The slender fingers grabbed the young man's throat, and with a little force, he lifted the person directly.

The throat was choked, the young man grabbed Fu Ling's hand with both hands, and the ice edge formed, all of which pierced into Fu Ling's arm, and suddenly, several holes appeared in Fu Ling's arm, and bright red blood slowly flowed out.

Tick......

Blood dripped to the ground.

"Hmm......"

The boy's attack didn't make Fu Ling let go, and not only that, but it also made Fu Ling increase his strength.

"The sound of twisting your neck must sound more emotional than the sound of twisting your arm." Fu Ling looked at the young man, and the corners of his lips slowly raised.

"You ......" The young man grabbed Fu Ling's hand, trying to break free, but he couldn't.

Fu Ling looked at the young man, and his five fingers slowly closed.

The young man looked at Fu Ling in pain, and at this time, the young man even stopped struggling, and looked at Fu Ling with a frightened expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

Eye......

Her eyes, without the whites of the eyes, were all black......

"Whisk the spirit, don't kill!" In the stands, the dean got up and shouted.

No matter how good the game is, serious injuries are fine, but it's best not to cause deaths.

What's more, that person is still from the northern empire.

What's going on?

The players and teachers of the Northern Empire all stood up, looking anxiously at the Spirits and their teammates in the ring.

The sudden change from the upper hand to the lower wind had shocked them, but what was going on now?

Did Whirling really intend to kill?

"Throw in the towel!" Beizhan shouted at the people in the ring: "Admit defeat immediately." ”

When the man heard the voice of the Northern War, he looked at them in pain, and opened his mouth to speak, but he could not make a sound.

Whirling wasn't going to give him a chance to throw in the towel......

Beizhan also saw it, and said to Fu Ling: "Fu Ling, this is just a game, you let him go, I promise you, he will admit defeat after you release him, you won this game!" ”

No response.

As if he couldn't hear what they were saying, Fu Ling increased his strength little by little, watching the young man struggle in pain.

"Uncle!" Beizhan was helpless, looked at Ye Mu, and said, "You stop her." ”

There is no need to say Beizhan, Ye Mu also intends to stop: "Ah Ling, let him go!" ”

"Ah Ling!"

Ye Mu and Ye Mingyuan all shouted.

It's useless.

It's as if the whisk can't hear it.

In the stands, Feng Zhuo got up and flew directly into the ring.

When he arrived in the ring, Feng Zhuo went directly towards Fu Ling.

When he arrived in front of Fu Ling, Feng Zhuo saw Fu Ling's all-black eyes at a glance.

The darkness of the polar night.

Feng Zhuo was shocked.

But it was just for a moment, and the next moment, Feng Zhuo directly hugged Fu Ling into his arms, and whispered over and over again: "Ah Ling, it's okay, let him go." ”

Fu Ling didn't react, her dark eyes were like a lightless abyss, and no one knew if she could see or not see it at this time.

"Ah Ling......" Feng Zhuo hugged Fu Ling and said gently: "It's okay, let him go, big brother, they don't want you to kill, I don't want to, whoever you want to kill, you can let me kill, don't come yourself." ”

"It's okay, I'm there for you."

"Feng ...... Burning ......" Fu Ling pronounced the name with difficulty, the darkness in his eyes dispersed a little, and after seeing the person who was pinched, he suddenly let go of his hand and shouted: "Go!" ”

"Ahem, ahem......" The boy fell to the ground and coughed in pain.

When the dean saw this, he ordered the teacher to bring the person down.

"Feng Zhuo ......" Fu Ling grabbed Feng Zhuo's clothes and said bitterly: "Take it, take me home." ”