"Presumptuous." The breeze screamed. Hand up. A fierce palm wind with ten percent internal force slapped the Sacred Heart Hall Master who spoke wildly in the air." What a status the palace master. Jin Zun Yugui. You're something. How dare you speak of arrogance? It's up to you. It is also worthy of letting the palace take the initiative." Qingfeng sneered on his lips. It's ridiculous."

"You.."

The Sacred Heart Hall Master's eyes widened in disbelief. looked at the one who dared to be under the nose of the palace master. A woman in a dark dress who did it in front of the palace master. One of the four messengers of the breeze. Amazed. She felt nothing but rage. Want to fight back. But I felt that the blood in my chest was surging. I can't breathe. A sweet throat." Poof.." A mouthful of blood spat out of her mouth.

Man kneeling in front of the Lord of the Sacred Heart. The hall master suddenly felt a heat in his back. It's like being burned by fire. And then. A cold back. The blood-soaked clothes stuck tightly to her back. A thick smell of blood wrapped around her nose. Her face changed slightly. But he still knelt straight. Motionless.

Qingfeng turned a deaf ear to her anger. And the wrath of the owner of the Sacred Heart is not willing to judge the two. A sneering sneer curled up in the corners of her lips. No hurry, no hurry. Said slowly." Those who are disrespectful to the palace master. Die." Her voice was cold. Said ruthlessly. The expression on his face is like that of Hell Shura. As soon as her voice fell. Her figure flashed. Fast as a ghost. Icy sword. It had been silently thrust into the chest of the Sacred Heart Master. The tip of the sword. From the front to the back.

"Tick. Tick.." Crimson blood. Slowly dripping from the tip of the sword. Dripping into the ground of white marble. Bloom one gorgeous blood lotus after another.

"You.." The Sacred Heart Church Master's eyes widened in shock. The eyes are full of unwillingness. She couldn't believe it until she died. The breeze makes it so bold. I really dared to do it in front of the palace master. Kill with your hands. Meantime. She couldn't figure it out until she died. The breeze makes exactly how to move the hand. She hadn't even reacted. The sword had silently plunged into her body.

All of them. I was shocked by this scene. The owner of the Sacred Heart Church who was alive a moment ago. At this moment, it has become a revenant under the sword of the breeze. This moment. All the people changed their faces. Reactionaries. It also includes the faction that loyally supports Liu Fengxi.

The supporters' faces changed because they were glad in their hearts that they had not betrayed the palace master. Fortunately, they have never wavered in their loyalty to the palace master from the moment they heard the bad news of the palace master.

The palace master is afraid that he is really angry this time. If it were without her acquiescence. How dare the breeze envoy kill the master of the Sacred Heart Hall in public. After all. Even if the heads of the halls really make mistakes. Violated the rules of the palace. It is also composed of the four elders. Dispose of it according to the palace rules. Though. The result is also death.

But. That's the palace rule after all.

Whereas. Just now. The breeze makes him angry. It's all out of personal emotion. Loyalty to the palace master. And he drew his sword and killed the master of the Sacred Heart Hall. This. It's shocking. Can't believe it.

The reactionary faction changed its face in shock. It's because I'm worried that they will be the next ones to become the souls of the breezy sword. Time. On the Hall of Evergreen. Panic.

Qingfeng sneered. A cold and indifferent voice sounded: "This is the end of betraying the palace master. Anything disrespectful to the palace master. Someone who has had a wavering heart. Uniformly.. There is no forgiveness for killing." The sound of the breeze. It's like ice and snow on a cold day. There is not a trace of temperature. It falls from the placket into the neck of a person. Freezing makes human muscles and bones tingle. It's like a cold ice blade. Blowing on the face. It hurts to cut people's skin.

Qingfeng's voice fell. The sound of gasping cold air suddenly sounded in the Evergreen Palace. Especially the female disciples under the main seat of the Sacred Heart Church. All of them changed their faces. His face was pale. The body trembles like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

At the same time. The breeze draws his sword." Bang. The corpse of the Sacred Heart Church Master loses the strength to support it. Fall straight to the side. In this lonely evergreen hall. Makes a heart-rending sound. The creepy sound startled people's scalps. Nervous tension. The atmosphere does not dare to come out.

Woman in white on the throne. A shallow elegant smile on her lips. The white butterfly mask obscured her peerless beauty. But she can't hide her gorgeous and peerless temperament. Innate. The noble and elegant kingly atmosphere that comes out of the bones.

She sits high on the throne. Lips with a light smile. Interesting to watch this scene below. i.e. silently blocked. Nor rebuke out loud.

That feeling. It's as if she thinks the breeze is doing something. is a matter of course. Heaven and earth are righteous.

"Ah...... The master ...... "In the silence of the hall. I don't know which disciple of the Sacred Heart Church screamed. Crying out in pain. Get up and pounce on the body of the Master of the Sacred Heart. Hold in your arms the body of the Sacred Heart Master, who has gradually become cold. Mourning and weeping. Tears like beads of broken threads kept sliding down the corners of her eyes. I can't stop it.

Tears in the haze. She looked up. Tears in his eyes. Angrily staring at the sword in his hand. The woman in the dark clothes standing coldly in the center of the hall... Breeze makes.

"Ah...... I'll fight with you." She abruptly let go of the corpse of the Sacred Heart Church Master in her arms. Rush towards the breeze.

"Poof.." Sharp objects cut through the skin. The sound of inserting into the body and then pulling it out. It's very light and subtle. But it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder. The Sacred Heart disciple didn't even let out a groan of pain. At the moment when the sword of the breeze is drawn. Fell softly.

She also opened her eyes wide until she died. There is a bone-eating hatred in his eyes. Staring at the breeze. Die with a grievance or everlasting regret. That's what it looks like. It looks extremely scary. Others are unwilling. A disciple of the Sacred Heart Church who also wants to avenge their master. Seeing this, he silently retreated. Kneel there. Don't dare to move anymore. Everyone kept their heads down. Don't dare to speak out.

Silence in the temple. Before those who also questioned loudly questioned the breeze messenger. Eager to make. Those who want to take the throne of the palace lord and sit. All keep their heads down. Pursed her lips. Don't dare to regenerate evil thoughts.

That everybody wants to climb up. Everyone wants to go up and sit on the throne of the phoenix. Not everyone can sit. I don't have that ability. Just don't go delusional.

"Who else wants to come up and try it." The breeze has a cold gaze. Swept over their heads. Sneered.

No one spoke. A hall is silent. It smells of blood. hovering in the temple. Depressed people are out of breath.

Liu Fengxi seemed to stay out of the matter. Lowered his eyes and looked at his slender and white jade fingers. It's as if suddenly I'm interested in my fingers. Raise your hands in front of you. I watched it over and over again. and trim it neatly. Polished beautiful fingernails. Not at all affected by the strange atmosphere in the temple.

"Since no one has come up......," Qingfeng's icy gaze swept through the crowd. Finally, it fell on the woman in blue who was holding her left arm with her right hand. A sneering sneer flashed in his eyes. Said: "Leave the hall master. You still have something to say."

Qingfeng's voice fell. All eyes were on the woman in blue... Away from the hall master.