Chapter 1988 Idiot!

"Big Brother!"

"Wushuang!"

"Damn it!" In the iron cage, the people of Tianshan Sword Sect all screamed with cold anger.

The long swords on their bodies were unsheathed, making terrible clanging sword sounds, deafening!

For a moment, the iron cage was filled with sword energy!

The three great men of the Holy Tower who escaped the disaster and Lin Qingge all looked gloomy at this time, bowed their heads respectfully, but were very flustered in their hearts.

The people above asked them to capture four people.

But in such a short period of time, the two most valuable people have been in trouble one after another... Now, even if they capture the other two people, I am afraid that the big figures above the Holy Tower will be furious!

He guessed right.

At this time, above the Holy Tower, the people who had suppressed Jian Wushuang before looked down with a stiff face...

He just wanted to stop Jian Wushuang, but he didn't expect that he would... kill Jian Wushuang!

This was not his original intention!

Even if he wanted to kill Jian Wushuang, he wanted to get the holy luck in Jian Wushuang's body and the veins on the white jade chair before killing him!

Instead of taking action now without getting anything from him, his death at this time is still a big trouble for the Holy Tower! Before, they were just forced to hand over things, and the Tianshan Sword Sect might be able to tolerate it, but now someone has died...

How could that group of indomitable sword cultivators who would rather die than surrender give up?

"Idiot!"

Beside him, another old man with white hair and beard and a celestial appearance was furious and slapped the man in the face: "Who told you to take action?"

Bang!

The man was blown away, his body kept retreating, and hit the wall with a loud noise!

"No more accidents!" The big figures of the Holy Tower all looked very ugly. The patterns on the holy luck and the white jade chair, the top five are the most helpful to Xingchen.

Now the first Lou Qianxue is in the holy land, and the holy land can only be opened once every ten years. I'm afraid she can't wait.

The second Jian Wushuang is dead.

The third Prince Yu is useless!

Only the fourth and fifth are left.

No matter what, there can be no more problems - otherwise, their plan will be completely in vain... or in other words, in this situation, they have already lost!

"Immediately capture Mu Zhanfeng and Xuehua!"

They ordered the Holy Tower guards and Holy Tower masters below!

At this time.

Mu Zhanfeng stood there blankly, his hand holding the long sword trembling slightly, his face twisted, and his expression on his face was hard to tell.

Xuehua calmed down instead. She seemed to have forgotten the environment she was in. On her cold and beautiful face, she even raised a faint smile. She gently wiped the blood from Jian Wushuang's lips, and her fingers caressed his cold facial features with affection...

Swish!

The Holy Tower guards and Holy Tower masters surrounded Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng.

"You have seen the fate of the two of them. If you are still stubborn, then they will be your fate - or..."

Another cold and sharp pressure fell on the iron cage: "Do you want me to kill them one by one before you agree?"

At this moment, the Holy Tower has no face left. Even if it is by force, even if it is threatened, they must get what Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng have!

"Heh..." Xuehua seemed to be awakened. She slowly raised her head and looked at them with cold, hateful and ruthless beautiful eyes. She didn't want to talk to them.

She half-knelt on the ground, hugged Jian Wushuang's body, held Jian Wushuang's hand to hug her body, interlocked her fingers with those cold hands, and then slowly closed her eyes...

Seeing that she ignored him, the Holy Tower guards slowly approached, but saw that Xuehua had no reaction.