Strongest Eccentric Consort

"Master!"

"Wushuang!"

"Damn it!" In the iron cage, the members of the Tianshan Sword Sect screamed coldly and angry.

The long swords on their bodies were all out of their sheaths, and they uttered terrible clank and sword sounds, deafening!

For a time, the sword spirit is in the iron cage!

The three Sacred Towers and Lin Qingge who had escaped the catastrophe all face sinking like water, bowing their heads respectfully, but their hearts are very flustered.

The person above asked them to take down four.

But in such a short period of time, the two most valuable people have been having troubles one after another... Now, even if they take the other two people, I am afraid the big figures above the tower will be angry!

He guessed right.

At this moment, above the holy tower, the person who had shot down Jian Wushuang before, looked down stiffly...

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

This is not his intention!

Even if he wanted to kill Jian Wushuang, he wanted to get the holy luck in Jian Wushuang and the pattern on the white jade seat before he could kill him!

Instead of getting nothing from him now, just do it. At this time, his death is still a lot of trouble for the holy tower! Before they were just forced to hand over things, Tianshan Jianzong might be able to bear it, but now people are dead...

How can the group of indomitable sword repairers who would rather die than give up?

"idiot!"

Next to him, another old man with white hair and beard, immortal wind and bones was furious, and slapped the man's face with a slap: "Who asked you to do it?"

boom!

The man was fanned out, his body kept moving back, hit the wall, and made a loud noise!

"There should be no more accidents!" The big figures in the holy tower all have ugly faces, holy luck and the pattern on the white jade seat, the top five are the most helpful to the stars.

Now that the first Lou Qianxue is in the Holy Land, the Holy Land can only be opened once in ten years, I am afraid I can't wait.

The second Jian Wushuang died.

The third Prince Yu is abandoned!

Only the fourth and the fifth are left.

In any case, there can be no more problems-otherwise, their calculations will be completely lost... Or, in this situation, they have already lost!

"Immediately catch that Mu Zhanfeng and Xuehua!"

They gave orders to the guards and the towers below!

at this time.

Mu Zhanfeng stood there blankly, his hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, his face twisted, and the expression on his face made people invisible.

Xuehua calmed down instead. She seemed to forget her environment. On her indifferent and beautiful face, she even raised a shallow smile, gently wiping the blood from Jian Wushuang’s lips, rubbing her fingers with affection Five senses that lose their temperature...

Brush!

The guards of the holy tower and the great power of the holy tower surrounded Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng one after another.

"You have already seen the fate of the two of them. If you don't realize it anymore, then they are your fate--or..."

Another cold and fierce coercion fell on the iron cage: "You want me to kill them one by one, do you only agree?"

At this moment, the holy tower is already losing face, even if it is taken by force, even if it is threatened and intimidated, they will still get what Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng have!

"Heh..." Xuehua slowly raised her head as if awakened, her cold, hateful and ruthless beautiful eyes looked at them, and she didn't want to talk to them.

She half-kneeled on the ground, holding Jian Wushuang's body, holding Jian Wushuang's hands around her body, clasping her fingers with the temperatureless hands, and then slowly closing her eyes...

Seeing that she ignored her, the guard of the tower slowly pushed forward, but saw that Xuehua didn't respond.