Finally, both of them stopped moving!

I saw that the tip of Xuan Tianye's sword had reached Feng Yuheng's throat, almost reaching her throat, but it was a little bit short, but it stopped a little bit.

He couldn't stop it because Feng Yuheng's soft whip had already been closed to its limit at this time. Xuan Tianye was wrapped up like a silkworm pupa, unable to move from head to toe.

Feng Yuheng still had a silly smile on his face. He reached out and gently pushed the sword away. Then, without looking at him, he started studying the sword.

She looked left and right, puzzled, "Didn't the third brother say that he wants to compete with me with a long sword? He said that you hold the long sword. Although it is sharp, my whip is longer, so no one suffers. So what's going on now?"

As she spoke, the whip twisted in her hand again. Xuan Tianye was almost cut off by her. He used his internal strength to try to tighten the whip, but found that it was futile.

Feng Yuheng reminded him: "Stern brother, please be a little more at ease. Not to mention whether you can get it away. Even if you break it, Xuan Tianming's whip will be broken, but he will have to pay you a compensation."

Xuan Tianye's heart trembled. Xuan Tianming's whip? Look again, isn't it? His hand inlaid with gold, with a cold light and a secret barb. His flexibility is so good that he can't cut even with a knife. He whipped the body with a bloody smell all the time... He had long felt familiar, but he was so angry that he had no time to think about it. Now it seems that Lao Jiu gave his favorite and best whip to his wife.

"The prince of a country, the dignified King Xiang, fights a little girl who has not even passed her thirteenth birthday and uses hidden weapons. It's so shameless." Feng Yuheng scolded him without any concern. Although the blood in his eyes had faded, it was covered with a layer of contempt.

The whip in his hand was pulled again, tighter, and the blood marks on Xuan Tianye's body were deeper, one by one, and they were about to form a river.

Feng Yuheng looked at him like this, no longer spoke, his eyes changed from contempt to silence, and then from silence to indifference, then vicious and cruel, and finally, he showed a strong murderous intent.

Xuan Tianye received the message in her eyes, and two big words immediately flashed in her mind - it's over!

Sure enough, Feng Yuheng's whip was twisting in circles, quickly getting faster and faster. The whip was strangled on him, from skin to flesh, from flesh to bone, and the flesh was rotten and bloody. Finally, he heard the sound of bone breaking.

Xuan Tianye was so painful that he even bit a few of his teeth, but he still couldn't stop the pain from invading.

The large amount of blood loss made his dizzy feeling stronger and stronger. He almost fainted several times, but whenever he was about to die of death, Feng Yuheng's whip would tighten it, which made him feel excited and then he was energetic.

This was simply inhuman abuse. Xuan Tianye was both ashamed and angry, and the blue veins burst out, and finally couldn't help but torture him, and said, "Kill me! You kill me!"

Feng Yuheng pointed to his whip: "Isn't you killing me? It's just that Ah Heng has never killed anyone, and he is not as skilled as the third brother, so he kills it slowly. If the third brother endures it, he will die."

She said it as if she was killing a pig, and she was about to die. Xuan Tianye knew that she was about to die. The bones on her body were broken so that there were not many pieces of good ones left, especially her knees. He could feel that they were almost broken. If it weren't for the whip, he wouldn't be able to stand at all.

He was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to die like this. He had been planning for many years, and there were still a large number of soldiers and horses in Ganzhou waiting for him to call. What was it that he died at the hands of a little girl at this time?

What's more, there were so many people watching. There were people from the Feng family, the eldest princess of Qianzhou, the servants of the Xiang Prince's Mansion, and the wife he was determined to kill. These people all watched him feel so humiliated by a little girl, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Xuan Tianye wanted to curse Feng Yuheng, but unfortunately, a piece of the whip was closed to his throat, making him unable to make a "ah ah" sound, and he couldn't say a word.

Finally, his vision began to blur, his consciousness began to become turbid, and the pain in his body began to numb. No matter how Feng Yuheng twisted the whip, he would not feel any more painful.

Xuan Tianye knew that he was about to die and was finally about to die.

However, the feeling of watching death is really bad. Pain, fear and humiliation coexist. Even Xuan Tianye completely collapsed his defense line. He had to admit that this girl from the Feng family is really a perfect match for Lao Jiu. One of them is better than the other torture, and there are many tricks and new tricks emerge one after another.

He let out his last breath from his chest, opened his eyes widened hard, and took a last look at the sky that was no longer clear, and then his eyelids gradually sink and slowly closed.

He just died like this! He thought, maybe he would have no chance of the throne in his life, but he really wanted to know how to explain to the old man in the palace if this girl killed him so blatantly? The old man never liked him, but his son was killed, so he couldn't stand his face?

He thought in a daze that his consciousness gradually dissipated, and finally, he lost his energy to meditate.

The moment Xuan Tianye's head hangs down, Princess Xiang, who was originally standing on the steps of Prince Xiang's Mansion, suddenly became weak and fell to the ground. A girl next to her rushed to help her, but she heard her say, "It's okay if you die. If you die, you will never harm me or others again."

At this moment, Kang Yi's thought was: Xuan Tianye is dead, who should Qianzhou join forces again? The three northern states of Dashun, Qianzhou is bound to win, and the new emperor must be Qianzhou's ally.

Feng Jinyuan’s idea was: Xuan Tianye died? The prince he had spent so much money to support was dead? Can he get the money he spent back?

At this moment, everyone was filled with endless thoughts. Even the servants of the Xiang Prince's Mansion were thinking, where should they go if the master died?

The master who helped to establish a life-and-death situation was trembling. He was a master, a counselor, and an aide. He knew that Xuan Tianye had too many troubles. When Xuan Tianye died, I wonder how many people were thinking about killing him. Can he escape?

But only Feng Yuheng knew that Xuan Tianye was not dead!

He still had a heartbeat, and she still had a trace of his pulse. It was not her kindness, she was just thinking that killing a prince like this would be equivalent to openly provoking the emperor? Although there was a war letter in hand, if the emperor turned against him, he would care whether you were alive or not. Just find a reason to kill her.

Of course, she didn't think she would die. If she really couldn't do it, she still had a space to save her life. Even if she survived in that space, she would have to endure Tianwu to death.

But what should Xuan Tianming do?

She can't let Xuan Tianming follow her into the space to hide? A big man is hiding there, so he can't be frustrated to death?

The emperor was interested in Xuan Tianming, and he gave him much help and support in secret, but this also required Xuan Tianming to be successful. If there was no Northwest's military achievements and no secret help from the ministers, it would be useless if the emperor wanted to like this ninth son again.

She couldn't let Xuan Tianming's efforts be ruined by her temporary aura for so many years. Turning against each other was the last and most forced way. If there were any other tricks to imagine, she didn't want Xuan Tianming's current situation to change.

As he thought, the whip in his hand subconsciously felt a little relieved, and the person whose head had already drooped down actually took a breath.

But no one expected that at this moment, Princess Xiang, who had fallen on the ground, suddenly got up and rushed towards her. As soon as she got closer, she held Feng Yuheng's whip to death. She didn't care that the barbs on her head made her hands full of blood. She tried her best to pull the whip tightly, and said while pulling it: "Aheng, the third sister-in-law knows that you have been hit for a long time and have no strength. It doesn't matter, you don't have the strength to have the third sister-in-law, and the third sister-in-law will help you pull it! The third sister-in-law will help you strangle him to death!"

Everyone was confused. Although everyone knew that King Xiang and Princess Xiang were in harmony, they did not expect that Princess Xiang would hate him to this extent!

As soon as she took action, the people from the Xiang Prince's Mansion could no longer sit idly by. Immediately, a housekeeper and a girl rushed up and tried hard to pull Princess Xiang. The little girl was also clever and said while pulling: "Princess, are you sick again? This is the prince! Come and wake up!"

The words "I got sick" helped Princess Xiang to put aside her guilt. Even if the emperor asked in the future, what could a sick person have to care about with her?

Feng Yuheng no longer used more force at this time, but just held the handle of the whip, and the force was all done by Princess Xiang. She knew that this sister-in-law hated Xuan Tianye to death, and her heart was also evading. If the third prince died at Princess Xiang's hands, would she have been relieved?

But when she thought about it again, she felt unwilling to accept her. She wanted to take revenge. Only when her enemy died in her own hands could she be considered avenge. It would be useless to pretend to be someone else.

She thought, and suddenly stretched out her hand and tapped the acupoint on Princess Xiang's wrist with one finger. Princess Xiang felt a soreness in her wrist, and she couldn't hold the whip anymore, so she loosened it. After she let go, she wanted to hold it again, but the person had been carried back to the mansion by a group of servants.

People heard Princess Xiang's shrill voice coming - "Aheng, kill him! Kill him! Xuan Tianye is not worthy of living! You must kill him!"

Feng Jinyuan spoke immediately, but said the opposite: "Aheng, think three times, you have to think twice!" He said while pulling Kang Yi hard, just wanted Kang Yi to persuade him, but at least delayed the time. He had just sent someone to the palace to pass the message.

But Kang Yi had no reaction at all, just staring at the two people in front, a little dazed.

At this time, is there any use for her to say no? The third prince is so injured. Not to mention that Feng Yuheng can spare his life, even if he forgives him, will he still hope to recover? If he cannot recover, then what is the difference between living and dying?

Feng Yuheng took a deep breath and pulled the whip tightly again. She was thinking for the last time, killing, or staying?
Chapter completed!