deadly mantra

Chapter 63 I can’t be cruel and I’m not as determined as you
Feng Xiaoyao was so painful that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"You're just causing trouble for me! I've repaid your cousin's favor with this sword! Didn't I ask you to find helpers? Why are you here!"

Bao Simu clenched her gums secretly, unable to open her mouth, and asked the neighbor for help.At the same time, she also had a little selfishness in her heart, hoping to use her own abilities to save the victim and let Shui Qingchen see that she had this ability.

Before Feng Xiaoyao could finish speaking, Bao Simu fired the Xuanbing Crossbow, took the opportunity to throw out a sharp whip, attacked Lu Wenxing's lower body, and said firmly:

"I can!"

Ji Fanyin didn't speak, and Shui Qingchen didn't speak either.

The sound of fighting coming from next door became more and more intense and murderous.

Within a moment, Feng Xiaoyao's voice calling for help came over.

He cried out:
"Brother Qingchen! Help!"

Ji Fanyin chewed his food slowly and observed Shui Qingchen with his eyes.

He squeezed the tea wall hard, clearly nervous, but there was still a smile on his lips, looking calm and composed.

cut.

Hard-mouthed.

See how long you can last.

Ji Fanyin rolled her eyes, took a spoonful of chicken soup, and drank it in small sips.

A scream came again.

"what--"

Feng Xiaoyao seemed to be hurt and cursed angrily:
"Damn it! Back off! Don't cause trouble for me. I will never block it for you next time."

After a while, Feng Xiaoyao's muffled groan of pain came again, as well as increasingly irritable curses:

"You pig! Why are you trying to be strong? Find someone quickly!"

"Pa—" The cup in his hand shattered with the sound, and the tea flowed down the back of Shui Qingchen's hand.

He was so strong that he crushed the cup with his bare hands.

It's obvious that he still cares.

Ji Fanyin sighed in his heart. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and said:

"You want her to see her abilities clearly, but I can't stand the way you endure it for her. If you don't want to take action, I'll go."

A wry smile appeared on Shui Qingchen's face, he steeled himself and said:

"Xiaoyin, wait a moment."

Ji Fanyin frowned and retorted unhappily:

"I'm not as firm as you. I can't be as cruel as you are. Look at you like this."

As soon as the sound fell, Ji Fanyin jumped out from the observation deck and jumped into the next door.

Her body was as light as a leaf, but her sharp palm was as cruel as a ghost, directly separating the three entangled people.

Feng Xiaoyao was forced to retreat and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

His hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling.

saved.

Bao Simu was also forced to step aside by Ji Fanyin's palm.

A stream of warm liquid rolled down the back of her hand.

She lowered her head and saw scarlet blood staining the back of her hand.

pain.

It hurts.

The wound hurts very much.

What hurts more is my heart.

She couldn't believe that she was actually injured?
For the first time in her life, she was hurt...

Bao Simu's face slowly turned pale, he raised his head blankly, looked at the two people fighting, and murmured absently:

"Why...why...amn't I very powerful...why, why can't I even defeat a killer..." Bao Jingtong sneered at the side:
"You are the only one who thinks you are powerful. Without the Good Sword Alliance, you and Bao Simu are nothing. Just you? You can't even beat me, yet you dare to say that you want to travel around the world and challenge the world's heroes with your own abilities, ha! It’s a big joke! I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time.”

He stared at Bao Simu's shocked face and continued:
"Bao Simu, if it weren't for your senior brothers to cover you and protect you, how about you? You are no match for a small Wang Dazhou and a wanted criminal. Huang Leiming had already been ahead of schedule and deposed Wang Dazhou for five years. It was only because of his success that I handed his portrait to you, and there are many more things that you don’t know about."

Bao Simu was deeply hit, and the strength in his heart collapsed into pieces at this moment.

Looking at Ji Fanyin's moves again, a chill ran down Bao Simu's spine.

she……

It's impossible to see Ji Fanyin's moves clearly.

She couldn't even see clearly.

The two people who were fighting fiercely moved forward with each move, as fast as phantoms.

One moment, the two were fighting fiercely, and the next moment, they had quickly separated and were looking at each other across the table.

Lu Wenxing's indifferent expression that was isolated from the world finally became slightly different, and his eyes showed the excitement of meeting his opponent.

Ji Fanyin's demeanor was leisurely, his dark eyes focused, he kicked the table over, turned around lightly, his hair flying, and struck with a sharp palm.

Lu Wenxing took a few steps back, turned his wrist, and the sword light broke through the tumbling table.

There was a loud noise, and among the pieces of the table flying down, Lu Wenxing's feet suddenly rushed forward.

One sword, one palm.

There was a violent impact.

The strong energy made the bead curtains jingle.

Feng Xiaoyao grabbed the tied girl and quickly hid in a safe area.

In the fierce battle zone, the energy fluctuates in all directions.

The two did not give in to each other.

Lu Wenxing's brows moved slightly, Ji Fanyin's lips raised slightly, and their eyes met. The two of them stepped back at the same time, and looked at each other again from a distance of three or four meters.

"What do you call it?" Lu Wenxing asked.

Ji Fanyin glanced sideways at Bao Simu and saw that her face was pale and she only had a small superficial injury on the back of her hand. It didn't matter. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"I'm Ji Fanyin." Ji Fanyin looked across and smiled lightly.

Lu Wenxing put away the evil sword, nodded slightly towards Ji Fanyin, and for the first time took the initiative to announce his name:
"Netherworld Pavilion, Lu Wenxing."

When Ji Fanyin saw that he had no intention of fighting again, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he put away his hostility and said with a smile:

"Lu Wenxing? I wrote it down."

Lu Wenxing stared at Ji Fanyin in silence for a while, then turned his face and looked at the person hiding behind the curtain. His whole figure seemed to have entered his own world again, with a cynical smirk on his lips, and he said slowly:

"gone."

Bao Jingtong glanced at Bao Simu unwillingly, quickly caught up with Lu Wenxing, and left the fourth floor.

Ji Fanyin turned to Feng Xiaoyao and asked:

"Feng Benben, are you seriously injured?"

Feng Xiaoyao glanced at the wound, shook his head nonchalantly and said:
"His sword is very evil. I have scratches on my neck, wrists, back, and calves everywhere. Fortunately, although he was cruel, he didn't mean to kill. So, I'm okay, they are just superficial wounds. It doesn’t matter.”

Thinking of the victimized girl, Feng Xiaoyao quickly turned around and helped her up from the ground.

Just now, he was only focused on escaping for his life, and didn't pay attention to the strength of his hands, pushing the person down.

"Girl, are you okay?"

After Feng Xiaoyao helped the person up, he went around to the back, cut the rope with his sword blade, and explained apologetically:
"It happened suddenly and in a hurry. I'm really sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

As he said that, Feng Xiaoyao raised his head and looked from behind. The girl's back was indeed pretty.

After experiencing the terrible thing just now, her body couldn't help trembling, but this only aroused the man's desire for protection in his heart.

Feng Xiaoyao secretly thought in her heart that cousin Baozi's vision was really good.

With this in mind, Feng Xiaoyao walked forward and raised his hand to push the hair away from the girl's face to see her appearance clearly.

At this time, the disheveled girl took a step back and avoided his hand, looking a little embarrassed:
"I... I will do it myself."

(End of this chapter)