The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Feng Xiaoxun smiled coldly, his body flickered slightly, and Gu Ximo's sword was gone.

After all, Fang Xiyan stayed with Feng Xiaoxun for three days. She saw him fighting with that turtle. She knew his abilities well. She knew that once he got out of trouble, Gu Ximo and the others would not be his opponents at all. : "Leave me alone, go!"

Now it is one who can escape.

They couldn't save her at all, and it took a few more lives for nothing...

Just as she cried out, her arms tightened, as if an iron hoop had been put on her wrists, the pain was terribly painful, cold sweat flowed down instantly, and Feng Xiaoxun's voice rang coldly beside her ears: "Very good, you still care about it at this time." Can you get him?! Don’t worry, none of them will leave today!” [

His left arm was still tightly controlling Fang Xiyan, and when he stretched out his right arm, a crimson long sword appeared in his hand out of thin air: "If you dare to plot against me, you will have to pay the price of plotting against me!"

The long sword turned around and around, and the eight red lights were as dazzling as the sun, shooting towards the eight disciples!

As soon as Gu Ximo saw Feng Xiaoxun's attack, he knew it was not good, and the only way to do it now is to die.

He threw himself forward, desperately knocking the red light that was aimed at the injured junior brother into the air, and pulled that junior brother behind him, but he couldn't avoid the one that was aimed at himself, so he groaned. He passed straight through his shoulder, bringing up a cloud of blood...

He staggered a bit, but stood firm with his stake: "Seven Star Formation!"

His face was frighteningly pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was obvious that Feng Xiaoxun's blow had seriously injured him, but he was still able to grit his teeth and support him.

The brothers flashed several figures, and sure enough, they each stood in a good position. This formation is easy to defend and not easy to attack, and it happened to protect the injured Zilian sect disciple in the middle.

"Senior brother Gu, you are also injured, is it okay?" The thick-browed and big-eyed disciple who liked to talk a lot had a good relationship with Gu Ximo, and his concern was palpable.

"It doesn't matter to me." Gu Ximo's shoulders were bleeding, but he was standing in the front position, protecting all the juniors behind him: "Feng Xiaoxun, you want to take revenge on me and let my junior brother and Miss Fang go!"

Feng Xiaoxun was still hanging in mid-air, his left arm was still half-embracing and half-threatening Fang Xiyan, his red robe was fluttering in the wind, he smiled enchantingly: "Well, you also have a deep brotherly love, then this seat is Save your life first, let you watch your brothers being mutilated one by one with your own eyes!"

The crimson sword in his hand trembled, and with a buzzing sound, a circle of red light exploded. The red light rapidly enlarged and spread from his body to the surroundings like waves. The speed was so fast that everything he passed was like being splashed with sulfuric acid, and it quickly rotted. into ashes...

The red light seemed to have a spirituality, it actually bypassed Gu Ximo, and flew towards a junior brother behind him, the speed was as fast as the tide of the sea