My doctor concubine has a big temper

Chapter 1217

When the formation was completely broken, the casualties were heavy, and there were more than ten spiritual masters left.

Even if part of the spiritual power was consumed by breaking the formation, a dozen or so spiritual masters would be more than enough to deal with An Fu alone.

An Fu was injured soon, and he still stubbornly resisted without even groaning.

"Just a fool! What is there to protect here? Wouldn't it be good to just hand over things to us honestly?"

"If you insist on letting us die so many people, if you insist on dying by our hands, you will be happy, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him!"

Those healers who rushed through the formation were full of anger. If it weren't for An Fu, a stubborn guy, how could they be so unlucky?

With so many companions dead, if they could swallow this breath, they would really be damned.

They couldn't wait to tear Anfu alive.

These people desperately wanted to kill An Fu, and he was getting weaker and weaker even though he was already injured.

With a slap, he was hit on the back of the heart by someone's palm, and the burst of spiritual power made his internal organs a burst of pain, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes went dark, and his legs couldn't be affected at all. Controlled by himself, he fell to his knees directly with a plop.

"Hmph." Who knows who snorted coldly, with a strong killing intent.

Feeling the cold sword tip reaching his back, Anfu wanted to fight back, but the arms supporting his body were trembling constantly, making him unable to stand up at all.

"Idiot, it's not yours. What are you doing? You don't know how to run after taking it. You're so stupid."

An Fu, who was so injured that he was dazed, murmured in a low voice: "I said I would wait here for them to come back!"

"They are all dead!"

"What a fool!"

Those spiritual masters laughed, the more embarrassed An Fu was, the happier they were, and finally felt a comfortable feeling of revenge.

"One must keep one's word!" An Fu said stubbornly.

He is not smart, but he must do what he promised.

"Really? Keep your word? Let's see if you can keep your word after you die!" As he spoke, the sharp sword in his hand cut a wound directly on An Fu's back, and blood gushed out immediately.

The pain made Anfu grunt, his arms could no longer support his body, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Take out the things quickly, let us have a look." The man poked An Fu with the tip of his sword, and every time he poked it, there was a bloody wound.

It is obvious that Anfu can be killed, and then Anfu's storage space can be taken away.

But that's not as interesting as that.

What they want is this torture process.

"Don't give it!" An Fu is also a fool, and he still stubbornly refuses to hand over the storage ring at the end of this inevitable defeat.

This is exactly what those spiritual masters wanted, they happened to come here to teach An Fu a lesson.

Just scratching the wound obviously couldn't satisfy them anymore.

Several people looked at each other and showed sinister smiles. Wouldn't it be more interesting to chop off Anfu's limbs bit by bit?
"Anfu, you can't blame us for this. You asked for it yourself. We didn't want to, but unfortunately, you have to cooperate. Since you want to keep your word, let me see if you can stick to it. When!" Saying that, he raised the long sword directly, and slashed at An Fu's arm fiercely!
"Ah..." A shrill scream suddenly sounded.

(End of this chapter)