Feng Qing's fingers tapped in the air, and Feng Qingqing only felt that the spiritual power in her body began to drain rapidly.......

Feeling Feng Qing's strength, Feng Qingqing was even more frightened.

"You...... No way, how could you ........"

The eight-year-old girl was so strong.

It's only been six years!

It's only been six years, why can she already feel the powerful spiritual power of her master in this girl who doesn't look more than fifteen or sixteen, could it be that the eight-year-old girl was a monster!

"Feng Qing, you can't kill me, you can't, I'm Feng Shan's cousin, you call Uncle Feng Shan, then I'm your elder, you can't kill me. Fengshan is kind to you, this kindness, you can't forget, you can't kill me as your benefactor's sister! ”

Such a shameless argument made Feng Qing's heart instantly swell up with a disgust that she wanted to vent on the spot.

Immediately, Feng Qingxing's eyes froze.

The vine man that was wrapped around Feng Qingqing tightened up hard, and then only Feng Qingqing's desolate and desperate screams could be heard in the room, accompanied by the sound of bones being squeezed and broken, making the entire space extremely low.

Blood, oozing out along the gap between the vines.

"Why didn't you want him to be your cousin back then!"

Feng Qing's eyes were red and he controlled Teng Man.

The tighter it becomes.

She didn't want to be so shameless, after killing Uncle Feng Shan, she still wanted to enjoy the superior Feng Qingqing brought by Feng Shan, and live one more moment in this world!

She wants Feng Qingqing to die in the most tragic way!

"Uncle Fengshan is gone, don't even think about escaping any of you initiators!"

"Ahh

Teng Man contracted again, Feng Qingqing's body bones, skin and flesh were shattered, Feng Qingqing finally couldn't bear it after screaming, and fainted.

Finally, layers of wriggling vines Zheng

Feng Qingqing's entire body, except for the head that was exposed outside the vine man, had been completely crushed.

Feng Qing stood up, put the glow satin on her face again, and turned to leave.

“...... Kill my cousin, the ..... It's you ......."

Before Feng Qingqing took a breath, she tried her best and said the last sentence.

Feng Qing paused.

Then he walked out of the room without looking back.

Feng Qing glanced at Qin Mufeng, who was dressed in white and was very tall and tall in the moonlight, took a deep breath, and walked over.

"Alright, let's go to the next place."

Qin Mufeng didn't have anything, only after Feng Qing took a step first, he glanced back at the door.

Inside the door, Feng Qingqing's corpse suddenly set itself on fire without fire, the fire was black, like the ghost fire of purgatory, with the terrifying power of burning all souls.

In the world, there is no such person as Feng Qingqing, whether it is body or soul.

Qin Mufeng turned his head and disappeared in place.

At this time, Ling Wumei and Shen Mingfeng on the other side were fighting all the way, and they had almost destroyed half of the Broken Heart Valley.

Shen Mingfeng was fed by Feng Qingqing to cause condensation, but he found it in time, and spit out most of the condensation as soon as possible, and although the remaining condensation effect was domineering, it did not make him completely lose the power of Lin Kang.

Shen Mingfeng was a seventh-level spirit immortal, and he actually relied on the strength of only three layers left, and fought with Ling Wumei, a third-level spirit immortal, for a long time.

However, Shen Mingfeng was only struggling to resist, and he couldn't defeat Ling Wumei.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, Ling Wumei finally took the top score and stabbed Shen Mingfeng's Dantian Snow Mountain Zheng with a sword

Shen Mingfeng's henchmen and other disciples who came to hear the sound immediately rushed forward and fought with the disciples on Ling Wumei's side.

"How? Shen Mingfeng, it doesn't taste good to lose to me, right? ”

Ling Wumei enjoyed beating the water dog the most in his life, and he was very proud and complacent when he stood in front of Shen Mingfeng, who had no strength to fight again.

"Let Chi! If it weren't for me Shen Mingfeng back then, you Ling Wumei would be where you are today! You are really as I thought, a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised! Shen Mingfeng fell to the ground covering his wounds, his eyes spitting at the ground with hatred.

"It was true that you helped me break through the spirit immortals back then, but after so many years, I should have paid it off long ago if I made a cow and a horse for you and Broken Heart Valley! In the past few years, you see that I have a broken arm, so you treat me as no one and avoid me in everything, do you think I don't know what you are thinking? You contacted the Dao Immortal behind my back, do you think I don't know that you want to recruit the Dao Immortal to replace me! Shen Mingfeng, if you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust! ”

After listening to Ling Wumei's words, Shen Mingfeng laughed instead of being angry.

He contacted the Dao Immortal because of the matter of Haicheng, he didn't expect Ling Wumei to be heartfelt, and betrayed him because of this, it was really ridiculous!

"Ridiculous, ridiculous. Ling Wumei, you are such a human heart, even if you really get the Valley of Broken Hearts, it will only lead me to a dead end. Aha........ I shouldn't have saved you, I shouldn't have helped you! ....... What a treacherous person who is different from the outside, it's me Shen Mingfeng who is blind, it's me who is blind! ”

Shen Mingfeng was sad and just wanted to get rid of it quickly.

"Kill me! Ling Wumei! Kill me! ”

Seeing this, ruthlessness flashed in Ling Wumei's eyes, and he stretched out his hand and stabbed Shen Mingfeng with a sword.

Who knew that the abnormal change protruded, and with a "clang", a fiery red spiritual power shook Ling Wumei's spirit sword open.

Ling Wumei was defenseless, and was shocked by this fire spiritual power, and took two steps back to stabilize his body.

"Who!"

Ling Wumei turned around and drank coldly.

I saw two figures, one yellow and one white, appearing out of thin air and slowly landing on the ground.

That posture is like a fairy descending, and the temperament is outstanding.

Seeing clearly the yellow figure holding the Fengling Sword, it was a very ordinary appearance and a man in white wearing a dragon-patterned silver mask, Ling Wumei frowned.

"It's you again!"

Unexpectedly, these two people actually chased after the Valley of Broken Hearts, Ling Wumei only secretly screamed in his heart, worried that tonight's events would be unpredictable, so he immediately restrained the expression on his face, withdrew the spirit sword with one hand, and faced the two soils.

"Who are you? Why do you always hold on to me! ”

"I'm the one who wants your life!"

Feng Qing held the Feng Ling Sword in his hand, his spiritual power was great, and the five elements phantom wings appeared behind him, and in an instant, the strength of the first-level spirit immortal was exposed!

This scene fell in the eyes of the onlookers.

"Oh my god! It's a fairy! Mu Yunwen, who was sitting on the wall, exclaimed, and almost didn't fall off the wall!

"Mr. Mu, what's wrong?"

After dealing with his own affairs, Cangzuo, who returned to the wall, saw Mu Yunwen like this, and quickly dragged Mu Yunwen to hold him steady, and then reached out and touched the sweat on his face, looking very difficult.

"Look, look, look at Miss Aqing, she's ..... She's a fairy! "Mobile SM..

Cangzuo turned his head to look at the phantom wings on his back, and fought with Ling Wumei, Feng Qing, who was fierce, also flashed with surprise in his eyes, but it was not as exaggerated as Mu Yunwen's performance, and soon returned to his normal expression.

"It's a fairy, yes."

That kind of spiritual power fluctuation is indeed the realm of spiritual immortals.

"My Cang, how old is this Aqing girl, and she can refine the fourth-grade upper-grade spirit pill, and she is in the realm of a spirit master, is she still a human?"

"It can also cure my master's illness." This is critical.

Cangzuo thinks.

"It's fifteen, I heard it right at noon, Miss Aqing is fifteen years old, right?"

"Yes."

"Cang, I even gave her mediocre before, ordinary, this is mediocre........ So what am I, shit? ”

Cangzuo Wen, looked sideways at Mu Yunwen, who was staring at the yellow figure in the audience, and nodded lightly.

Kindness. Mr. Mu, you are scrap. read3;