Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 405 I'm Waiting For Her To See Me
The pupils reflected the bright red blood lying under Fan Qingtian's abdomen, and Li Mie's eyes revealed a dangerous aura, and the face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling turned into an absolute cold killing at this moment.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian was about to fall into death, Fan Qingtian's amber eyes were still so calm and calm.

Eyes and Lin Shuihan looked at each other, as if he didn't see the blade that was about to fall on his neck, Fan Qingtian opened his lips lightly, with absolute confidence, and said, "Go back and seal your throat with blood, tell Feng Yaomiao, I, Fan Qing, waited for her to come to see me in the palace, otherwise, I would have bloodbathed the blood-sealed stronghold in Mu Kingdom."

The awe-inspiring voice was full of absolute arrogance and arrogance, and Lin Shuihan's indifferent gaze couldn't help showing a little bit of turmoil when he heard the words, and a hint of ominous color rose in his heart at the same time.

Just at the dangerous moment when Lin Shuihan's blade missed by a tiny bit and landed on Fan Qingtian's white and tender neck, the sword hanging in the midair of Fan Qingtian had already fallen into Fan Qingtian's hands.

With a swirl of the sword in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, the sword in Fan Qingtian's hand fell directly, piercing through the oracle bone of the hand that Lin Shuihan held the knife to kill.

The pain suddenly came from Lin Shuihan's hands, and the movements in Lin Shuihan's hands couldn't help being slightly sluggish. At this moment, Fan Qingtian's eyes froze, and he seized the opportunity to raise his other hand, which was full of vigorous With internal force, he slapped Lin Shuihan's body fiercely.

Unable to dodge at all, Lin Shuihan was immediately attacked by Fan Qingtian's palm.

The ferocious force fell on Lin Shuihan's body, a mouthful of blood spilled from Lin Shuihan's mouth, and at the same time, his body flew backwards violently.

The sword inserted into Fan Qingtian's belly was driven and the flying body was pulled out of Fan Qingtian's body.

At the same time, the sword that Fan Qingtian landed on the Linshuihan bone was drawn out at the same time.

The blood of the two people was swayed alternately, which was shocking, and it was impossible to tell who would win and who would lose in this battle.

The shocking scenes all happened in an instant, and the heartbeat was so fast that it was about to stop beating.

Jue Leng's face was pale and colorless, the figure of Lin Shuihan flew out backwards, the pupils reflected the calmness of Fan Qingtian's handsome silhouette, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

Surprisingly, I didn't expect Fan Qingtian to be able to remain so calm in such a critical situation.

Surprisingly, his own strength was so much higher than that of Fan Qingtian, and he still failed to take Fan Qingtian's life in the end.

Surprisingly, Fan Qingtian could have killed her just now, but Fan Qingtian didn't kill her, which made Lin Shuihan even more puzzled.

At this time, Lin Shuihan also knew that his mission had failed. This time, it seemed that he had no chance to kill Fan Qingtian again.

The pain on his body didn't make Lin Shuihan cry out, Lin Shuihan's eyes froze, and he immediately mobilized his internal strength to stabilize his body that was flying upside down.

Ling Kong stood in mid-air, and the wound on Lin Shuihan's armor bone was even more shocking, leaving a hole. He didn't care about the serious and shocking injuries on his body, Lin Shuihan said coldly, "Fan Qing Heavens, take my poem about offering sacrifices to the soul, and let it rest until I die."

After the words fell, Lin Shuihan's figure turned into a streamer and disappeared in front of Fan Qingtian in the blink of an eye.

Fan Qingtian, who was also severely injured, had no ripples on his face except for being pale, as usual.

Seeing Lin Shuihan disappearing and leaving, Fan Qingtian looked leisurely, and said lightly in his heart, "Lin Shuihan, Feng Piaomiao, you must inform me for me, I will wait for her, if not, next time I will go to a blood If you seal your throat, there will be bloodshed."

"Your Majesty, are you alright, Your Majesty?" Bu Hai asked Fan Qingtian in panic with an old face tense.

Just now when the water-cold knife was about to cut Fan Qingtian's neck, Bu Hai thought it was too late to stop him, his heart jumped into his throat, fortunately, fortunately, his king was very skilled in martial arts and extremely intelligent , to avoid this murderous intent.

At this moment, Dai Qi also flew in front of Fan Qingtian, his eyes scanned Fan Qingtian, with a very fierce look in his eyes, but there was a hint of peace of mind hidden in his eyes.

"Gah, you silly girl, can't you be smarter? If you can't beat it, just run away! You want to kill that woman, but if you can't beat you, won't you call her? Damn it, you said you were stupid, but you still don’t admit it! You’re really a stupid girl, a really stupid girl!” full of sarcasm and anger, he blasted at Fan Qingtian, and Du Qi’s mouth was merciless.

Listening to Bu Hai's concerned words, He Daiqi was clearly worried about Fan Qingtian but deliberately scolded Fan Qingtian, the corner of Fan Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing that the blood dripping from Fan Qingtian's abdomen has soaked the white snow on the ground, a large expanse of blood red, Fan Qingtian is still laughing at this dying picture.

Dai Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said fiercely to Fan Qingtian, "Gah, laugh, laugh P, heal my wounds quickly, don't you have elixir? Give it to me quickly, don't die and hurt me .”

Gently shaking his head, Fan Qingtian smiled lightly and said to Bu Hai and Dai Qi, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Xiao Dao, who was standing not far away, saw that Fan Qingtian was still able to talk and laugh happily after suffering such a serious injury, and he admired Fan Qingtian more and more from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian also took out a pill from the Nawu space and took it.

Swallowing the elixir, Fan Qingtian urged the elixir that melted with internal force, and the medicinal power immediately accumulated in Fan Qingtian's body, and in the blink of an eye, the blood dripping from Fan Qingtian's body had stopped.

The silver-white robe on the lower body was dyed red by bright red, which did not make Fan Qingtian feel embarrassed, but added to the spirit of the god of war.

Although the blood was stopped, the wound left on Fan Qingtian's body was still screaming in pain. After all, the wound left by the strong soul vein is not an ordinary person's sword. It can be easily recovered by taking the elixir. Fan Qingtian would not be able to recover from his injuries if he didn't force out the rest of his energy.

Frowning slightly inadvertently, Fan Qingtian said calmly on his pale face, "There's no need to smother your throat with blood, let's go back to the palace."

Fan Qingtian believes that after this time, people who have blocked her throat will come to trouble her one after another, so she should have a plan.

Regarding Fan Qingtian's return to the palace, Buhai certainly has no objection. In Buhai's mind, it is best to return to the palace as soon as possible, so as not to encounter another bloody throat and want to kill the king.

Now the king is injured like this, but he can't bear to fight with other people. There are so many people protecting the king when he returns to the palace, and there are many organs. It is the safest for the king to stay in the palace.

"Your Majesty, you are seriously injured, let this old servant carry you back." Bu Hai looked at Fan Qingtian nervously and said.

(End of this chapter)