The Evil Emperor Chasing His Wife: The Heaven-defying Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 640: Bad News Strike 2
Nan Lingge said with a firm expression, so firm that Jing Zhi felt for a moment that he was lying, not that Nan Lingge didn't believe it.

"Nanlingge, I'm almost convinced, but do you think His Royal Highness the Demon King will stay in the demon clan so peacefully, drinking and having fun?" Jing Zhi looked at Nanlingge sarcastically.

"I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die. Do you think I will believe your one-sided words?" Nan Lingge sneered.

"It's a good thing to see people when you are alive, and to see corpses when you are dead. It is a pity that you may not see the living, and the corpse is even less likely, because the abyss of ten thousand feet cannot give you the opportunity to see his corpse, and it is almost the same if there are no bones left." .”

There was a hint of pity in Jingzhi's eyes: "The cousin who should say it has said it. As for whether the cousin believes it or not, and whether he will accept the news from the cousin, the cousin doesn't want to care about it."

After speaking, Jing Zhi wanted to leave the palace, but was stopped by Nan Lingge sharply.

"So? Do you want to leave now?"

Jing Zhi paused and turned around: "At this time, it will not be good for my cousin. I am now the main person sent by the Demon Race to attend the wedding of the Princess of the God Race."

"So what? Do you think I care now?" Maybe she would have scruples before, but now she doesn't want to scruple so much after the blow just now.

Jing Zhi was stunned, he thought she would be hit hard after hearing the bad news, and had no intention of fighting him to the death, but now...

A murderous intent flashed in Nanlingge's eyes, and with a slight movement of his fingers, Feixiyan Snow Fan appeared in his hand: "Today, I will let you taste the power of the number one artifact of the Protoss, Feixiyan Snow Fan."

As he said that, Nan Lingge attacked like a leopard, his figure was as fast as lightning, and he attacked like a thunderbolt.

Jing Zhi's face changed, and he immediately took out the long sword from the space ring to resist, the golden sword flower "chucked" sounded, it wasn't that the weapons collided, but it produced hot sparks.

Nan Lingge waved her hand, Fei Xiyan let go of her fan, and then Nan Lingge turned her hand into a fist, hitting Jingzhi on the shoulder blade.

"Despicable!" Jing Zhi cursed secretly, and dared to play tricks on him.

The corners of Nan Lingge's mouth curled up slightly, she was playing something dirty, it was just a modern martial art skill, Jing Zhi had never learned it, no wonder she.

Nan Lingge flipped over Jing Zhi's head in one space, and when he landed, he flipped his palm, and caught Fei Xiyan's snow fan falling from the sky.

In an instant, Fei Xiyan's snow fan was divided into countless fan leaves, and the fan leaves pressed towards Jingzhi's lifeblood like sharp blades.

Jingzhi's complexion changed, and he shouted badly, so he hurriedly took out his sword to resist, but how could Feixiyan's snow fan be resisted by ordinary swords, and the silver sword was smashed into silver pieces by the leaves of Feixiyan's snow fan, scattered on the ground.

Seeing this, Jing Zhi didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. The sword should be like this. If these fan leaves fell on him, wouldn't he be like these fan leaves, leaving no bones left behind?
With the weapon gone, Jingzhi could only dodge around, and when he dodged, the fan blades shot directly at the wall, and the walls shattered one after another, making Jingzhi tremble with fear.

Nan Lingge was also very surprised. This was the first time she used the body of Fei Xiyan's Snow Fan. Previously, she only used the weapon transformed by Fei Xiyan's Snow Fan.

"This is the true power of Feixiyan's snow fan, which can only be manifested by the body of Feixiyan's snow fan." The voice of God Yaa came.

(End of this chapter)