Wushuang, what changed you?
In just over three months, you almost don’t look like you anymore... Why, why...
"Why..." A roar sounded from the crowd.
The phantom weapon in Feng Lingye's hand kept shooting out, and the iron blood exploded into the sky at this moment,
Seeing people fainting at his feet, their cold faces suddenly showed no emotion at all, and those tight cheeks absolutely shocked everyone in the midst of the fight.
For a moment, the people who died and those who fought felt as if they were fighting with a ghost. Their expressions and eyes were cold as they glanced at everyone, and their methods shocked everyone who saw them!
Crazy, everyone is crazy, forgetting the original purpose, forgetting everything, and even more forgetting the emperor and empress whom they respect.
The civil servant of Dongshan, who was hiding everywhere, was almost scared to tears at such an old age. He never knew that besides Feng Xinglie, the Dragon Emperor had such a terrifying aura. In just a short moment, the cold aura was like
It possessed his body like a ghost.
The rage burst into the sky, and the murderous intent was so strong that even the monsters couldn't resist it. Dongshan was over, it was over...
"Madman... evil ghosts, they are all evil ghosts..." The frightened guards couldn't resist and shouted...
The Dongshan guards, who have been fighting with the Ghost King for many years and rushed through the fighting, have experienced countless battles, countless fights, and countless scenes, but they have never seen anything like this...
Everyone seemed to be possessed by other ghosts. Not only were their auras horrified, but even their cold faces made them feel as if they were seeing real ghosts!
Everyone was fighting and screaming below, but the three people on the high platform in the square still didn't react. They were all shocked by what they saw in front of them...
The wind howls, carrying endless ice blades.
Feng Xinglie's eyes stared at the person in front of him, and they had long since lost the bloodthirsty murderous intent and the initial killing intent.
At this time, a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of bitterness, and the deepest part of his eyes was like a pool of stagnant water, without any life, as if he was going to close his eyes and die in the next second...
"Do you even want to kill me?" The corners of his mouth surged, and he spoke softly, and the enchanting lips were now frighteningly white.
Those lifeless eyes stared at her, as if if the woman in front of him just told him to die, he would die willingly without any complaints.
The woman's trembling body and the blood on her hands made her accept the reality. Her head almost exploded. Facing the pale face of the man in front of her, she was scared, really scared...
"I didn't mean it... I didn't mean it..." The woman let go of the hairpin and backed away in panic, tears falling continuously.
His fighting spirit is so high, the aura on his body is terrifying, he can obviously knock her out with one palm...
But why did he withdraw his palm wind? 100% of his endurance would shatter all his muscles and veins...
Seeing the blood-stained skirt, her heart ached, Shuang'er? Wushuang? Yes, it wouldn't be wrong to call Shuang'er so softly...
She knew, she understood... He was Wushuang's husband... But she killed her husband with her own hands...
She obviously wanted to save her and make her happy...but what did she do?
"Do you even hate me who is stained with blood?" A calm and trembling voice sounded from her ears.
