The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 1669 It's your turn, I hate the brat

Heart suddenly beat wildly.

Dantian's profound energy rolled.

Qi and blood flowed backwards all over the body.

The power of the phoenix's true blood hit the seal violently.

The slightly light-colored Phoenix totem suddenly became alive, as if coiled on the Phoenix knife, ready to break out at any time, soaring into the sky!
The phoenix blood essence seems to be resurrected!

Luo Qingyin's fingers trembled, and she almost let go.

She closed her eyes, opened them again, and regained her composure.

Urging Fengshen's sincerity to spurt out from the palm of his hand, he pulled out the saber forcefully.

The blade does not move.

Luo Qingyin increased her strength, and pulled again!

The blade is still solid as a rock.

Luo Qingyin looked down at the knife under her hand, and pulled the force to the maximum like a ruthless one.

The Phoenix Knife is a magic knife, that's right.

But the Phoenix Saber was forged with the power of her ancestors.

If you don't want this knife to continue to harm future generations, then you must let her pull it out!

In her opinion, there is no distinction between good and evil with a knife.

In the hands of kind people, it is a good knife full of righteousness and can protect relatives and friends.

In the hands of evil people, it is a frightening magic knife.

When injecting profound energy into the Phoenix Knife, Luo Qingyin looked closely at the Phoenix eyes on the knife, and asked clearly word by word: "Do you want to make a good knife, or a magic knife?"

In an instant, the blade trembled violently.

Luo Qingyin's slender hand could hardly be held.

She resorted to the body method of the heavy drop, her feet were pinned to the ground, and she shouted: "Tell me, what is your choice?!"

boom!
Suddenly, an extremely powerful force rushed straight into her hands.

The avatar of the second-turn Phoenix Knife rises slowly!
Accompanied by the rise of the Phoenix Knife, a huge black beam of light!

That is, the devilish energy accumulated under the Phoenix Knife for tens of thousands of years!
The beam of light shot up into the sky.

The black beam of light is not only formed by the condensation of devil energy, but also the scabbard that suppresses the Phoenix Saber.

Zi Yunchen had already expected this scene, flicked his sleeves and wrapped his left hand around Luo Qingyin's waist, raised his right hand with the Ice, Fire and Thunder Sword, pointing to the sky.

Feng Lei was attracted.

Ziyunchen stirred up wind and thunder with his sword, and slashed straight at the black beam of light.

boom!
Devil Qi is afraid of the Nirvana Fire and Li Fire full of righteousness, and also fears the thunder that belongs to the Nine Heavens.

The black beam of light was covered by Lei Yi, and instantly dissipated a lot.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Zi Yunchen held Luo Qingyin in his arms and used body skills to move ten miles away in an instant.

Rumble!
The rocks rolled, and the Hell Mountain collapsed.

The birds and beasts on the mountain watched the wind and fled.

Everyone in the Wanwan Palace looked at Houshan in shock, and no one knew what happened.

But no one dares to approach!
Because, that black beam of light looks really scary!

Luo Qingyin held the avatar of the second-turn Phoenix Saber, leaning against Ziyunchen's arms weakly,
All the strength in her body was used to suppress the Phoenix Saber.

But she couldn't suppress the devilish energy that wanted to turn into a phoenix sword scabbard.

From her point of view, it seemed that countless black smoke were chasing after them.

If infected...

Zi Yunchen stopped in his tracks, raised his hand to draw light.

At the same time, Luo Qingyin hugged his neck, breathed out four words: "Ice drifting out of the sky!"

Drifting ice from the sky leaped out of his body.

But not to freeze the magic energy, but to freeze them.

Starting from the position of Luo Qingyin's dantian, with a swipe, it spread in all directions, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them, together with the avatar of the second-turn Phoenix Saber, were frozen inside, forming a crystal clear ice sculpture!

At the same time, in the emptiness and darkness under the dungeon of the Tianluo Temple, a clear sound of falling was heard.

"The avatar of the second-turn Phoenix Knife has been pulled out." A rough voice sounded like frosting, "It's your man, Feng Amao."

Feng Zhentian sat cross-legged, holding a chess piece with his beautiful fingers, as if he was not sitting in a terrifying nothingness, nor facing the strongest man behind the Tianluo Temple, but lying in the ancestral hall of Fengwu Mountain The general demeanor on the beam is leisurely.

The colorful feathers on his body are the only bright colors in the darkness.

The feather sash hanging from his head is the most gorgeous ribbon in the darkness.

Snapped!
A white piece landed on the chessboard, Feng Zhentian said casually with a somewhat lazy face: "It's a pity, your people are still killing each other for whom to draw their swords."

With a random swipe of his fingertips, a fire mirror appeared beside him.

In an ancient ruins, the clone of the three-turn Phoenix Saber was quietly stuck in the ten-horned altar, but no one could pull it out. To be precise, no one could pull it out.

Because everyone wants to get this knife.

Everyone wants to grab it.

Whoever touches the knife will be killed!

Fight openly and secretly.

Someone draws a sword, someone poisons, and someone sneaks up on him from behind.

Rivers of blood flowed in front of the altar.

The blood spattered on the clone of the three-turn Phoenix Knife, and was absorbed in an instant.

Feng Zhentian yawned: "It's your turn, I hate the brat."

The rough voice like frost snorted coldly: "What's the hurry, we have lived for thousands of years, and there are countless long days in the future, it will not be too late to see how they pull it out."

Feng Zhentian yawned again, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Then I'll sleep for a while...Although I have lived for thousands of years, I really can't stand sleep."

He just closed his eyes.

The person sitting opposite him showed hideous eyes in the darkness of nothingness, but did nothing after all.

Feng Zhentian has nothing to do with him at the moment.

And he, also can't do anything to the other party.

As time passed, someone finally broke through the siege and grabbed the clone of the three-turn Phoenix Saber.

boom!
A black beam of light rose into the sky.

The young man holding the three-turn Phoenix Saber avatar looked up to the sky and laughed in the black beam of light: "Hahahahahahahaha, it's mine! It's mine!"

The laughter was too loud and loud.

Feng Zhentian opened his sleepy eyes: "Who is disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night?"

With a rough voice like frosting, he sneered and said, "The clone of the three-turn Phoenix Saber has come out."

Feng Zhentian stretched his waist, looked sideways at the fire mirror, and immediately recognized the young man holding the knife: "It is the one who has seized the house? What is it called? No wonder he can pull out this knife .”

"Gu Feiying." The rough voice like frosting provocatively said: "Do you dare to continue the competition?"

Feng Zhentian said lightly: "Why don't you dare. In the end, it's not sure who took the phoenix knife to cut off his head."

In the darkness of nothingness, those ferocious eyes subconsciously glanced upwards.

Above their heads, to be precise, in the middle above their chessboard, the ten-turn Phoenix Knife that broke through the ground from the ancient formation stood in the air, and it would fall down at any time.

This is a game.

It is also a game of life and death.

Bet on who will pick up the phoenix knife and end his life in the end.

Laughing with a rough voice like frost, the laughter is like a sharp stone passing through the glass: "Feng Amao, I admire you."

(End of this chapter)