Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 155
Seeing this, the assassins and guards mobilized their internal strength to resist the aftermath.

But even if it was the aftermath, the powerhouses at the level of the holy veins should not be underestimated. Except for the assassin at the level of the spiritual veins that resisted the aftermath, all the guard assassins were injured and their mouths were bright red.

Standing at the foot of the courtyard wall, Bu Hai had already exhausted his internal energy. Looking at the aftermath that was like lightning rushing towards him, Bu Hai had no fear in his eyes, but he was a little sad in his heart. Served by the king's side.

It is because he is useless, unable to protect the king, I just hope that the king will be fine.

At the moment when the aftermath was about to approach Buhai, a proud figure stood in front of Buhai.

Dressed in a white inner robe, the sleeves fluttered in the cold wind, and the deserted moonlight fell on Fan Qingtian's flawless and handsome face, like a god, so amazing that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The whole body exuded a bloodthirsty and cold aura, Fan Qingtian's amber eyes glowed coldly, and a burst of strength emanated from his body, instantly turning the aftermath of the plundering into nothingness.

Seeing Fan Qingtian standing in front of him like this, Bu Hai was stunned for a moment. He thought that he would die and would never see the king again, but he didn't expect the king to come out to save him.

Turning his head to look at Bu Hai, who was pale and seriously injured, Fan Qingtian's beautiful brows frowned, and a strong murderous aura rose from his body.

Buhai's loyalty to him is visible from the sun and the moon, and Fan Qingtian has already regarded Buhai as his family. Now, Buhai is injured, which makes Fan Qingtian's calm heart arouse extremely angry anger.

Originally, Fan Qingtian's memory had the previous Fan Qingtian's memory, and with Fan Qingtian's emotions, Buhai had never been injured in front of Fan Qingtian. Calm, but still angry.

Clenching his fists tightly, Fan Qingtian restrained the anger in his heart that wanted to devour reason, and asked Bu Hai in a cold voice, "Eunuch Hai, are you alright?"

Although Fan Qingtian's voice was cold, one could hear the care and worry expressed in Fan Qingtian's mouth.

After regaining his senses, Bu Hai's eyes were slightly red, and a trace of mist flowed in his eyes, he shook his head quickly and said, "Your Majesty, the old slave is useless, I failed to stop the assassin, and I alarmed you, please forgive me .”

Seeing that Bu Hai was still blaming himself, Fan Qingtian became angrier at these assassins. Fan Qingtian, the former assassin, didn't care because they couldn't threaten him anyway.

But now, Fan Qingtian has changed her mind. If she doesn't think of a way to attack these assassins, sooner or later everyone around her will die because of her!

"Go and rest while you're at it. Leave this place to me. I want to see who can kill me!" Leng Han's domineering voice reverberated in the quiet night sky, and Fan Qingtian's gaze swept over him coldly. These assassins who were still standing, and the Daoquan not far away looked at Fan Qingtian with disdain.

At this time, the assassins couldn't help being stunned when they saw Fan Qingtian. Under the moonlight, the arrogance of the tyrant who was full of the wind of the king exuded the world, making them want to worship for a moment in their hearts.

After recovering, everyone shook off the inexplicable emotions in their hearts, and their eyes fell on Fan Qingtian like poisonous snakes. The person in front of them was the enemy who killed their family. They worshiped her, bah , Then are they still human! ?

The sword in his hand trembled, and the assassins wanted to rush forward and tear Fan Qingtian apart.

But these assassins couldn't help feeling a little fear in their hearts, preventing them from rushing forward to kill Fan Qingtian.

They really wanted to kill Fan Qingtian and put aside the thought of life and death, but the fear emanating from their hearts made them unable to resist.

The assassins stood in place, staring at Fan Qingtian closely, their hearts beating violently, and they chose to wait and see what happened.

Under the moonlight, Tao Quan, who was dressed in a dark green robe and exuded a cold and murderous aura, looked at Fan Qingtian coldly.

Under the moonlight, wearing white clothes, his whole body was filled with majestic majesty, and Fan Qingtian, who looked down at the world, looked at Robber Spring with murderous eyes.

The four eyes met, the air was silently filled with gunpowder smoke, and the tense breath suddenly broke out.

"You are Fan Qingtian." Duoquan asked in a cold voice with a hint of disdain.

Frowning lightly, Fan Qingtian's cold voice pierced his bones, "Anyone who dares to touch this king, you are doomed!"

After the words fell, I saw the aura of the holy veins all over Fan Qingtian's body suddenly burst out, and then Fan Qingtian waved one hand, and his internal force condensed into a sword energy, and there were traces of arcs flowing on the sword energy, and his figure flashed , leaving an afterimage on the spot, approaching Roboquan at a fast speed.

"Hmph, just a reckless man." He snorted coldly with great disdain for Fan Qingtian, Daoquan turned his sword back, and the sword edge gave off a cold breath, and then he also rushed towards Fan Qingtian to kill him.

The two sides confronted each other, and the situation suddenly frightened them away.

The two swords clashed together, each exuding a terrifying aura.

The arc of the condensed sword in his hand flickered continuously, as if it was about to cut through the void, which looked very shocking. Fan Qingtian looked at Robber Spring with bloodthirsty eyes.

Although Fan Qingtian really wanted to attract more powerful people to work hard for her, and the strong people at the level of the holy vein could still fall into her eyes, but this person in front of her made her extremely unhappy, even if Fan Qingtian was around In the absence of strong people, Fan Qingtian doesn't bother to want such people.

It can be seen that Daoquan is conceited and doesn't take anyone seriously. For conceited people, Fan Qingtian has always felt that if he is killed, it is purely courting death by himself.

The sword in Daoquan's hand also exuded a cold aura that seemed to freeze everything, resisting Fan Qingtian's sword aura.

With a cold light in his eyes, Tao Quan knew that Fan Qingtian was a strong man of the holy vein, but Tao Quan didn't think that Fan Qingtian could defeat him at all.

The swords that the two clashed were not going up or down. At that moment, Daoquan concentrated his palms and slapped Fan Qingtian ferociously.

With cold eyes, Fan Qingtian swung his sword, and on one side of the figure, the wind of Robber Spring's palm brushed against Fan Qingtian's inner robe.

The moment he dodged away, Fan Qingtian's sword turned and swept across the front of the robber spring.

Danger was imminent, and Daoquan raised his head back and raised his foot. The wind kicked Fan Qingtian's wrist directly.

Seeing this, Fan Qingtian leaped into the air, his figure twirled, and the condensed sword in his hand turned into thousands of shadows, with a breath of shock, shaking the sky.

Looking down at the robbery spring that was issued, Fan Qingtian said coldly, "This king will make your death look good!"

After the words fell, Fan Qingtian waved his fingers, and the sky shot towards the robbery spring below like a rain of swords.

(End of this chapter)