Chapter 1989 I Agree!

Tick!

Tick!

Something fell on the stone slab, making a clear sound...

A faint smell of blood floated in the air...

"This..."

The faces of the guards of the Holy Pagoda who were close to Xuehua suddenly changed. They rushed forward and lifted Xuehua's face with their weapons...

That beautiful and indifferent face was peaceful, with eyes slightly closed, as if she was asleep, and there was bright red snow dripping from the corners of her lips...

The faces of the guards of the Holy Pagoda changed drastically. One of them stepped forward and held her wrist. Her pulse was almost non-existent...

She actually, she actually broke her heart without telling anyone!

She...

committed suicide?

Unlike Jian Wushuang who was accidentally killed by the Holy Pagoda, she was seeking death herself!

She used death to resist the Holy Pagoda!

She left quietly, without a trace of resentment or regret on her face, but she had not let go of her deep hatred for the Holy Pagoda.

They didn't even have the chance to be an ordinary couple...

"..." Unlike when Jian Wushuang died, the people of Tianshan Sword Sect in the iron cage were very silent this time, and a sense of silent sadness and grief permeated the iron cage.

Xia Suyi and others also clenched their fists and kept silent.

The leader of Tianshan Sword Sect seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and his body was hunched.

In fact, he and the other people in Tianshan Sword Sect knew it.

Jian Wushuang was dead, and Xuehua could not survive.

"Waste!" The bigwigs above the Holy Tower were also burning with anger in their hearts.

This group of ants who don't know what's good for them, they can contribute to Xingchen's becoming a martial ancestor, which is their blessing, but they don't know what's good for them...

Now only Mu Zhanfeng is left. Even if they get Mu Zhanfeng's holy luck and the inscription on the white jade chair, it will be a big defeat for the Holy Tower!

If they had known it would be like this, the Holy Tower should have taken a tough attitude this time and prevented everyone from entering the Holy Tower, and only their disciples of the Holy Tower could enter!!!

However...if that were the case, the inscriptions on the Holy Luck and the white jade chair might have fallen into the hands of the Holy Xuan Continent!

The anger of the Holy Tower was more directed at the Tianshan Sword Sect and the Xuanji Mansion.

Their resistance was a naked challenge to the Holy Tower. Now Jian Wushuang and Xuehua were dead, and Prince Yu was crippled, but the Holy Tower did not win.

A complete defeat!

Their resistance could even be said to be successful!

"What a bunch of trash!" The old man with a celestial bearing and a Taoist bone in the lead also lost his former demeanor at this time, and cursed angrily.

The Holy Tower fell into a deathly silence again.

The top five in the battle of the Holy Sons.

Except for Lou Qianxue who had not yet come out, the second Jian Wushuang fell, the third Prince Yu became a cripple, and the fifth Xuehua also fell...

Only the fourth Mu Zhanfeng was left.

Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

Will he die?

Will he choose to rebel against the Holy Tower like Prince Yu, Xuehua and Jian Wushuang?

The Holy Tower guards and the four great men were also terrified at this time. The death and disability of these people proved nothing but their incompetence!

They did such a bad job, and those people in the Holy Tower would never let them go.

However...

"I agree! - I agree to hand over the inscriptions of the Holy Luck and the white jade chair to you!"

Mu Zhanfeng lowered his head, and two strands of long hair hung down on his temples, blocking his expression.

His voice was cold and without any emotion.

He...

After the battle and the price of blood...

He agreed!

He was the only one who was intact, and he agreed to the Holy Tower!

He didn't expect that he would choose this way. Everyone in the field was stunned and didn't know how to react for a while...