Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 600 Holding the hand of the son, grow old with the son (6)

Seeing Xuanyuan Yuewu being taken aside by Gui Ming, Xuanyuan Junxi quickly gathered his mind and concentrated on dealing with Gui Ming.Although Fulan and the others were rare masters among the several countries, their sword energy was flying, although they didn't hurt Ye Feng, they forced him out of the blood pool and landed on the open space beside the blood pool.

A few rays of light fell on Ye Feng's body, and everyone saw his figure clearly, and couldn't help but gasped.

On the body that was half taller than an ordinary person, in addition to the two hands on both sides of the body, there were also two hands growing from the chest.On one side of the broad shoulders grew a fleshy snake's head, its eyes hadn't opened yet, but stood quietly on his shoulders.

And on that face, except for a pair of eyes that were as red as blood, there was almost no trace of blood on that face, and the white was almost transparent.

"He actually refined the blood gu..." Gui Ming saw Ye Feng's appearance, his eyes dimmed, and he murmured softly.

Xuanyuan Yuewu at the side had long been immersed in thoughts of hatred, even though she was the closest to Gui Ming at this moment, she didn't hear his murmur.

"Yue'er..." Seeing that Xuanyuan Yuewu was surrounded by hostility, Gui Ming frowned slightly, and whispered while clasping her wrist.

Xuanyuan Yuewu acted as if she hadn't heard Gui Ming's soft call, she just stared at Ye Feng who was opposite, the fingers holding Ting Xuejian had already turned white, if the other hand hadn't been held by Gui Ming, she would have already rushed forward Go and fight Ye Feng desperately.

"Xuanyuan Wentian?" His eyes flicked across the people in the room, and suddenly stopped on the face of Xuanyuan Junxi who was opposite, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold.

The light in the hall was already very dim, and Xuanyuan Junxi's figure and face were somewhat similar to Xuanyuan Wentian's. At this moment, in Ye Feng's eyes, it was as if the real Xuanyuan Wentian was standing in front of him.

"You're not dead yet, haha, that's okay, I will personally send you to hell today." Ye Feng let out a piercing laugh, and before he finished speaking, his figure walked towards Xuanyuan Junxi like a ghost.

A gust of dark wind hit his face. Before Xuanyuan Junxi could see Ye Feng's figure clearly, he saw two hands approaching his shoulders. Xuanyuan Junxi quickly flew back and swung the long sword in his hand, but saw the two hands The hand suddenly disappeared, the sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a strong wind came from behind. Xuanyuan Junxi turned around and swung out a palm, colliding with the oncoming palm force, and immediately flew out, rolling on the ground, Only after he stabilized his figure, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Brother..." Seeing Xuanyuan Junxi being sent flying by Ye Feng's palm, Xuanyuan Yuewu suddenly became sober, and wanted to go over to help him up, but Guiming grabbed his wrist again.

"Uncle, brother is injured, let me go over..." Turning her head to look at Gui Ming, Xuanyuan Yuewu said in a hoarse voice with reddened eyes.

Guiming frowned slightly, and loosened Xuanyuan Yuewu's hand slightly. Xuanyuan Yuewu quickly broke away from Guiming's hand, and flew towards Xuanyuan Junxi's side, but she didn't expect Ye Feng to be faster than her. A few minutes faster, the long sword that appeared in his hand pierced Xuanyuan Junxi's chest fiercely.

"elder brother……"

"Your Majesty..."

Ye Feng's speed was so fast that Fu Lan and Feng Ling had almost no time to react. When everyone reacted, the black long sword had already reached Xuanyuan Junxi's chest, and everyone's faces turned pale.

(End of this chapter)