Feng Buti was not willing to give up like this, the prey that had already been in his hands was hiding, he couldn't tolerate such a mistake.

The staircase is not big, but the crowd is very crowded, and for a while, you push me, and no one wants to go down.

The sun had set, the corridor was darkened, and the sunset outside the door was magnificent, like a huge furnace, refining the emptiness before the night came.

The crowd was relatively safe, Jiang Fei hid inside, comforting Murong Feiqing, who was still palpitating, and Feng Bu's vicious eyes shot back and forth, and he never stopped searching.

His dagger, facing the staircase, no one wanted to try the taste of going down, and the steps of the staircase were already dripping with blood.

The people in front began to retreat, and the people in the back didn't know what was going on, so they squeezed forward desperately, and the crowd became more and more chaotic, out of control.

Feng Buti really wanted to slaughter the people in front of him, and the chaos would naturally calm down.

These people are all members of the Wild Waves.

No matter how vicious he is, he will not kill all his own people.

However, if some of the short-sighted ones dared to go down and disrupt their attention, he wouldn't mind sending them back to the West.

A gray light flashed through the doorway, and the crowd behind them, like mad beasts, was wild and furious.

The fifth prince smiled casually, he saw that the man's sleeve robe in the cloak moved, and at the back of the crowd, several people fell, and the scene was even more chaotic.

Feng Buti turned around, he wanted to see who made the move, but before he could see it clearly, the staircase began to riot, he turned around again, the dagger flashed, and it was a lot quieter.

Blood spurted into the air, terrified faces writhed inside, like the scythe of death drawing on their souls.

Jiang Fei held Murong Feiqing's cool hand, feeling her delicate body trembling slightly, no matter how noisy the surroundings were, only her moist eyelashes could be seen.

Murong Feiqing's green hair was scattered like a cloud, hanging on her clear face, and the blood spurting out of it withered at the corners of her beautiful eyes.

She suddenly stopped panicking, and in her timid eyes, there was spring water rippling, like colorful butterflies flying among the flowers, favoring the serenity of the sunny day after the rain.

When she looked into Jiang Fei's eyes, she suddenly found that she could be so calm as never before in order to survive in heaven and earth, and all the troubles and sorrows were inconsequential floating clouds.

The smell of blood was close and she couldn't smell it.

The screams were deafening, and she couldn't hear them first.

The panicked faces were so intertwined that she couldn't see them.

All she could feel was Jiang Fei's affectionate gaze, as well as the stability and relief brought by her eyes.

At this moment, she could be so satisfied and happy.

It's not about Fengyue, it's not about others, it's not about the scene.

In the eyes, you can only see him.

In my heart, my eyes are full of him,

Is this love?

Murong Feiqing thought stupidly, holding Jiang Fei's hand, she couldn't help but get tighter and tighter, and her affectionate eyes sank uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Jiang Fei's eyes approached, Murong Feiqing didn't think about it, and her eyes were half closed with shame, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her pink red lips gently opened, and her jade face was moist and crimson, like a blooming hibiscus, looking forward to the calmness of a sunny day.

Jiang Fei pulled Murong Feiqing in his arms, and the vicious black aura passed by, he hugged the intoxicated beauty tightly, and with one hand he lit up the Yuan Sword, looking at Feng Buti behind the crowd.

He had already found Jiang Fei, his vicious eyes, staring fiercely, the dagger in his hand flickering, condensing the resentment that had not been seen for a long time.

Murong Feiqing fell softly in Jiang Fei's arms, unable to raise her head in shame, she still thought, still thought...... Jiang Fei will do something to her.

I didn't expect it, but I encountered danger.

Jiang Fei raised his gaze, the sword in his hand rang out, after being hit by Feng Buti's yin move, the sea of qi in his body couldn't lift his spiritual power at all, there was no way, at this time, he had no way out.

The crowd in front didn't dare to go down, the crowd behind was desperately crowding, he was caught in the middle, if he moved, it was very likely that he would be separated from Murong Feiqing.

Jiang Fei and Murong Feiqing finally came together.

It is absolutely not permissible to separate again.

Although he couldn't use his spiritual power, Jiang Fei felt that his body was full of strength, he hugged the soft and delicate body in his arms, and Murong Feiqing's eyes were his inexhaustible source.

Feng Buti swiped the dagger in his hand, and two vicious rays of light lit up, shooting quickly towards Jiang Fei.

The crowd was still chaotic, Jiang Fei couldn't use his spiritual power, and in the face of Feng Bu's tricky attack, it was really difficult to resist.

The jet-black light swept across the bodies of several people, approaching Jiang Fei at great speed, he wanted to hide, but he couldn't move his feet, surrounded by people running back and forth, pushing and shoving, crowded.

Jiang Fei swung his sword and took Murong Feiqing behind him, he was not sure to take it, but he didn't want to escape, let alone give up, as long as he could protect Murong Feiqing, he would not hesitate to do so.

Feng Buti showed an evil grin, the edge of the night, bent at the corners of his vicious mouth.

He knew that as long as Jiang Fei couldn't dodge, he would definitely fall, and he would soon succeed in his face mask.

The jet-black light slashed at Jiang Fei's sword, and sparks burst out, splashing with painful torment.

Jiang Fei's brows were tightly locked, his body was already overturned, the meridians in his body seemed to be about to burst, they swelled wildly, and a wisp of blood overflowed from his mouth.

The black light on the sword was about to burst into rage, but it suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Fei's hand was light, and he regained his composure, he could feel that if he took two more breaths, the black light would definitely crush him.

Seeing that Jiang Fei had blocked the attack, Feng Bu's cruel smile suddenly froze.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a person who couldn't use his spiritual power could actually take over the attack launched by his "Mingqi" late-stage cultivation.

Someone must be secretly helping him.

Who is this person?

The sleeve of the cloaked man was still moving, and two gray and white rays of light slashed out, heading straight for Feng Buti.

The chill came quickly, and if you didn't react sharply enough, you thought it was a gust of wind.

Feng is not tired of plotting against others, of course he knows that the wind will not be so sharp.

He turned around and waved the dagger in his hand, and the black light burst out, splashing like a wild dog, roaring wildly in the night.

Feng Buti was a little negligent, the medicinal effect of "Separation of Spirits" was limited, and the man in the cloak had recovered a lot, and he could use some of his spiritual power.

Speaking of which, thanks to these chaotic crowds, there were only a few of them at the staircase at that time, and the medicinal effect of "dispersion" was sufficient, and it could be easily suppressed.

Now, so many people have broken in, and if they don't enter or leave, they have already absorbed the medicinal effect of "dispersion".

The medicinal effect of "Separation of Spirits" was emanated in the air, and it only acted on this piece of staircase, and now, it was very thin.

The man's attack in the cloak was relatively strong, and although Feng Buti could block it, he also spent a lot of spiritual power.

He regretted that he didn't do it in advance and get rid of these people first.

I also hated that these people should not have appeared, and they absorbed the medicinal power of "Separation from the Gods" for Jiang Fei.

An idea popped up in his head.

Flee!

Feng Buti is experienced in combat, and once he fights, he can conclude that the man in the cloak is not an ordinary person, and he is definitely no match.

The man in the cloak stared at Feng Buti, sensing his motive for escaping, his sleeves were raised, and several gray and white rays of light quickly slashed out.

Feng Buyi's vicious eyes tightened, his figure flickered to the side, and the crowd behind him suffered in vain, falling one after another.

"Count you lucky, today, Uncle Ben will let you go first. ”

The grim voice sounded in the night, ethereal, and Feng Buti had already walked away when he spoke.

The fifth prince smiled casually and said, "Why do you want to let him go?"

The cloaked man stared at the chaotic crowd desolately, and said, "He didn't go, if I chase after him, you will be in danger." ”

The masked man said, "It doesn't matter if he leaves or not, it's time for us to go." ”

The fifth prince said: "Don't worry, there is still something to do." ”

"Non-Brother ......"

Murong Feiqing raised her hand and gently wiped the blood on Jiang Fei's mouth, and a moist mist floated in her concerned eyes.

"I'm fine, don't worry. ”

Jiang Fei clenched the Ren Yuan Sword in his hand, and felt that the spiritual power in his body had gradually recovered, and he could already use it.

The injuries he received just now were also healing rapidly, and he was patrolling the crowd, and if Feng Buti hadn't left, he would definitely be hiding inside.

He didn't dare to take it lightly, hugged Murong Feiqing in his arms tightly, and took precautions.

At the door, without Feng Buti's resistance, the crowd jumped quickly and ran downstairs frantically.

Jiang Fei didn't move, he could feel that there was a person in the crowd who had been staring at him.

The surging crowd was so chaotic that it was impossible to tell who it was for a while.

The man in the cloak lifted his robe, the gray and white light lit up, and Du Yan's figure broke away from the crowd, spun in the air a few times, and absorbed into his hand.

Although Du Yan's person was grabbed by the man in the cloak, his eyes kept looking at Jiang Fei, and his face twitched uncontrollably, and fear was shaking.

The golden figure of the fishing village near the sea reappeared in his eyes, and he would never forget until he died, a person can be so powerful.

The divine majesty alone could overwhelm him.

The current Jiang Fei has no coercion, but Du gradually can't let go of the shock in his heart, and he still doesn't dare to face it.

Jiang Fei recognized Du Yan, but he didn't expect that the person who had been watching him was actually him, and he was like a stupid jackal, shaking badly.

The wind blew, Jiang Fei was about to relax his vigilance, and a black light suddenly lit up in the crowd, stabbing at him.

He raised his sword horizontally, quickly blocked it, and slashed out a Ling Feng sword qi with his backhand, and the blue light sliced through the night, accurately hitting the source of the jet-black light.

There was a scream from the running crowd, and an emaciated figure staggered and fell to the ground like a withered leaf.

The man in the cloak grabbed Du Yanhou, his sleeve robe was lifted, and the gray and white light slashed towards the crowd behind him, quickly dispersing them.

There was no obstacle ahead, the crowd ran fast, the chaos was calmed down in a blink of an eye, and the corridor was quiet.

On the side of the stairs, a withered body was lying on the ground, and it could be seen that it was Feng Butiao's appearance.

He, sure enough, hasn't left yet.

However, compared to other people's corpses, Feng Buti was not a person at all.

His corpse, as if it had been drained of flesh, had no weight.

When night fell, the cold wind blew, the light and shadow by the door shattered, and Feng Buti's body actually rolled on the ground a few times.

Jiang Fei used his spiritual power to see that Feng Buti was not a human at all, and on the ground, there was only a human mask.

Moreover, it is also a complete full-body mask.

In the dark corner at the top of the staircase, a shriveled figure crawled, its vicious gaze flickering like a bloodthirsty pit viper.

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