Cangaoyue's red-clothed golden armor came in a tornado, and a golden spear stabbed the throat of the painting heart unstoppably.

The spear sliced through the air, piercing in front of his eyes in an instant, so close that he could hear the sharp sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air, and it was swishing and cold.

The painting surface does not change color, and retreats on its back.

The red sleeves are flying, like a frightening dragon.

Retreating to three feet away, a long whip suddenly flew out from the sleeve of the painting heart, quickly whipping the wind, slamming the snow-white palm, and the whip tail hooked lightly, entangled Cang Aoyue's spear to death.

Although he restrained Cang Aoyue, there was a sudden breath of death behind him that pierced through his heart, which made the painting heart frightened.

She glanced back, only to find that there was only Fei Yu behind her, who wanted to eat her alive.

With one enemy and two enemies, the painting heart was forced to be a little embarrassed, she didn't have to show mercy to Fei Ci's subordinates, but thinking that Fei Zhiyan, who died because of her poor protection, begged her to let Fei Ci go before she died, so she couldn't kill him, so that she was caught by Cang Aoyue and pierced the abdomen with a shot.

The tip of the spear was also quenched with poison, and it was not the poison of the mortal world, but it seemed to be specially prepared for her.

She bumped into Fei Ci's body and flew out, Fei Ci held the intention of dying with her, entangled with her, and went straight to the highly poisonous sword mountain sword forest behind him.

At the last moment, Huaxin dragged Fei Ci for a sharp turn, and pushed Fei Ci out with a backhand with the force of the sword breaking the body, which saved his life.

Reversed force, the blade behind her slammed into her body, and the pain of the bruising of the bones forced blood to gush out of her mouth, spraying on the spear that came from the sky.

The spear stopped three inches in front of her throat, and she held it with her bare hands, and she couldn't go any further.

Not just Cang Aoyue, everyone was shocked.

If it weren't for the painting of the heart, he finally reflexively pushed away Fei Ci, and it should have been Fei Ci who was pierced into a hedgehog by Lin Li's sword at this time.

They are all people who practice martial arts, and everyone can see that at the last moment of painting, it is clear that she can easily get out, but when she chooses one of the two, she leaves her life to the enemy who wants to kill her.

Will such a person who repays his grievances with virtue be a man-eating monster?

The unwavering conviction in the hearts of many people is suddenly shaken.

Fei Ci, who was splashed with blood, was also surprised and inexplicable, he looked at it, the sword did not cut on him, and the hot blood was not his.

A person he hated so much that he didn't hesitate to hug her and die with him turned into a shield to protect him!

Why is that?!?

Huaxin struggled to hold Cang Aoyue's spear and slowly stood up, and the entire hall was silent, and the sound of the blade cutting through her flesh could be heard quietly.

Suddenly, the heart of the painting was folded hard, and a red gold spear as thick as a baby's arm was broken into two pieces by her, she staggered a step with half a spear, half kneeling on the ground, dozens of wounds on her back, the skin was open, and the blood was gushing out.

The body is lowered, the eyes are raised, and the light in the eyes is suddenly bright, similar to the demon fire that suddenly lights up in the dark night, blazing, bewitching, making people feel weird and dare not approach.

After a round of gaze, Huaxin smiled, spit out a mouthful of blood, threw half of the spear in front of Fei Ci's eyes, and scolded, "Your life was begged by Fei Zhiyan before she died, only this once, you are so self-conscious!"

The golden spear pierced into the floor paved with white jade, and the jade was divided into three points, and it sounded loudly.

Hearing the painting heart mention Fei Zhiyan, the half of the emotion in Fei Ci's heart because of her life-saving grace dissipated in an instant.

He decided that it was the heart that killed the person he loved the most!

With a sneer, he pulled out the half-spear in front of him and plunged it into his chest with lightning speed. Until death, his eyes were still staring at the heart of the painting, and his eyes were full of hideous hatred, "Fei would rather die than be favored by the enemy, and he will be a powerful ghost to take his life!"