The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1793 You are still defeated, in my hands
Feng Canglan's face turned pale.

Seeing that Su Ling's spiritual consciousness left the body immediately, the sword of the gods has its own tracking magic energy.

The moment Su Ling left the body, it was a blink of an eye.

Po Tian turned back with a sword, and a gust of wind blew across his face.

Feng Canglan's pupils dilated inch by inch, the blood on his face faded rapidly, and he roared sharply, "An Ran—"

Su Ling's spiritual consciousness possessed An Ran, and seeing the devastating blow, a bright but bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

She looked at Feng Canglan, watched her face full of fear, admired her panic, and smiled brighter and brighter.

With a smile on his face, Feng Canglan, this is your move.

The swords of the gods can't hurt me, but they can make Feng Anran's soul fly away.

"It was you who killed Feng Anran with your own hands."

Su Ling spits out words and laughs viciously.

"You can't use the time ban."

She laughed, laughing madly, full of provocation.

Feng Canglan can't kill, can't kill!

Then make her miserable!

Life is better than death!

Today she said that she will kill Feng Anran with her own hands!I will also watch with my own eyes that the Subduing Demon Pestle falls into the seal again!
Thinking of this, Su Ling's blood boiled all over, and his eyes were full of morbid excitement.

You are a high god, you are the god of the three worlds in the palm of your hand!
So what if you are a god above the laws of heaven!

In the end, it was still defeated.

A complete failure.

With Jun Shiyu, she lost.

At other times, Feng Canglan would be her defeater for anything!
Su Ling's smile spread wantonly, and her excited and crazy gaze passed over Feng Canglan, whose eyes were about to split open and full of fear, and looked at the vast, snow-capped distance behind her.

Jun Shiyu, why haven't you come yet.

Look, she is no worse than Feng Canglan!She is better than Feng Canglan in everything!

Scheming, strategy, and ruthlessness.

Look, Feng Canglan was defeated by my hands and fell at my feet.

I can't compare to her! ?

where!

The sword energy of the gods passed by, Feng Canglan hissed and roared, "An Ran—"

Feng Canglan's voice soared into the sky, Feng Anran, who was possessed by Su Ling, was stunned, her facial features were ferocious.

The main body Feng Anran and the possessed Su Ling are vying for control of the body, "Is the body of the goddess, something in the gutter like you can imagine!"

Feng Anran scrambled for the upper hand, and Feng Canglan, who rushed over quickly, saw her regain consciousness, and roared, "Get out of the way!"

"Anran get out of the way!"

The roar pierced the sky, but Feng Anran did not dodge, but took the drop of blood engulfed by the devil energy and sent it into the demon pestle with his own hands.

Feng Canglan's pupils suddenly trembled.

At this moment, the surrounding scene seems to be going backwards, and the surroundings are dark.

Only where Feng Anran was was there was a beam of light.

And she could only watch helplessly as the sword energy of the gods' swords rushed towards her.

"Sister..." Feng Anran sent the blood drop into the subduing pestle with her own hands, and said in a soft voice full of joy, "Anran said that Anran is a god and can protect sister."

She snatched control, her voice trembling, "Look, An Ran succeeded..."

"boom--"

There was a loud explosion, and the snow that exploded suddenly rose.

The sword energy of the gods hit Su Ling, who had lost her spiritual consciousness in an instant, with a wild and wanton smile.

"Feng Canglan, you are still defeated by me after all."

"Unfortunately, too few people saw it."

"I really want to record your embarrassment and let everyone..."

Her excited voice stopped abruptly, and the rolled up snow flew down.

Countless white snow fell, and Su Ling passed through the layers of falling snowflakes, and her gaze was fixed on the opposite figure...

(End of this chapter)