Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 389 The Woman Chosen by the God of Death

At the same time, the paws of the giant blood wolf that was attacking towards Fan Qingtian landed on the body of the giant blood wolf whose neck had been broken by Fan Qingtian at the same time.

Immediately, the giant blood wolf whose neck had been broken suffered a fatal attack again, and its body was directly torn into two pieces by the claws of another giant blood wolf. The scene was extremely brutal and shocking.

But at this time, before Fan Qingtian had a chance to catch his breath, the gully leopard turned into a spot of light, so fast that it could not be seen and rushed towards Fan Qingtian.

The strength in his body seems to have been exhausted, Fan Qingtian only feels weak and weak all over his body, exhausted so that Fan Qingtian doesn't want to move anymore, without using internal strength, every step of Fan Qingtian, no attack is very strenuous.

However, even if she was tired, Fan Qingtian didn't back down, let alone threatened to give up, just because she hadn't succeeded yet, and she couldn't allow herself to cry out that she was tired!
The speed of the Guqiu leopard is very fast, but its attack power is not as tyrannical and brutal as the giant blood wolf. Looking at the gully leopard that was rushing to kill, Fan Qingtian bit a strand of black silk in his mouth, and under the phoenix eyes was a piece of firm.

Unable to see the figure of the Guqiuqiu leopard rushing towards him, Fan Qingtian felt the aura driven by the coming of the Guqiuqiu leopard.

Immediately, it had already approached Fan Qingtian, and the gully leopard's paws contained the heat of the fireworks, and fiercely attacked Fan Qingtian.

Sensing the attack from the gully leopard, Fan Qingtian put a little force on his toes, and his figure shot up into the air like a flying arrow, immediately avoiding the gully leopard's plunder.

His body rolled around in mid-air, his long black hair flew into the air, and Fan Qingtian half-kneeled to the ground.

The Guqiu leopard attacking and killing Fan Qingtian failed, and the other Guqiu leopards also came towards Fan Qingtian again at the same time.

The bloodthirsty murderous aura surged in his heart, and Fan Qingtian's eyes were beating with a little cold light, and he said coldly, "Hmph, little monster, how can you do nothing to me."

Following Fan Qingtian's words, Fan Qingtian swept his feet, and dozens of fist-sized stones shot up from the ground. Fan Qingtian raised his palm again, and dozens of stones slammed fiercely towards the ravine. The leopard flicked away.

Although the gully leopard is fast, Fan Qingtian has a way to resist the gully leopard. As long as the gully leopard slows down, Fan Qingtian doesn't have to worry about being attacked by the gully leopard.

This scene happened only in an instant.

Dozens of stones smashed towards the extremely fast Guqiu Leopard that turned into light spots. Seeing this, the Guqiu Leopard immediately slowed down to avoid the stones that were smashing towards them.

At this time, Fan Qingtian took advantage of this gap, and with a sweep of his body, he was heading towards the dead giant blood wolf. Fan Qingtian's sword was on the giant blood wolf, and Fan Qingtian was naturally You have to get your sword back first.

In the blink of an eye, he had already come to the sword, and Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand to pick up the sword.

And at the same time, a Guqiu leopard had already driven to the back of Fan Qingtian, and its claws fell fiercely towards Fan Qingtian's back.

The speed is as fast as lightning, and Fan Qingtian has no chance to dodge at all.

And Fan Qingtian seemed to have expected that he would have no way to avoid the attack of the gully leopard, so he didn't resist, and quickly reached out to hold the sword in his hand.

At this moment, the gully leopard's claws landed on Fan Qingtian's body with scorching heat.

Immediately, a scorched and ferocious wound was printed on Fan Qingtian's back, his fair skin smelled of scorching, and the pain of bone erosion as if being scraped stimulated Fan Qingtian's mind.

But even in such pain, Fan Qingtian's brows did not frown.

Responding extremely quickly, Fan Qingtian said coldly, "It's time for you to go to hell."

With bloodthirst in his eyes, Fan Qingtian backhanded his sword, without looking at the Guqiu Leopard, but the sword stabbed the Guqiu Leopard's throat without a doubt.

Hearing the roar of the gully leopard, he died.

Pulling the sword out of the gully leopard's throat neatly, Fan Qingtian immediately turned around to deal with the monster that attacked again.

Time passed bit by bit, and monsters fell one by one before Fan Qingtian's eyes.

Stimulated by the blood of this monster, Fan Qingtian's bloodthirsty desire was very strong.

The bloody robe fluttered with the wind, and his blood-white face was smeared with blood. Fan Qingtian was like a Shura, slaughtering all living things.

All the monsters attacking Fan Qingtian died under Fan Qingtian's fast, accurate and ruthless sword.

After killing the last monster, Fan Qingtian waved his sword away, and the blade fell to the ground. He held the hilt of the sword with his hand, supporting his overstretched body.

The breathing was extremely uneven, and Fan Qingtian opened his mouth slightly, panting heavily.

The entire face was pale and bloodless, and Fan Qingtian's body was full of hideous wounds, which looked very terrifying.

Very tired, very tired, it was the first time that Fan Qingtian felt what it means to be tired and painful, but this kind of pain is not comparable to the pain of betrayal that will never be lingered in his heart.

After releasing the hilt of the sword, Fan Qingtian's body immediately leaned back, and he fell straight back to the ground.

In the shape of a big character, Fan Qingtian lay down under the fallen leaves covered with blood splashed on them.

The corpses of huge monsters were scattered all around, and the blood from the monsters seeped into the soil layer and was absorbed by the towering giant trees.

The blood in the air hadn't dissipated yet, but the forest once again returned to silence.

Fan Qingtian, who was lying on the ground, looked at the branches and leaves permeating the light above, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The afterglow of the sun penetrated into the branches and leaves and turned into dots of starlight, which fell on Fan Qingtian's handsome face covered with blood.

A strand of hair stuck to Fan Qingtian's face, which was indescribably stunning.

The amber eyes were flickering, and it was impossible to guess what Fan Qingtian was thinking at this moment.

Suddenly, I saw the cold light flashing from Fan Qingtian's eyes, which immediately stimulated the internal force in his body, and waved his hand to form a long spear, pointing to the side with a wave.

Looking sideways slightly, Fan Qingtian said in a cold voice with no expression on his face, "Who are you?"

Fan Qingtian's condensed spear was pointing directly at a handsome man in a silver robe embroidered with red trim, and this silver-robed man was the man who had been watching Fan Qingtian fight with this group of monsters just now.

Facing Fan Qingtian's murderous question, the man didn't panic at all. His face was as cold as ice, and his whole body exuded a cold breath. The man's light blue eyes were empty, as if he wasn't there at all. Look at Fan Qingtian.

The thin lips parted slightly, and the man's voice was as cold as the breath emanating from him, "The woman chosen by the God of Death is indeed interesting."

Hearing the silver-robed man's words, Fan Qingtian frowned, with vigilance hidden in his eyes, and asked again in a cold voice, "Who are you!"

(End of this chapter)