Evil Phoenix Rebirth: Emperor Zun, God-defying Favorite

Chapter 14 Are you greedy for the world of mortals?
The eyes of the remaining four men in black were shocked, barely saving their lives, their arms were numb from the shock and they retreated three feet. They didn't expect the fancy umbrella in their eyes to be so powerful, invulnerable to swords and guns, and of extraordinary rank, like a top-grade spiritual weapon.

With all the thoughts, it seems that Duke Zhen spent a lot of money on his youngest granddaughter.

Their hands are only middle-grade profound weapons, and they don't know how to recognize the master. Unexpectedly, Feng Manqing's hands are actually a high-grade spiritual weapon of the master.

Looking at the sword with a gap in their hands, the four men in black looked at each other in blank dismay: So what about the top-grade spiritual weapon, it is useless for a first-level profound practitioner, it is just a mysterious weapon.

The leader in black had evil thoughts in his heart, killed Feng Manqing, erased her consciousness, and the top-grade spiritual weapon would belong to him.

After the Mandala flew out of the Tonglin Umbrella, few people were given time to think and imagine.

She jumped on tiptoe, her icy blue figure was like light, and her target was the third man in black next to the two dead bodies.

The other party was a fourth-level martial artist. When she saw the unarmed and useless Miss Feng Qi, she rushed towards him, her eyes flickering and mocking.

Even if her speed is impressive, her useless cultivation will never change the fact.

Until the shadow of the mandala came quickly.

The third man in black, with a sneer on his face, raised the broad knife in his hand, preparing to kill Mandala without a place to bury him.

Mandala's figure flashed, and when the man in black raised his knife, he raised his long arm and stretched out his jade hand towards the man in black's gleaming silver blade.

The man in black gave a sneering smile, overthinking his own strength, if a trash wants to take his three-foot-wide knife, then cut off one of your arms first.

The man in black held a broad knife in his hand, and raised the back of the knife, ready to raise it obliquely to the sky, from top to bottom, and cut off the arm of the mandala.

The beautiful eyes with black mandala flowers printed on the mandala blinked slightly, and her lips curled up slightly.

The opponent's series of moves are all in her calculations.

At the wrong time, the moment the back of the knife was raised in the hands of the man in black, Datura's arm stretched towards the blade, bent instantly, and the five fingers of white jade grabbed the back of the broad knife of the man in black.

Shocked for a moment, Mandala looked at his left arm, and quickly manipulated the freezing technique with his mind.

The man in black froze, unable to move for a moment.

Although his appearance looks like an ordinary person, but at this moment, the blade of the broad knife in his hand is covered with mist and a layer of frost.

The lips of the man in black trembled, and he felt that every cell in his body, whether it was the blood flowing or not, had been frozen by the cold for thousands of years.

The man in black stared in shock at Miss Feng Qi, a trash in his eyes.

"Do you still think I'm playing tricks?" Mandala's eyelashes fluttered up and looked at the man in black.

The man in black stared in shock at those beautiful eyes with dark mandala flowers reflected in the abyss.

These beautiful eyes seem to be clear, glamorous, and slightly playful, as if they are greedy for the world of mortals, but in fact they are calm and without a trace of ripples, reflecting that its owner has no desires, no desires, no heart.

The man in black trembled and spoke in panic, he suspected that the woman in front of him was not the good-for-nothing Miss Feng Qi they were familiar with at all.

Mandala blinked at the man in black again.

Bai Baiyu grasped the frosted back of the man in black's broadsword, and without hesitation, pushed it forward smoothly, quickly and accurately.

A slender knife mark sealed the throat of the man in black.

The man in black looked at the mandala with eyes closed.

Didn't he answer her question yet?

"Bang—" the man in black fell to the ground, dying from his own three-foot-wide knife.

(End of this chapter)