Feng Chen didn't have time to react, the brooch on his chest was already shining with dazzling light - Mrs. Mirror's eyes were successful, her hands were knotted, and the infinite light wave took Mrs. Mirror as the center of the circle, the more outward it became, the smaller it became, and finally turned into an illusion of a long sword and stabbed at the brooch!

I really want to swear this time!

Someone else's brooch didn't mess with you, did they? It was the problematic soul stone that just numbed you, okay? Looking at Long Mu's expression of eating, this is definitely not people's intention, right?

In vain, Long Mu carried a black pot, and it was a small amount of interest. Feng Chen couldn't help but bend his eyebrows again—his muscles hadn't started to move yet, and he suddenly remembered how dangerous the situation he was in now, and he couldn't help but bend his face again......

This is not a problem that can be solved with a straight face! It's not a solution that can be solved by finding a way!

This is even more unlikely to be a problem that Long Mu can solve!

Who is the Holy Hand of the Healer? Who is she Fengchen? Long Mu was suffering from cold poison and could only rely on the pills of the Holy Hand of the Divine Doctor to continue his life.

And she...... I'm afraid it's just Yunxiao.

The memories of the past flooded into her heart in humiliation, Feng Chen sighed faintly, her eyelashes flashed slightly, her exquisite clairvoyance could accurately see the weakness of Madame Jing's attack, but Madame Jing had already used strong coercion to control her coldly inside.

Can't move.

I can only watch her come.

To be honest, Feng Chen hated this feeling of being forced to die.

Despair.

Unwilling.

Feng Chen subconsciously clenched the soul stone, but the stone that had just saved her life had no intention of helping her at all, it was just cold, infiltrating cold.

The sword pierced through the chest through the brooch.

The blood flowed like an infusion.

At that moment, Feng Chen subconsciously turned his head to look at Long Mu, he didn't look at her, he just touched the silver nugget on the table, and his expression was indistinctly gloomy.

She understood in an instant.

From head to toe, they were relieved, and everything was gentle.

When he protects you, you are the king of this world;

When he doesn't protect you, you're a piece of meat on the chopping board.

Well, it finally made her let go of her heart.

If he stood up to protect her at this moment, she might really have to marry him in this life.

Scold.

Lady Jing's green sleeves swung back, the long sword was drawn from her chest, and Feng Chen's body no longer had the strength to support, and began to sway.

Well, this woman also made her put her heart down.

The sword was poisonous, as she expected.

Fabulous.

Then she has the determination to burn all the jade.

Once again, the left hand was dish, and a slight air flow began to linger between the hands.

The brooch's rupture was not over yet, in fact, the hidden soul power had not completely dissipated, Feng Chen took advantage of the momentum, and the air flow began to rotate violently!

Mrs. Jing was withdrawing her hand, and when she looked up and saw this situation, her brows furrowed, and then she was horrified, her steps were a little, and she was just about to be in a hurry, where did Feng Chen give her this opportunity, took a deep breath, and rushed straight to Mrs. Jing when Huaguang was at its peak!

The light is gone, and the wind and sand stop.

"What...... Situation ......" Yang Yimo's fingers loosened, and the fan "snapped" to the ground, which was particularly harsh in this huge roaring underground martial arts arena.

......The first thing that appeared in the field was a snake, which shook twice, and with the blood slowly flowing from under it, it didn't move.

"Such a beautiful woman has rough skin and thick flesh." Feng Chen covered the monstrous cold light in his eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, stood up with his elbows propped up, and threw down a handful of brooch fragments with a flick of his hand, "You have a little conscience, silver!" "I don't look at the mirror, Mrs.