Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 722
His pupils widened slightly, and before the green-robed man could be surprised, he suddenly felt pain in his limbs, and then the whole body of the green-robed man was directly torn apart by the force of the cloaked man.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the entire body of the green-robed man was mercilessly smashed to the ground by the cloaked man, dying a horrible death.

The cloaked man attacked and killed the blue-robed man, and the balance between the blue-robed and purple-robed man, the ghost priest, and the orcs was broken, and the blue-robed and purple-robed men were at a disadvantage.

"Accept the god's funeral, burn the wind and sacrifice the flames." The ghost priest spread out an ancient book in his hand, and read it word by word in ancient characters.

The lines on the book turned into an invisible wind blowing towards the man in the blue robe.

The blue-robed man who was stopped by the man in the cloak suddenly felt his body burn, and immediately set himself on fire.

In the blink of an eye, the man in the blue robe turned into a black bone.

Following the defeat of the blue-robed man, the purple-robed man who fought alone died tragically among the orcs.

After killing these three people, the three cloaked men did not go to help the three ghost boys and girls, but rushed directly to the bottom, heading towards the direction where Fan Qingtian and Ying Chenxi were.

The flames of war below are also brutal and frightening.

Hundreds of people with one sword, Fan Qingtian kept slashing and killing the soldiers who were coming towards her, with strands of shocking dark red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Opening his eyes, Fan Qingtian's pupils lost focus, and he could only see patches of hazy red and blurred figures.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Watching a man in black rush towards Fan Qingtian, and Fan Qingtian faced the soldiers and the man in black in front of him, his eyes were invisible, and his body was poisoned again. Naturally, it was much slower.

But at the moment Ying Chenxi's vigilant voice sounded, the sword in Fan Qingtian's hand turned back, and the cold front splashed in all directions, killing the man in black by surprise and unable to resist.

The man in black who was attacking Fan Qingtian was killed by the sword energy.

And at this time, the sound of a hidden weapon flying towards Ying Chenxi's direction reached Fan Qingtian's ears.

The entire ghost-like face was unbelievably calm, suddenly, Fan Qingtian's figure disappeared in place, and when Fan Qingtian's figure reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Ying Chenxi.

Pulling Ying Chenxi's body towards her arms, Ying Chenxi was slightly startled before she had time to respond to what Fan Qingtian wanted to do.

An iron lock accompanied by a mechanism weapon that looked like a rosebud that had not yet opened penetrated Fan Qingtian's lute bone.

With a muffled snort, dark red blood overflowed desperately from the corner of Fan Qingtian's mouth.

With startled eyes, Ying Chenxi finally understood why Fan Qingtian suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Complicated thoughts surged in her heart, Fan Qingtian, she actually saved her regardless of her own life.

If it weren't for Fan Qingtian, she wouldn't have been able to detect the sudden hidden weapon attack just now, and she would definitely die.

Now Fan Qingtian has been poisoned, and the injuries on his body are so unimaginable, who would stand up for an irrelevant person or his own subordinates.

And it was Fan Qingtian who blocked the attack for her when she was so seriously injured.

Suddenly, Ying Chenxi found that she stayed by Fan Qingtian's side. Fan Qingtian had always been very kind to her, but she was loyal to others, which made Ying Chenxi feel guilty.

A tinge of redness could not help but appear in the eyes, and Ying Chenxi worriedly said to Fan Qingtian nervously, "Your Majesty, how are you doing, Your Majesty?"

Hearing Ying Chenxi's flustered voice, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, swiped his sword and cut off the chain pierced into the lute bone, and pulled out the iron chain left in his body forcefully.

The sound of the iron chain rubbing against the bones was unusually penetrating. Fan Qingtian replied in a deep and calm voice, "It's just a little painful, it's not fatal."

Just now I could clearly hear that the hidden weapon was aimed at Ying Chenxi's vitals. If Fan Qingtian hadn't lost his eyesight, Fan Qingtian wouldn't have been attacked by the hidden weapon when he rescued Ying Chenxi.

Before Ying Chenxi could speak again, Fan Qingtian frowned, and said coldly, "Come on, be careful yourself!"

Fan Qingtian swung his sword, and the sword energy beheaded and killed the soldiers who rushed up.

Biting his lips tightly, the pain stimulated him even more, so that he could continue to support himself, but Fan Qingtian's face did not show the slightest sign of weakness and pain, which made it hard to doubt, now Fan Qingtian In fact, already physically exhausted.

And as Fan Qingtian's words fell, the cloaked man and the other three had already forced them to kill.

It was the organ orc who attacked Ying Chenxi just now.

Raising the sword to the sky, the sword flowed into the sleeve, and the powerful sword energy formed countless sword glows in midair. Fan Qingtian swept his sword, and thousands of sword lights plundered and killed the three cloaked men.

"Hmph, your life is about to end!" Seeing Fan Qingtian's attack coming, the ghost priest said in a cold voice, raised his palm, and a more vast and infinite force swept towards Fan Qingtian's sword energy.

Du Xiangxiu, who was fighting the ghost-faced man, used the magic sound to attack from a long distance, and only then was he able to compete with the ghost-faced man a little bit.

The sound of the piano lingered, and it rushed towards the ghost-faced man like a urging soul knife.

Spreading out, the ears of the soldiers who heard the sound of the piano were all bloodshot, lying on the ground in unbearable pain, twisting and rolling.

"Hmph, do you think I can't do anything about you?" Standing opposite Duxiangxiu, the ghost-masked man with one hand behind his back, wrapped in a protective barrier formed by internal force to resist Duxiangxiu's magic voice, looked He said coldly as Du Xiangxiu looted over.

Although Du Xiangxiu is only at the middle level of the soul vein, and his strength is not as good as him, but the attack power of this set of piano music martial arts dare not let the ghost-masked man underestimate it.

"Hmph, this kid's talent is not bad, he was able to learn all of He Fengying's Fumoqin." The ghost-masked man said coldly in his heart.

But so what if he has learned He Fengying's Fu Moqin, if he wants Du Xiangxiu to die, Du Xiangxiu will still have to die.

The raging internal force is lingering in the palm, which is as frightening as a flame. With a wave of the palm, the attacks of the ghost-masked man and Du Xiangxiu will collide like a storm.

Gunpowder smoke rose everywhere, and the whole ground trembled.

Wherever the aftermath of the spread passed, no living things survived.

Condensation froze on the handsome and gentle face, and Du Xiangxiu's eyes flickered fiercely, knowing that he couldn't procrastinate like this to test the strength of the ghost-masked man.

Fan Qingtian will definitely be more dangerous if this goes on, no matter whether he can inflict heavy damage on the ghost-masked man, he must try his best and use his ultimate move.

And when Du Xiangxiu was about to launch an extreme attack on the ghost-masked man, he looked worriedly in the direction of Fan Qingtian.

Pupils shrank suddenly, Du Xiangxiu shouted in shock, "Your Majesty..."

(End of this chapter)