Chapter 63

In the evening, a face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter gourd color.

Suddenly, something happened behind her. The stone door leading to the circuit suddenly closed automatically. Feng Che's eyes and eyebrows moved. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit her back. She subconsciously avoided it in the evening, but it was too late. Suddenly, a magnified face appeared in the burial room where she and Feng Che were the only two. The beautiful and enchanting face magnified in front of her, In the evening, he suddenly felt dizzy in front of his eyes. At the same time, his mind emptied, and his originally clear pupils suddenly became listless, staring straight ahead.

Feng Che's eyebrows moved, and a purple light passed. Leng youjue avoided it with a sneer. She stood on a Dragon carving stone pillar and looked down at Feng Che: "it's worthy of being the Third Prince of Feng. In addition to your master Xuantian saint, you are the only one who can understand the master of the imperial mausoleum and escape from the armor."

Feng Che's eyebrows and eyes remained unchanged. She only took Xiang Wan, who was controlled by magic, into her arms. She stretched out her hand and touched several big acupoints around her body to stabilize her mind. Then she looked at Leng youjue and said with a faint smile: "at this time, you are not in a hurry to escape. It seems that you are sure that you can solve the problem here."

Leng youjue looked at his calm face and said with a sneer: "you can't solve it, but if our sect leader can give you to Xiyu royal family, it's no problem to borrow troops to recover Xia Zhou in the future!"

Feng Che listened and also laughed, but there was a deep meaning in the laughter: "Oh? Xiyu? Are you sure you can take my credit? "

"You have been guarding Lingnan for so many years. Xiyu hates you to the bone. Why can't you?"

Feng Che light a smile: "that also must you have the ability to take down this king ability."

"Then try it!"

Leng youjue's voice is heavy. Suddenly, the dark shadow has swept Fengche like a ghost. Feng Che smiles and holds Xiang Wan with one hand to his right palm. When he successfully pushes him back, he spins his body and sits down at the stone wall. Then he rushes to Leng youjue.

Purple light like rainbow, black shadow like wind, two figures entangled together, do not know who wins or who loses.

Suddenly, they parted. Leng youjue chuckled and said, "Qimen dunjia takes a lot of effort, plus my three ghosts in beiku, and you heal that woman. Your Qi is only 70% at the moment. What do you want to fight with me?"

Feng Che look unchanged: "to deal with you, 70% is enough!"

The purple shadow came again, and Leng youjue sneered, which was like a ghost.

Feng Che reaches for his hand and swings his sleeve to avoid it. At the same time, Leng youjue retreats. When Leng youjue sees the right time, a long sword suddenly appears in his empty hand. The sword body is red, as if it were stained with blood. Feng Che's eyes and eyebrows suddenly coagulate: "red blood sword? The red blood sword is an ancient murder weapon. It is addicted to human blood and its whole body is red. You need to drink human blood every day to keep it sharp. Because the body of the sword is stained with thousands of souls, you will see blood when the sword comes out! I didn't expect you to be so bloodthirsty. It seems that I can't keep you today! "

Leng youjue gave a sneer and said immediately, "you also know that the red blood sword will bring blood. Today, our sect leader will use your royal blood of the Jin and Yuan Dynasties to sacrifice the lives of my dead royal family!"