Strongest Eccentric Consort

Figured out the key, Ye Chaixun gritted his teeth, no longer avoiding the dagger. Instead, while suffering the pain of the dagger cutting the skin, Ye Chaixun used the three moods of earth, wind and water at the same time——

"The wild lion roars!"

This punch, with the intention of closing the ground, trapped the short sword...

"The wild lion roars!"

This punch, with the meaning of cutting by the wind, shatters the short sword...

"The wild lion roars!"

This punch has the meaning of dripping water through the stone, corroding the short sword...

呲呲呲——

The harsh rubbing sound makes people sore, and the sound is endless, which makes people feel a little frightened...

"No! No!"

The complexion of Fang Wenyang's companion suddenly changed: "Wenyang! Quick, take back the sword in your sleeve!"

It's too late!

"Puff--"

Fang Wenyang opened his mouth slightly, blood spurted wildly, and when he turned his eyes, his face paled, he lost consciousness and fell down——

Simultaneously.

The only remaining seven swords in the sleeve fell to the ground, losing their cold and sharp luster...

"God!" A gasp sounded from the crowd, everyone opened their eyes in disbelief, watching the scene in front of them...

"Wen Yang!!!" Fang Wenyang's companion yelled and quickly helped him.

"Damn! Damn ants, how dare to hurt Wenyang so badly!"

"Dead! I want all of them to die! Apologize for Wen Yang!"

Cold, violent, and murderous words made the scene quiet for a moment, and then, more desperate fear and anxiety...

"How could this be?"

"Could it be that today, can we really not leave alive?"

Even winning cannot change the outcome of death, how can they change their destiny?

Even Mu Wuxin couldn't help being frustrated: "Brother Hong, Shao Feng, do you think they will really kill all of us? But many of us here are decent people, even Hong Brother, your Hong family is still a branch of Huangcheng Hong family...Do they really dare to kill us?"

Hong Qinghe closed his eyes and said, "If it's someone else, they might not dare to kill, but they... you didn't see the golden dragon token on the waist of the man in the middle, that is... the token only owned by the prince..."

When Mu Wuxin and Yang Feng heard this, their bodies were shocked, and their faces were pale...

"Cough cough cough..."

The robe on his body was torn by a dagger, his body was stained with blood, and the ragged leaf pursued it, his legs softened and he almost fell to his knees...

Down the stage, Lou Qianxue frowned, her figure flashed, and she disappeared...

Lou Xiaoxiao, who clenched his fists, breathed a sigh of relief: "Qianxue... is it finally going to make a move?"

Lou Qianxue reappeared on the martial arts stage. She handed Ye Chau a blood ginseng that can be eaten directly: "Eat."

This is one of the elixir given to her by Master Huo.

But when Master Huo gave it to her, it was only a hundred years old, and now, after being nourished by the sacred tree of the sky, in a few days, it has the effect of a thousand years of blood ginseng...

Ye Chaixun looked at Lou Qianxue gratefully: "Thank you, Master."

Lou Qianxue shook his head: "I want you to know that the reason why I didn't save you is because I won't stop you from fighting any battle without hurting your life."

"Master, thank you for letting me fight to the end. I have proved myself-after all, it is not enough to defeat the third son. Hong Qinghe is a head higher than me after all, but defeating Fang Wenyang is different! I believe it, watching. My person, he will be very happy to see me like this."

Lou Qianxue was silent: "That's good, you go to rest, and leave the rest to me."