The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 140 Calm down, sit and watch the mythological drama
"Feng Qianya, have you forgotten what I said that you are not allowed to have contact with other men?" The silver masked man's purple-stained eyes stared at Feng Qianya extremely angrily, his sharp eyes wished to shoot her die.

After saying that, he stretched out his long arms, and was about to pull Feng Qianya, but suddenly a golden light struck him.

Seeing this, he waved his robe sleeve, and a burst of purple air shot at the golden light, knocking the golden light back.

Immediately, he glanced at Si Yunyi with a piercing gaze, and saw that he was holding a golden sword in his hand, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes smudged by purple air, "Dragon Soul Sword, why do you have it in your hand?" Dragon Soul Sword?"

Si Yunyi stared at the man in the silver mask coldly and fiercely, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, "You know Yin Yang Xuan Tian Jue? Who are you?"

Feng Qianya, who was sitting watching the play, narrowed her almond eyes slightly, what exactly is Yin Yang Xuan Tian Jue?It seems that everyone who sees the man in the silver mask will ask him this sentence?
And what is the Phoenix Ring?Now that there are more dragon soul swords, it seems that these few things should be magical things.

"I said, you don't need to know who I am." The silver-masked man stared at Si Yunyi with a piercing gaze, and then jumped towards Feng Qianya again.

Seeing this, Si Yunyi jumped in front of Feng Qianya first, with a cold smile on his lips, "Since you don't tell who you are, don't even try to take her away, she's here today!" Stay with me tonight."

"Do you dare to accompany him?" Hearing Si Yunyi's words, the man in the silver mask glared at Feng Qianya angrily, wanting to strangle her to death.

Ignoring the cold and angry eyes of the man in the silver mask, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows lightly, pursed her lips lightly and said, "It's not me accompanying him, it's him accompanying me."

"You..." The silver masked man's gaze froze, his big white hands were tightly clenched, and he said through gritted teeth, "I'll settle the score with you later."

As the words fell, the corners of his lips curled into a sinister arc, and his figure was faintly visible in the purple air.

On the ground, his figure disappeared, merged with Ziqi, and attacked Si Yunyi.

When Si Yunyi saw this, a sharp and cold light flashed in his black eyes, and with a twist of his wrist, the Dragon Soul Sword in his hand stood in front of him, shooting out a dazzling golden light.

The purple gas turned into purple light, which collided with the golden light.

The two rays of light seemed to be fighting each other, neither would give in to the other, every point the purple light pushed forward, the golden light blocked back by a point.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya, who was sitting on the mahogany chair, narrowed her eyes. It seemed that she had another mythical play to watch.

Gradually, the purple light seemed to be better than the golden light, and the golden light emitted by the dragon soul sword gradually weakened, and Si Yunyi was forced to take two steps back.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the woman in red who had just left flew in again, and she shouted: "Third Brother, I'll help you."

After saying those words, her eyes turned cold, and the Hongluan sword in her hand emitted crimson light, which shot towards the purple light, and the golden light emitted by the Dragon Soul sword struck back and forth, entangled with each other.

Ziguang gradually weakened because of the simultaneous pincer attack of the Red Luan Sword and the Dragon Soul Sword, and the man in the silver mask who merged with Ziguang also appeared.

"Pfft..." Suddenly, the man in the silver mask spat out a big mouthful of blood, his body was a little wobbly, as if he had been seriously injured.

Seeing him vomit blood, Feng Qianya, who was sitting on the mahogany chair, narrowed her almond eyes, gave him a deep look, and stood up like a lazy jaguar.

Her crescent eyebrows were raised slightly, her sharp eyes fell on the teacup in the room, she stepped forward with graceful steps, picked up the broken pieces, and the whole movement was done in one go.

Glancing at the broken porcelain in her hand, a coquettish smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and with a twist of her wrist, the broken porcelain in her hand flew out with a "swoosh".

(End of this chapter)