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Feng Xiao could feel his body slowly losing consciousness. He finally understood why his foster father was so proud to have taken fifty moves from the Ye Huang Tian Clan.

After half a minute, his body no longer felt like his own, and his consciousness slowly started to blur.

"You …" Primordial … "Secret Art …"

A faintly discernible voice sounded out in Feng Xiao's consciousness, awakening a sliver of clarity in him. His entire body shook, and he forcefully channeled his remaining consciousness into the Chaotic Art, barely recovering the mobility of his right hand. With a wave of his hand, a light red sharp blade ruthlessly pierced towards his thigh.

The intense pain made Feng Xiao's mind clear up. He shouted loudly, and the Chaotic Force covered his entire body, instantly breaking through Ye Huang Tian's aura. He pushed his speed to the limit, turning into a shadow as he flew towards Ye Huang Tian.

There has never been anyone who could make me suffer like this!

In all of the martial arts in the world, only speed is unbeatable. Sword God, let me see how you can break through my speed as fast as the wind.

With his power destroyed, a surprised look appeared on the face of the Ye Huang, Gu Jing. However, he regained his calm after a while. In his hand, there was a purple ancient sword that was emitting a powerful aura.

Feng Xiao's Flying Feather was already within reach, and Ye Huang Tian did not dodge. His right hand that was holding the sword slightly waved, creating a tight purple sword net that covered Feng Xiao's entire body.

His opponent only had one sword, but it made him feel as if there were countless swords swinging at the same time, completely sealing off his path. If he continued to move forward even a little, he would definitely be strangled to death.

Feng Xiao was startled and quickly moved to the side, but he was a bit late. His left side was in pain and his left arm and chest were already covered with countless shallow cuts from the sword energy.

Ye Huang Tian stood there with the purple sword in his hand, as if he had never moved before.

Feng Xiao panted, and his heart was already in turmoil.

One strike. With just one strike, he had injured himself.

The sword transformed into countless sword shadows, and each sword shadow contained a tyrannical sword qi. No one could dodge or block it, let alone approach his body.

Ignoring the countless small wounds, Feng Xiao once again tightened his grip on the light flying feather. He had already decided to risk it all again. With his shocking speed, he was betting that the Sword God would not make a move in time.

Feng Xiao paused for a second, his body suddenly disappeared on the spot, and a red light shot out like a lightning straight towards Ye Huang Tian's right arm.

The Emperor Sword of China's top ten divine weapon ranked third, Zi Yang, was something that he had to take in his entire life.

The whistling sound of the wind blew past his ears, Feng Xiao had already raised his speed to the limit. Suddenly, an extremely dangerous aura came from his right — it was definitely not the aura brought by the Sword God, but it made him feel like he was nearing death.

Although Feng Xiao was shocked, he was not flustered. He instantly circulated all of his Primal Chaos Qi, using his Chaotic Force to the limit, and forcefully twisted the space around him …

The king of Ye saw something that shocked him... The speed of the Blood Emperor's Shadow Wind was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye, yet it completely went against the laws of physics. The speed of the Blood Emperor's Shadow Wind was so fast that it completely went against the laws of physics.

Any moving object that wanted to stop or reverse would need an inertial buffering process where the speed was reduced to zero. Relatively speaking, the faster the object was, the greater the distance required for the buffering and the longer the time. However, Feng Xiao completely went against this principle, and like a ray of light that suddenly touched a mirror, he was instantly reflected back.

Ye Xiao was stunned for a while. He sighed and put away the sword. He then went back to the place where he had been hiding.

"Old Xiao, you really couldn't hold back anymore."

Xiao Ying's face was blank as he looked at his hands in disbelief. After a long while, he said desolately, "As expected of someone you value so much. For twenty years, I finally failed once — and it was so close. "

"If you are unwilling, there will be a next time. He is a proud person, and he will definitely not change his style because of our appearance. The next time he appears, he will definitely remind us where to find him. "

Feng Xiao felt dizzy for a while, and finally fell on the ground, breathing heavily. That reversal of space just now had nearly exhausted all of his Chaotic Force.

Against the laws of the world, with his first level of the Chaotic Art, he could only barely do it. Yesterday, he used a single hand to pull the space between him and Nanny Liu. Although it seemed easy, it actually consumed half of his Chaotic Force.

"The God of Swords and the Sniper made their moves at the same time. It's not as if they were aiming specifically at me." Feng Xiao sat upright on the ground, slowly recovering his strength. The wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"To be able to escape from the Sword God and the Sniper is incredible. Truly amazing." Feng Xiao laughed foolishly, and inadvertently pulled at the wound on his chest, causing him to grimace in pain.

The leader of the Chinese Eagle Group, Xiao Ying, had eagle-like eyes and reflexes like a leopard.

"I seem to have heard a vague voice that woke me up. And, it seems to be Wan-Er's voice … Phew, it must be an illusion. "

Feng Yao kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep; her heart was beating wildly. Because my brother still hasn't returned. This time, it will be longer than any time before.

Feng Yao was tossing and turning in endless suffering and prayers.

"Pa!" An extremely soft sound of someone landing on the ground sounded out from the balcony. After a while, there was an even softer sound of a door closing.

A happy smile appeared on Feng Yao's face. She gently hugged Xi Ruo's soft body and peacefully fell asleep.

Looking at the wounds on his body, Feng Xiao's face revealed a trace of indifference.

Seventeen wounds! Even if you are the God of Swords, I will still return them one by one to you!

… ….

"Little darling, don't keep looking at me. Eat quickly." Feng Xiao smilingly looked at her.

"En!" Shui Ruo made a sound of acknowledgment. She continued to play with the tart on her plate, thinking to herself: "Young master, how can I eat if you look at me like that?"

"Ding!" "Princess Shuiyue has requested to enter. Do you wish to grant her permission?"

"Princess Shuiyue? Don't tell me you haven't given up yet? " Feng Xiao looked at Shui Rou who was also looking at him.

"Permission granted!" Feng Xiao pulled her out.

"This servant, Xiao Yue, pays her respects to the envoys and Princess Shui Rou, and returns the goods left behind by Princess Shui Rou in the princess' residence under the special orders of Princess Shui Yue." The young maid spoke in an unobtrusive tone. The four young eunuchs behind him lifted a large pile of items.

"Princess Shui Rou?" Feng Xiao looked at Shui Ruo strangely. "I'm not talking to you?"

Shui Ruo Rou lowered her head and replied after a while of hesitation, "I'm the little sister that Princess Shuiyue has adopted, and also the foster daughter of my father, the emperor. That's why they call me princess." However, I usually serve Princess Shuiyue, so a maid is more suited to me. "

"Are you really a princess?!" Feng Xiao opened his eyes wide, Oh my god, Sky Dragon Emperor actually gave a princess as my maid, what does he mean? It's not like I need to send my daughter to my door for favors. "" No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no …

No wonder Princess Shuiyue would fight with me over a maid yesterday. I stole her sister.

The four young eunuchs put down their things and bowed together with the young maid as they took their leave.

"Little girl, since you're the emperor's goddaughter, why did he give you to me as a maid?"

"Because... "Because …" Shui Rou twisted the corner of her clothes, looked up and said, "Father said you are very strong, and only I am fit to be your maid. He also said that you will definitely like me, and said that … "He even said that he wanted me to listen to you no matter what."

Am I very powerful? Well, you found out. Alright, in order to repay your kindness, I will unceremoniously accept your daughter.

It seemed like teasing the princess when there was nothing to do was not bad, Feng Xiao suddenly smiled evilly.

Shui Rou subconsciously protected her chest, although she failed every time.

"Young … Young master, where's big sister Xi Ruo? " Shui Ruo Rou tried her best to change the topic.

"That lazy kid hasn't woken up yet, but he'll be with you soon."

"Who are you calling a lazy kid?!" Yang Xiruo, who had just logged on, walked out of the back garden with a smile.

"Xi Ruo, you're up? After breakfast. " Feng Xiao hurriedly grabbed her hand, and his other hand touched her soft butt without leaving a trace.

Yang Xiruo let out a soft "Ah" as her face flushed. She gently got rid of Feng Xiao's hand and ran to Shui Rou's side.

"Sister Rou Rou, let's go grow some flowers and ignore this bad guy." With that, she rolled her eyes at him, and the two girls flew towards the backyard like two butterflies.

"So even Xi Ruo has a naughty side to her!" Feng Xiao chuckled.

"Boss, that Asura is you?" Yang AoTian's voice came out of the communicator.

"Hmm, do you think your boss is invincible in this world?" "Oh yeah, Ao Tian. Why didn't you come online yesterday?"

The person on the other side was silent. After a while, he said, "Boss, Ruo Ruo will depend on you to protect her."

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll definitely make her happy." He understood Yang AoTian's meaning, without worry for his future, he could unhesitatingly carry out his revenge plan.

"Level up!" Even though Feng Xiao was unwilling, he still had to go to the gloomy Death God's Graveyard. Only that place was the most suitable place for him to level.

"Should I release Xiaoxiao?" Feng Xiao thought for a while, and finally gave up on this idea, because even if this thing was released, it wouldn't have any use, and he would still need to split his consciousness to protect it.

On the third floor of the Necropolis of the God of Death, the wild laughter of a man and the sorrowful howls of countless pitiful people once again rang out. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.