Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 601

As Yushangxi was wounded to the ground, Li Mie's figure was already standing beside Fan Qingtian.

There is no doubt that the sudden killing was Li Mie's attack on Yushangxi.

There was tranquility on the handsome face, but this peaceful aura gave people a feeling that a storm was coming and would destroy everything.

His eyes fell on Yu Shangxi's body quietly, and Li Mie's gentle voice came into Yu Shangxi's ears clearly, "My woman, you dare to touch your dirty hands."

The indifferent voice was mixed with suffocating majesty, which made people tremble.

Hearing the words of Ruin Li Mie, Yushang Xizhen's body trembled involuntarily, a kind of fear of death permeated his heart, making him frightened and terrified.

With eyes wide open, Yu Shangxi looked at Li Mie Ning Yi's face, his pale face became even paler.

At this moment, Fan Qingtian was slightly stunned when he heard Li Mie's words, she heard right just now, Li Mie said, "She is his woman!"

When he came back to his senses, Fan Qingtian looked at Li Mie with a very bad expression, and retorted calmly and seriously, "Li Mie, be careful next time when you speak, I am not your woman!"

"It's just a title, why should Qing'er bother so much?" Li Mie said softly with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

One sentence makes Fan Qingtian irrefutable, and now is not the time when he and Li Mie are entangled in this matter, and Fan Qingtian ignores Li Mie with a blank look.

Standing up from his seat unhurriedly, Fan Qingtian walked slowly in front of Yushangxi, looking down at Yushangxi.

Fan Qingtian's calm expression was reflected in his pupils. At the moment when fear of Li Mie arose, this fear was deeply suppressed by Yu Shangxi.

Blood flowed from the wrist of the severed hand, Yushangxi's face was covered with gloom, his hands were fixed on the sword, and he quickly tapped the hemostatic point on his body.

With a hideous pale face, Yushangxi showed her true colors, looked at Fan Qingtian with murderous eyes and said coldly, "Fan Qingtian, you dare to do anything to me! Don't you really want to get rid of it?" Have you taken the medicine?"

Seeing that Yushangxi naively thought that he had been poisoned by the meteorite, Fan Qingtian sneered and said coldly, "Yushangxi, Yushangxi, in the chess game just now, This king will tell you a fact, nothing can be seen on the surface!"

The indifferent voice fell, and Fan Qingtian directly lifted the veil covering the sky meteorite with a burst of energy.

No, it's not a sky meteorite, but a light yellow crystal stone imitating a sky meteorite.

His eyes followed Fan Qingtian's movements, and when Yushangxi saw the fake meteorite crystal stone, Yushangxi's eyes widened, looking extremely horrified.

Taking Yushangxi's expression into consideration at this moment, Fan Qingtian smiled unhurriedly and said, "The sky meteorite is beautiful, but it's a pity that you sent the wrong thing."

"You, you know the sky meteorite!" Yu Shangxi asked in horror with a surprised expression.

"This king really accidentally fell ill with cold, it's because Yushangxi never believed what this king said." Fan Qingtian answered the wrong question.

After hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Yu Shangxi already understood that all of this was Fan Qingtian's arrangement, and she simply pretended to be sick on purpose and acted for him.

And Yushangxi foolishly believed that Fan Qingtian was really poisoned by the meteorite.

Thinking about how a person with such high martial arts skills as Fan Qingtian could easily get sick, it was entirely Fan Qingtian who was trying to lure him into the game.

Yushangxi never expected that Fan Qingtian knew about the meteorite.

Damn!
This means that Fan Qingtian saw through his layout from the very beginning, and planned to turn him into an army from the very beginning!
Such a meticulous thought, he, Yushangxi, must have underestimated Fan Qingtian.

Knowing that Fan Qingtian had turned against the army like this, he was overshadowed, Yushangxi was so angry that his blood rushed to his heart, and a mouthful of blood spattered from Yushangxi's mouth again.

"Yu Shangxi, do you think you're smart? I'm not stupid. If you use this little trick against me, it's no wonder you're doomed to lose and die." Squatting on the ground, he looked at Yu Yu who was glaring at him. Shang Xi, Fan Qingtian's quiet tone was slightly murderous.

Under the gaze of Fan Qingtian, fine cold sweat oozes from Yushangxi's forehead. It is not sweating from pain, but sweating from fear.

After galloping on the battlefield for many years, he has never seen any bloody storms or experienced any horrible things. No one has ever made Yushangxi feel the fear in his heart.

But today, Fan Qingtian and Li Mie made Yushangxi feel the fear from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

Feeling that Fan Qingtian really wanted to kill him, Yushangxi desperately suppressed the fear in his heart, pretending to be calm on his face, and laughed loudly to cover up his inner fear.

The bloodthirsty anger was hidden in the eyes, and Yushangxi thought in his heart that he would never die in the hands of Fan Qingtian. Even if the internal killing was unsuccessful, he still did not lose completely.

A killing light flashed in his eyes, Yu Shangxi suddenly shook his sleeves, a dagger was held in Yu Shangxi's hand, and it arrived at the heart of Fan Qingtian who was close to him as fast as a flash, and said with a sneer, "Fan Qing God, if you want me to die, I can also drag you into hell with me."

After a pause, Yu Shangxi continued sarcastically, "And I brought [-] soldiers and horses, enough to trample your entire royal city and destroy your Mu country, but you still can't kill me."

Thinking that Yushangxi's strength is also a strong soul vein, how could he be solved so easily by Fan Qingtian, then he is not Yushangxi.

The dagger reflected the cold and killing light, Fan Qingtian glanced at the dagger that Yushangxi was holding against his heart, and sneered, the laughter was extremely insolent.

Without taking Yushangxi's move into his heart at all, Fan Qingtian smiled and said, "You think this king will let you bring [-] soldiers and horses into the royal city, are you really not prepared at all?
This lord is not the kind of person who can act on his own will. Of course, whether you want to choose to dig your own grave or submit to this lord is all in your own mind. "

He was overwhelmed by Fan Qingtian's aura, but Yushangxi was unwilling to be forced under Fan Qingtian's body like this.

I don't believe that Fan Qingtian has any ability to suppress his [-] elite soldiers. Even if there are five strong people in the holy vein, Fan Qingtian may not be able to suppress his [-] soldiers.

Besides, Yushangxi has already investigated, and among the strong people around Fan Qingtian who have reached the level of the holy vein, except for Du Xiangxiu who has exposed his strength, no one else is the strong of the holy vein.

There are less than [-] soldiers and horses in Fanqingtianwang City, and now Yushangxi has been arranged by Yuyao, and it is not a problem to win this palace.

With a cold snort, the dagger in Yushangxi's hand had already cut through Fan Qingtian's robe, staining it with a bloody red.

With a grim face, Yu Shangxi said coldly, "Do you think I will believe your words? You have no chance of defeating my [-] troops!"

(End of this chapter)