Just when Luo Qianqian was about to slash directly with the sword, the sword in her hand was suddenly caught by something.

A man in a green shirt and white hair appeared in front of her, with a temperament like a lotus, like a fairy.

Seeing her, the man didn't speak, but raised his other hand slightly, put it in the air and clenched it into a fist.

The originally transparent barriers around him seemed to suddenly have substance, and Luo Qianqian seemed to be able to see that those barriers were shattering little by little like glass.

The man in front of him...... Very strong.

The man didn't say anything, and after shattering the barrier around him, he reached out a hand and pointed a finger at her brow.

Luo Qianqian was a little irritable, that feeling came again, and the person in front of him was still very familiar.

But she just couldn't remember who it was.

She always felt like she was living like a joke, and there were a lot of things around her that she should be very unfamiliar with, but she seemed to know them all.

But I don't know what those things are.

The feeling of being out of control is really irritating.

A light appeared on the man's fingertips, and the light quickly poured into her brow.

After doing all this, the man quickly took many steps back as if he had seen something terrible.

As if if there wasn't some reason why he had to stay here, he would have run away by now.

The person hiding in the shadows probably sensed that things were out of control, and she was ready to flee.

But as soon as she took a few steps, a sword was placed around her neck.

It was nothing else, it was the bronze ancient sword in her hand before.

Feng Xueling's whole body froze there, so compared to the Horcruxes in the Ziwei Continent, this bronze ancient sword was so rotten that it couldn't be done.

But she wouldn't not know whose sword it was.

Sure enough, there was a joking laugh behind him.

"Isn't this the little bird of the Feng Clan? Why, you don't remember the warnings back then, do you? Since the Feng people can't control you, then the ancestor will teach them a lesson today! ”

Feng Xueling's heart was angry and fearful for a moment, but that quarter ago made this fear disappear.

She turned.

In this situation, he was not afraid of death and wanted to provoke her.

"Huang Qianqian! What's so great about you! You are not worthy of Brother Jun Xie at all! What if you're awesome? It's not in my hands yet......"

Before Feng Xueling finished speaking, Huang Qianqian had already teleported in front of her, and slapped her without hesitation.

"You hit me? Why are you hitting me? Believe it or not, I'll tell Brother Jun Xie! ”

Huang Qianqian sneered and slapped him again.

"I don't know what to say!" She grabbed her neck directly with her hand: "Taking advantage of the fact that the ancestor was temporarily erased from his memory, you should have had a lot of fun during that time, right?" Are you to the point where you really think that your ancestors would not dare to kill you? ”

Although Feng Xueling was choked by the neck, and her breathing was a little unsmooth, she still seemed to have no fear.

"Huang Qianqian...... You...... Don't you dare...... Such as, if...... You dare to kill...... Kill me, you're ...... early Just do it......"

Back then, she was very provocative in front of her, and even angered her to the point of scarlet eyes several times.

No one in the entire continent knows that once her eyes turn red, the piece in her hand will definitely be stained with blood.

But there were several accidents in front of her.

Feng Xueling thought.

(End of chapter)