Feng Xiaoxun smiled coldly, his figure flashed slightly, and Gu Ximo's sword left empty.

After all, Fang Xiyan had been with Feng Xiaoxun for three days. She saw him fighting with the divine turtle with her own eyes. She knew his ability and knew that once he escaped, Gu Ximo and his men were not his opponents at all. She couldn't help but shout: "Don't worry about me, go quickly!"

Now you can escape and count on one.

They couldn't save her at all, and they only saved several more lives...

She just shouted, her arms tightened, and her wrists felt like an iron hoop was covered with an iron hoop. It hurt so much that cold sweat flowed down instantly. Feng Xiaoxun's voice rang coldly in her ears: "Very good, you can still care about him at this time? Don't worry, no one can leave today!"

His left arm was still tightly controlling Fang Xiyan, making her unable to move at all. When he spread his right arm, a long red sword had already appeared in his hand: "If you dare to plot against me, you have to pay the price to plot against me!"

The sword turned around and buzzed, and eight red lights were as dazzling as the sun, shooting towards the eight disciples!

When Gu Ximo saw Feng Xiaoxun taking action, he knew that something was wrong. He had to fight to the death for the current plan.

He was also experienced in the battle. He suddenly rushed forward and desperately knocked the red light shot at the injured junior brother, pulling the junior brother behind him.

He only cares about saving others, but the one that shot at him could no longer avoid it. He ran through his shoulder with a squeak, bringing a rain of blood...

He staggered for a moment, but quickly stood firm with his stake, ignoring the injuries on his body, and shouted: "Seven Star Formation!" He took the lead in seizing a position.

His face was so pale that he was scary, and his forehead was full of cold sweat. It was obvious that Feng Xiaoxun was hurt by him. However, he could still grit his teeth and support him and command as he was determined. He was really a talent!

The brothers and brothers flashed in a row, and they were indeed standing in their own positions. This formation is easy to defend but not easy to attack, and just protected the injured disciple of the Zi Lian Sect in the middle.

"Senior Brother Gu, you are also injured. Is it important? Let's change the position..." The thick-browed and big-eyed disciple who liked to talk much had a good relationship with Gu Ximo, and his concern was beyond words.

"No, it doesn't matter." Gu Ximo's shoulders were bleeding, but the position he stood was the front position, protecting all the junior brothers behind him: "Feng Xiaoxun, you have to take revenge for me, and you will never frown if you want to kill and cut them down. Let my junior brother and Miss Fang go!"

Feng Xiaoxun was still standing in the air in the air, his left arm was still half-hunting and half-butting Fang Xiyan, holding her wrist with one hand twisting it behind her back. When she moved this position, it would hurt so much. This girl was very afraid of the pain. He controlled her like this and made her unable to move and be controlled by him.

Of course he had other ways to control her, but he wanted to teach her a lesson...

He was wearing a big red robe and flew away without a wind. He smiled charmingly and romanticly: "Well, you have a deep brotherhood. Then I will save you your life first and let you watch your brothers be lingchi with your own eyes!"

The red sword in his hand shook, and a buzzing sound, and a circle of red light burst out. The red light quickly amplified, extending from his body like a wave, with a speed of rapidity. Wherever he passed, it was like a splash of sulfuric acid, quickly corroded into ashes...
Chapter completed!