And the petals of the lotus bit towards Feng Qiqi, without the flower god, it is bound to leave Feng Qiqi in the heart of the flower

Feng Qiqi bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out of his mouth, falling on top of the fairy sword, making a sound of "zilazila", which gave the fairy sword a destructive temperature.

Feng Qiqi took himself as the axis and showed it vigorously to both sides, and the powerful immortal aura was permeated.

And Dilian's petals were cut seventy-seven eighty-eight, one did not do two endlessly, Feng Qiqi used the fairy sword to face the bloody flower heart, and came with a sword.

A strange fragrance came from the heart of the flower.

The closed flower heart cracked because of Feng Qiqi's power, and there was a person under the flower heart who stared at Feng Qiqi with a pale face, staring at the fairy sword that penetrated through his chest in disbelief.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, staining the placket between her chest, and looked at Feng Qiqi: "You...... You ......"

Her aura was too weak, but the moment she spoke, Feng Qiqi knew that something big was not good.

"Giggles-" A delicate laugh came from behind Feng Qiqi, and the person who had just been thrown out by her was standing behind her with a smile on his face.

Seeing Feng Qiqi turn her head, she stretched out her finger and gently touched her cheek: "My dear Qiqi girl, why is it that after so long, you are still so stupid?"

Just two sentences that miss a miserable image can deceive you all over the place? How could my dear Venerable Majesty like you be so stupid, bastard?! ”

"Ahem...... "The person under Feng Qiqi's sword is the real god of flowers, and the one trapped in the blood pool is Zi Yanran who deceived her!"

"Damn it!" Feng Qiqi didn't dare to pull out the fairy sword, and used his backhand to hold the flower god in his arms

With a light tap on her toes, the long whip in her hand flung hard at Zi Yanran's face, she was really angry when she was so calculated.

Zi Yanran didn't dodge, the long whip hit her face, and her figure exploded like this, transforming into countless petals scattered.

Not long after, he regrouped in another place and looked at Feng Qiqi: "Don't struggle, you can't kill me."

The only fairy sword that can kill me is being stuck in the chest of the god of Liliuxiang. ”

Feng Qiqi only had this immortal sword in his hand, and the rest of the spirit treasures did not have much lethality.

The real god of flowers gasped desperately, and his eyes glared at Zi Yanran viciously: "Yanran, you are calculating me again!" Ahem......"

Feng Qiqi tapped his toes lightly, and took the flower god to open the distance, and he didn't dare to rashly pull out the fairy sword on the flower god's heart.

Otherwise, the breath of the fairy sword surged, which would cause the wound to tear twice, and the flower god would really be hopeless.

"I count you? Dear Liuxiang, I don't know which of these things between me and Feng Qiqi is not true?

Ah, except for the identity of the two of us, if it wasn't for you trying to devour the taproot, how could I rebel against you for self-preservation, we are both branches.

The only difference is that you succeeded, I didn't, and others are so sanctimonious! ”

Zi Yanran's voice was sharp, glaring at the flower god viciously, their grievances have been tens of thousands of years, and they can't be resolved except for the death of one of them!

"So you tricked Feng Qiqi into killing me, killing two birds with one stone to get rid of me, and then let Feng Qiqi take the blame, when did Anwar take refuge in you?"