Chapter 125

Emperor Fuyao's body glides back slightly. With a turn of his wrist, the black knife draws out a fast light and shadow in the void. He steps forward and takes the initiative to attack the wind.

Fengfeiyu sweeps the sword lightly. The light of the sword blows out a strong sword Qi.

His Qingfeng sword contains the power of wind. It's just an understatement. The sword spirit and wind blade are combined into one, sweeping over with extremely sharp power.

In an instant, the dust filled people's eyes.

Feng Feiyu's eyes were cold, and he kept swinging the Qingfeng sword.

The light of the sword is sharp and the wind blade is sharp.

"Brother is great!" The wind spirit son sees the emperor to support to shake to retreat one after another, think oneself elder brother has already controlled her.

"You little girl is talking nonsense again. You are my boss White Ze not to be outdone ground roars a way.

Wind spirit son disdains a way: "that smelly woman is beaten by my elder brother, have no the power of parry, she is the worst!"

"Ha ha." White Ze sneers, "shallow little girl piece."

In the battle of life and death, the eldest brother was forced back by Qin yuan, but in the end.

Qin yuan's neck was broken by his boss, and he died in peace!

Only he can see that the boss seems to be losing. In fact, she has been observing Feng Feiyu's sword moves, looking for the most suitable breakthrough point.

Then, one move to defeat the enemy!!

Emperor Fu Yao continued to slide backward, and was forced to retreat by the wind sword.

The pride in Feng Feiyu's eyes is even worse.

Thanks to her being a fourth level element master, she can't even fight back!

"Demon pharmacist, I didn't expect you to be so weak. I'm not in the mood to continue playing with you. One move will win or lose!"

The wind is flying, the cold sound is falling, and all the wind is crossing into the sword.

In a flash, the sword Qi suddenly increased!

The wind blade is more fierce.

Feng Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly and saw her heart. The heart of the sword stabbed away!

"Be careful, boss!" Bazaar yelled nervously.

"Swords don't have eyes. If you accidentally hurt or kill your boss, don't cry!" Feng ling'er sneered.

The heart of the sword comes with a sharp wind.

At this time, the accident happened suddenly!

Emperor Fuyao suddenly stopped sliding backward. Instead, he took the initiative to attack. He stepped forward and rushed straight towards the heart of the sword.

Her mouth is smiling, but her eyes are as cold as ice in winter.

Feng Feiyu was startled by her sudden speed and quickly turned the sword.

The sharp blade passed by.

Emperor Fu Yao sees the right time, toes light, body suddenly like an eagle like a dive!

The black knife flashed.

Lock the throat of Feng Feiyu!

"Brother!" The wind spirit son stares big eyes, can't believe!

There was a happy smile on his pretty face.

Sure enough, it's the boss's habit to observe the opponent's weakness before fighting.

"Feng Da Shao, do you give up?" Emperor Fu Yao gives a light sneer.

Feng Feiyu, who was locked in her throat, only felt that her neck was cold. Maybe she had made a cut on her neck.

"Bad woman, you attacked my brother!" The wind spirit son is angry to shout.

Emperor Fu shakes cold eyes to shoot toward her, "My Demon Qing never does that kind of low third rate thing."

Just as she was talking with Feng ling'er, Feng Feiyu gritted her teeth and threw away the Qingfeng sword. She clapped her hand on her shoulder.

Emperor Fuyao was photographed several meters away.

Feng Feiyu rushed to her with his sword, and the blade reached her in an instant.

"It's not sure who loses or who wins!" Feng Feiyu's eyes were cold, and the heart of the sword pointed to her heart.

"Lying trough, your brother sneaks attack, he is the most shameless!" Baize was furious.

The wind spirit son small face a red, raise small face not to be outdone to say: "is your eldest brother skill is inferior to a person, hum!"

"What else do you have to say?" Feng Feiyu sneered.

The tip of the sword was facing her heart, only through her thin clothes.

The emperor Fu Yao under the strange blood face slowly outlined a strong bloodthirsty meaning on his face.

"It seems that you still think my demon Qing is easy to bully, don't you?"

"In the battle, there are only the strong and the weak, and no one bullies anyone!" Feng Feiyu made a deliberate effort.

The point of the sword penetrated her clothes and cut her skin.

The blood of scarlet quickly permeated out, instantly dyed his Qingfeng sword red.

"Boss!" Bai Ze cried out anxiously.

In the face of the fatal threat, Emperor Fuyao not only did not panic, but also looked at fengfeiyu with his eyes as light as water.

"Give you a second to take back your sword."

Feng Feiyu sneered, "what if you don't accept it? You're not qualified to talk to me about terms, demon Qing."

"Yes..."

Emperor Fu Yao's voice was light and cold, full of cold.

Feng Feiyu stares at her haughtily.

Who knows, the next second, an incredible scene happened in front of him.

Emperor Fuyao suddenly clenched the black knife, and his hand was like electricity.

A flash of cold light.

Just one click.

The Qingfeng sword in fengfeiyu's hand was cut into two pieces by her black knife!

"That's it!" Feng Feiyu was shocked with the cut Qingfeng sword, just like hell!

"Fengdashao, you stab me. I like to double it."

Emperor Fuyao's chest is still inserted with a broken sword tip. She doesn't feel any pain. She moves to the front of fengfeiyu in a blink.

Knife up, knife down!

Before Feng Feiyu even had time to react, he was stabbed several times in the chest.

"Poof --" his body was in a flash, and a mouthful of blood burst out.

"Brother!" Feng ling'er's face was shocked and rushed forward to help Feng Feiyu's rickety body.

Blood continued to flow from his chest, dropping on the ground.

"Yaoqing, you are so poisonous!" Feng Feiyu gritted his teeth and looked at her bitterly, then vomited blood.

This time, Feng ling'er learned to be good, and quickly took out the hemostatic pill for him to take.

Although hemostasis, but was stabbed in the chest, bursts of pain.

Feng Feiyu's face soon turned pale, and his sharp eyes were still staring at emperor Fuyao.

"How can it poison you?" Emperor Fu Yao sneered and his eyes were like a blade.

Fortunately, Baize happily echoed: "fengfeiyu, you hurt my boss first, and my boss just gave you back!"

"Well, this time I'll lose, next time, I'll definitely beat you!" Feng Feiyu covered his chest and turned away in anger.

Wind spirit son made a face to two people after, also hastily follow him.

"Boss, please sit down. I'll deal with the sword on your chest!" Bazaar said eagerly.

Emperor Fu Yao light smile, "nothing, I can handle."

Then she turned to find a hidden fire hole.

Take off your clothes.

The broken sword inserted into the chest is not deep, it doesn't hurt the key.

Emperor Fuyao pulled the broken sword out of his chest a little bit.

Ask if it hurts.

crap.

Of course, it hurts. You can pull it out by yourself. Does it hurt?

It's just that she's been through too much.

In a previous life, I lived on the point of a knife.

Treat wounds, remove shrapnel, and even cut off necrotic meat.

She's been through all this.

As the saying goes, get used to it.

Indeed, she was used to it. Even if she was born again, she was used to cutting flesh and taking out the broken sword.