932 Revenge 1
 An Ning stood up, his expression as cold as frost, surrounded by a chill and chill that could freeze everything, he walked slowly in front of Feng Wuchen, held the hilt of Zhitian Sword, and pulled it out forcefully. , A "poof" wave of blood rose into the sky, splashing An Ning's body and face.

 But An Ning didn't even blink his eyes, he held the sword, pointed to the sky sword and pierced Feng Wuchen's chest again, once again without a handle, "Pfft!"

 Feng Wuchen's face twisted horribly in an instant due to the pain, large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and he opened his mouth, another mouthful of blood spewed out.

 An Ning pulled out the Zhitian Sword forcefully again, and then stabbed into Feng Wuchen's chest again, then pulled out again, stabbed in again, pulled out again, pierced again...

 Until Feng Wuchen couldn't bear it any longer and fell to the ground with a bang, the blood congealed into a small river, flowing all over the ground, his eyes were wide open, looking at An Ning in horror, as if unwilling, but more fear……

 An Ning didn't even look at Feng Wuchen, let alone look at Feng Wuchen's body covered with wounds and blood. He directly passed Feng Wuchen with the sword in his hand, but his tone was as cold as the ice in the cold pool of ten thousand years, so cold to the bone, It is enough to freeze everything in the world, "Do you think that if I dare to give you the Zhitian Sword, there is really nothing I can do? In this world, except me, no one can control the Zhitian Sword. I will obey my orders and bite you back!"

 Feng Wuchen was shocked when he heard the words, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and said intermittently, "Then you...you promise...promise to destroy your spirit...spiritual power..."

 An Ning sneered, her voice was misty and cold as if it came from the Nine Nether Demon Realm, "That's right, as long as I dare to nod and agree, it's because I have the ability to restore my spiritual power after being abolished!"

 It's just that there was a silly girl who didn't understand, didn't understand his temperament, didn't know that he never did things that he was not sure about, so she sacrificed in vain...

 When Feng Wuchen heard this, the only trace of unwillingness in his eyes disappeared, he opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, spewed out three big mouthfuls of blood one after another, and then lay on the ground without moving.

 An Ning didn't even look at Feng Wuchen, but walked towards Mo Yunshan, who was holding Yu Qingqing, who was already stunned, holding the sword.

 Although Mo Yunshan hasn't forced Yu Qingqing to death yet, in An Ning's eyes, he is even more hateful than Feng Wuchen, and he deserves to die, because Sheng'er told An Ning that Mo Yunshan once tried to cheat on his mother. Pass!
 "You...what do you want...to do?" Mo Yunshan even forgot to let go of Yu Qingqing in his arms, holding her back again and again, looking in horror at the blood-stained demon king who came out as if from below It was so peaceful that I couldn't even finish my sentence.

 It was An Ning's Sky Pointing Sword that answered Mo Yunshan, but before his Sky Pointing Sword touched Mo Yunshan, a ray of light suddenly appeared beside Mo Yunshan and Yu Qingqing and fled away.

 An Ning turned her head and looked at Yun Han who had saved Mo Yunshan. She didn't say anything, just waiting for his explanation.

"An Ning, calm down, you heard what Linglong said just now, the bubbles are condensed from the life energy extracted from them by Emperor Ziwei, if you hurt the bubbles, then Qingqing will die!"

(End of this chapter)

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