Chapter 1721 Chapter 1721 Killing with a Sword

Looking at the concubine below her eyes wide open, she died motionless. ?August 1?Chinese w?w1w. 81zw. Lord Chishui was terrified: "Who are you, who are you?" He turned his head to Yi, and when the sword-wielding man jumped into his eyes, the first thing that crossed his eyes was a look of surprise.

I saw that man dressed in dazzling red clothes, with an ethereal fairy air all over his body, his indistinguishable face with a sinister charm, faintly, he seemed to see the man in red lightly raising his brows and the corners of his lips slightly. Hook, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Do you recognize who I am?" Feng Jiu asked, pressing down on the long sword to increase his strength, making a cut on his neck, and a trace of blood seeping out.

The stinging pain made the Lord of Chishui suddenly come back to his senses. Looking at the person in front of him, a flash of light flashed in his mind: "You, you are Feng Jiu!" Sword, and the person in front of him was dressed in red and had a beautiful face, and the sword of Qingfeng was pressing on his neck. Who else would it be if it wasn't Feng Jiu?

"Yes, since you recognized it, then you can die." Feng Jiu smiled, a cold light flashed across her eyes, and the sword edge turned, instantly piercing into his dantian.

"hiss!"

At that last moment, the Lord Chishui wanted to have a shot, but who knew that the spiritual energy of his body could not be mobilized, and the move he originally wanted to avoid could not be avoided, and he was born with that sword.

He only felt that the Qingfeng sword pierced his inner alchemy, and the sword destroyed his vitality, making it impossible for him to escape from Nascent Soul. He stared at her stiffly, resentful in his heart and unwilling to die, but after swallowing it in one breath, the whole person still fell straight down.

Feng Jiu withdrew the long sword and sneered at the unrepentant Chishui King, "Don't worry, your son and daughter will be with you soon."

She turned around and walked out, commanding: "Take his body and hang it to the gate of the palace!"

"Yes." Two Fengwei dodged in from the shadows and dragged the corpse out.

Guan Xilin, who was guarding outside, saw her coming out and said, "The two Feixian cultivators in the dark have also solved it, and you can go to the Chishui Prince."

"Well, let's go!" She responded, leading them to the next goal.

Prince Chishui is practicing martial arts in the martial arts field. Since he was humiliated by the Xuanyuan Empire that year, he returned to practice hard, and is about to improve his strength.

Seeing that the Xuanyuan Empire was about to be destroyed, he was very excited. To destroy the Xuanyuan Empire, he will trample that Xuanyuan Moze under his feet! As for Feng Jiu, who is said to be Xuanyuan Moze's woman, he will also find her! Imprison her as his slave!

"Bang bang bang!"

With a series of kicks, the eight sparring guards fell one by one, groaning, but could not stand up for a while.

"Trash! Eight people are useless at all!" Prince Chishui flicked his sleeves and swept his sharp eyes to the eight people on the ground: "Stand up and continue!"

The eight dark guards stood up from the ground with support, feeling the loss of spiritual energy in their bodies, and they were a little terrified: "His Royal Highness, your subordinates seem to have a strange body."

"Yes, me too, it seems that the spiritual power is a little bit unavailable." Another person also said.

"Yes, mine is the same." The other person nodded.

"laugh!"

Prince Chishui sneered: "Why doesn't my Highness feel it?"