The first wild phoenix master beast: lazy concubine Zhu Tian

Yi Birou looked at the black figure and slowly moved out of her sight. The soft water in her black eyes gradually blurred her vision. Her heart beat fiercely a few times, and it hurt little by little.

spread out.

"Don't look, everyone is gone." Sha Qianchen's voice passed by her ears like the wind.

Yi Birou turned around, glared at Sha Qianchen, and then drew out her sword. When she was about to teach Feng Yunmo a lesson, Sha Qianchen stretched out her hand to stop him: "I'm afraid your strength is no match for Xiao Mo'er."

"Do you want to take care of it?" Ibirou shouted angrily coldly.

Sha Qianchen pursed his lips and said, "I don't care about you, I'm just afraid that you will die too miserably. You can go to Jiangcheng and ask about the seventh lady of the Feng family. There is a big news recently that you may be very interested in."

Feng Yunmo's killing of his sister's war beast caused uproar in the city. As long as you step into Jiangcheng, you can hear about Feng Yunmo's "slaughter of the beast" in the General's Mansion that day.

Yibirou's heart trembled, her curved eyebrows were furrowed, and she said in disbelief: "Can she still kill me?"

"Hehehe." Sha Qianchen's mouth opened into a gorgeous smile, and his red and full lips came closer to her: "She even dares to kill her sister. You, to her, are nothing."

Yi Birou took a breath of cold air, her beautiful eyes widened, looking at the thin figure in the distance, and the sword in her hand shook unconsciously.

What kind of person is Feng Yunmo?

The twelve-year-old little girl made Beiming Yexuan so obsessed with her.

The sword in his hand was taken away by Sha Qianchen at some point. Sha Qianchen sat on the row of short lacquered red railings in front of the house, his snow-white clothes fluttering in the wind, and his silver-white hair hanging freely.

Scattered on his shoulders, his stunningly beautiful face has a lazy expression.

Green eyes looked into the distance: "Just wait and see the good show."

The woman in red glanced at her master Yi Birou, and then said to Feng Yunmo: "Let's begin."

The cold wind "whistled" from behind Feng Yunmo, and her black hair suddenly flew up.

Feng Yunmo's bloodthirsty black eyes narrowed. When the woman in red rushed towards her, she quickly leaned to the left and avoided the sword thrust by the woman in red.

The woman in red struck her several times without moving a hair on her head.

The little white tiger in his arms roared "woo woo" when he saw this scene.

The hand holding the little white tiger gently stroked its little head. After a sinister smile spread out from the corner of his mouth, his black eyes widened and he said to the little white tiger: "You want to end it, don't you?"

"Wang, prosper..."

Feng Yunmo stared at the legs of the woman in red. The sword stabbed straight into the thigh of the woman in red. The red skirt was split open by the sharp sword, and the snow-white thighs were exposed.

Feng Yunmo smiled evilly and moved his sharp sword horizontally, centering on the thigh of the woman in red, and making a complete circle around her left leg.

Suddenly, the South Pavilion was filled with deathly silence again.

There were about a dozen people watching, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes, with the same expression - dumbfounded.

Blood stained the silver sword red, and a large amount of blood overflowed from a thin seam on the thigh of the woman in red.

No one dared to exclaim loudly, and everyone took a breath of cold air at that moment.

She originally thought that the battle would end there, but Feng Yunmo quickly pulled out the sword and stabbed it into her thigh. The sword peeled downwards and the hamstrings were lifted up.

A shrill scream suddenly came from the peaceful South Pavilion: "Ah..."