On the stage, Han Lingfei's voice was weird.

His voice was half human, half like a demon.

He was standing in front of Xie An, smiling and raising his demon claws.

This was the first time he had trampled Xie An under his feet.

"Jiji, Xie An, tell me quickly, you are very happy!"

Xie An's brows furrowed, he forcibly endured the blood that was about to spurt out of his chest, and tried his best to adjust his posture.

Han Lingfei smiled when he saw Xie An struggling and still had the intention of resisting.

He laughed recklessly, and his smile became more and more weird.

"It's late, it's late!"

Han Lingfei's demon claw slapped down, and Xie An's immortal sword stirred forward, trying to screw the demon claw.

Rumble!

Loud reverberations.

Mr. Meng frowned, his eyes anxious.

If there is no progress in the air, he is ready to strike.

Mo Qingyu was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

Xie An's figure was lonely, fighting to wield that sword, full of despair.

The place where the two met shone brightly, and the next moment, Xie An flew out upside down.

His body was covered with traces of bloody claws.

Han Lingfei's figure also appeared quickly, but Han Lingfei was catching up with Xie An quickly.

Behind him, every vibration of the blood wings produced a buzzing sound.

The voice pierced Xie An's ears, making him unstable.

"Father, senior brother, Xie An seems to be about to embarrass you!"

With that sword just now, Xie An exhausted all his spiritual energy.

His body was in the air, and he was completely unable to adjust his optimal attacking stance.

Han Lingfei blocked with blood wings and barely received any damage.

Xie An's sword scabbard smashed on his wings, like a sword striking a towering mountain.

The mountain was not harmed, but Xie An's hands were numb from the shock, and the Absolute Immortal Sword almost came out of his hand.

"You can't even hold a sword steadily, how can you practice a sword?"

The cheap master's voice sounded in his ears, and Xie An slowly closed his eyes.

The Immortal Sword can't be unsheathed!

How can you kill without a sword with a blade?

How can a sword that can't be unsheathed break through Han Lingfei's blood wings?

Xie An's mind was very confused, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through him, but there was no effective method.

It's like there are so many people in this world, but Xie An is still living alone.

Rumble!

Xie An's chest was sweet and flew out again.

In his body, the surging Spirit River was rapidly drying up, and it was almost bottoming out.

Han Lingfei had a lot of sex, and he suddenly found that playing with Xie An could produce a great sense of satisfaction.

"Xie An may not be able to hold on."

Mr. Meng said in a deep voice.

Qing Xuzi's face was iron-blue, and he still did not move.

No one knew what Qing Xuzi was thinking, let alone why he watched Xie An being tortured and killed.

Mo Qingyu was dragged by the senior sisters, she wanted to break into the formation with her body, but she was trapped in the phantom array by Senior Brother Bao.

"Senior Sister Mo, even if you go over now, it won't bring any help to Xie An."

"Then Han Lingfei has been thinking for a long time, waiting for a gap in the big array."

"At that time, Elder Han will cover with his body, and if he wants to catch Han Lingfei again, it will be impossible!"

Senior Brother Bao and the other senior sisters were dissuading on the side, but Mo Qingyu couldn't listen to a word.

"No, I must not watch Xie An be killed! He's bitter enough......"

After saying that, Mo Qingyu suddenly shouted: "Break the formation!" ”

Everyone was stunned, and Senior Brother Bao looked at Mo Qingyu in disbelief.

It was an intermediate-level compound magic circle, and ordinary disciples were trapped in it, and they couldn't see the operation at all, let alone break the formation.

From Mo Qingyu being trapped to finding a way to break the formation, it only took half a day.

The three princes were still sitting in the shade of the trees, swinging their folding fans leisurely.

"It's really a disappointment, and I actually exposed my hole cards."

"Little Xie An, you can force Han Lingfei to show a demon cultivation state, this son, you can't stay!"

As he spoke, a figure appeared out of thin air.

Gonggong Liu bowed down and stood in front of the third prince, he bent down respectfully, and called in a soft voice: "Third Highness." ”

The third prince was slightly stunned, and when he turned around and saw the figure of Gonggong Liu, he opened his mouth and asked, "How are things going?" ”

"Thank Your Highness Hongfu for the third highness, you can do it well."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at the martial arts platform.

Han Lingfei is playing Xie An's "comedy" on stage.

"Third Highness, the sword on this martial arts stage has no eyes, and now it has added a little variable. His Royal Highness is the prince of the Xiaoyao Dynasty, and his body is expensive, so why don't we go back? ”

Gonggong Liu's face was worried, and his demeanor was really real.

If he hadn't known that Gonggong Liu was a cultivator, he would have really been frightened by his timid and fearful look.

Gonggong Liu looked into the air, his eyes showing panic.

There was a lot of fighting, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Gonggong Liu sighed, he shook his head helplessly: "Oh, if it is a small sect, this little thing will disturb my Third Highness of the Easy Dynasty, it is simply insulting to Long Wei......"

"If it happens in the Xiaoyao Dynasty, according to the old slave's opinion, don't open this sect!"

"Your Highness, shall we avoid it first?"

After that, Gonggong Liu squinted his eyes at the three princes, waiting for His Royal Highness's message.

"Well, after all, it's a family matter of the Liuyun Sect, and it's inconvenient for me and others who are not from the sect to participate here."

The third prince got up, he bowed to Mr. Meng, and then flew off the martial arts stage with Gonggong Liu.

Mr. Meng felt the change in his breath, and he looked in the direction of the Third Prince, and found that the figures of the Third Prince and Gonggong Liu had disappeared.

His expression was indifferent, and he turned his head to look at the martial arts platform.

The departure of the third prince and Gonggong Liu is normal.

The third prince climbed to the mountain gate, originally coming for Mr. Meng, and there was no reason to risk himself.

If he still stays on the stage, then Mr. Meng will really have some doubts and doubt his purpose.

Boom Boom!

Violent sounds came from the martial arts stage one after another, and all the disciples were terrified when they heard it.

Xie An and Han Lingfei flew out upside down at the same time.

Xie An spurted out a mouthful of blood, and rolled on the ground dozens of times before slowly stopping.

He reached out for the wine bottle, but in despair he found that the wine bottle was empty.

At this time, the Spirit River in Xie An's body was completely depleted.

Even though he cultivated the "Xuanwu Essentials" and was physically strong, he still couldn't resist Han Lingfei's demon claws.

What's more, Han Lingfei's attacks are varied, he holds a sword in one hand and claws in the other.

Xie An was in the air, and it was difficult to parry.

Han Lingfei's flesh wings vibrated in the air, they were meat wings, and they were a pair of scarlet shields.

Xie An'an was desperate, he knew that the scabbard alone could not break through the defenses.

At this point, the tide is turning.

has not yet taken revenge, but died under Han Lingfei's claws, he is unwilling.

has not yet taken revenge, but died in the hands of demon cultivators, he despises it.

has not yet taken revenge, but died in the sect, he is not filial.

Xie An'an was in a state of confusion, and all kinds of emotions were held in his chest, turning into an unyielding anger.

The anger made his eyes bloodshot, causing him to breathe quickly and his body tremble.

Anger, monstrous!

Hatred, boundless!

Han Lingfei stood still, and he tucked his wings behind him.

He smirked as his wings fended off most of the damage.

And Xie An was panting for breath until the general trend was gone.

Han Lingfei smiled, he suddenly felt tired!

"Xie An, my son is tired of it."

Han Lingfei held a sword in one hand and hid behind him with one claw.

"I'll send you down now, see you traitor!"