The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 841 Are You Jun Shiyu Sent To Kill Me?

Spiritual power was mixed with palm wind, and the leader hadn't touched Feng Anran's body before he was struck.

The corners of his mouth were bright red, and he stared at the person a few steps away with his eyes wide open.

Feng Anran looked at the face of the person in front of her, who was pale every inch of her face, and covered Xiao Liucang's eyes with one hand, preventing him from seeing this scene.

"Snapped--"

The leader fell, no longer breathing.

The group of people who followed all turned pale when they saw this scene, and tremblingly said, "You...you killed him..."

The cold wind blows Feng Canglan's hair flying around his ears, Qiu Shui's eyes are not as calm as before, with lingering hostility and evil spirit overflowing.

She stood in front of the pool of blood, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression all over her body. The strong slight pressure made everyone bend their backs uncontrollably.

"Yes." Feng Canglan did not refute, but directly admitted, with a cold smile overflowing from her vermilion lips, "This is what I killed."

"Feng...Feng Canglan killed someone!" A startled roar sounded, and another voice was full of hatred, "Let's go together!"

A group of people who could still move rushed forward, and the movements of these people were like slow motion in her eyes, and it was easy to deal with them with ease.

"Don't be approached by her, keep a distance!"

With one order, everyone dispersed to every corner.

Feng Canglan smiled coldly, flipped and flew away, and was restrained by a vine at the waist just as he jumped up.

Looking along, I saw a person manipulating the vines.

Wood-type spiritual root?

With a struggle with both hands, the vines around her waist were broken inch by inch, and her suspended body fell to the ground.

The frost continued to spread on the ground, extending to Feng Canglan's feet at an extremely fast speed.

Watching the courtyard gradually being frozen, and watching the frost rushing fast.

She moved backwards with three jumps, and finally had no way to retreat. She teleported to the man with the ice spirit root.

He raised his leg and kicked him, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The spiritual power was seriously lost during the fight, Feng Canglan frowned, who planned this matter.

The possibility of Jun Shiyu is unlikely, and there is no need to spend so much trouble.

And these people are not her opponents, rather than plotting to kill her, they are more like arrangements to consume her spiritual power!
Thinking of this, Feng Canglan narrowed her bright eyes, and her movements were as fast as lightning.

Then, sorry!

A blue figure flashed past, and Feng Canglan stopped opposite the main hall.

Because the speed was too fast, the hair on the sideburns was blown flying.

There was a lot of noise just now, and the outside of the palace where the abuse was suddenly extremely quiet.

Those people froze in place, unable to move, only a pair of wandering eyes filled with fear.

"Clap clap clap."

A burst of applause sounded, especially clear outside the quiet hall.

Feng Canglan turned around and turned his head to look for the reputation.

I saw a figure shrouded in a cloak standing on the roof, wearing a mask, unable to see clearly.

"The current body can reach such a level." Sure enough, is he worthy of being his descendant?

Feng Canglan stared at the uninvited guest, and Feng Anran did the same, looking warily at the group of people who appeared suddenly.

"It's a pity that you will disappear forever with your talent."

"Feng Canlan, you shouldn't be alive."

The voice entered his ears, and Feng Canglan's bright eyes were deeply narrowed with a chill.

"You were sent by Jun Shiyu to kill me?"

"No matter who sent it, it will kill you anyway!" The masked and cloaked man struck out with a palm.

Feng Canglan stood at the same spot, feeling the dimming pupils of the slap in the face, jumped and dodged to avoid it perfectly, and the eyes of the figure looking at the roof were dark.

Immortal power!

"You are from the heavens!"

I knew that Jun Shiyu would never let them leave so easily!

The man in the mask and cloak didn't respond, and his moves were vicious and deadly.

Seeing Feng Canglan dodge every time, the pupils under the mask became more vicious.

Out of the corner of her eye fell on the blurry figure standing at the entrance of the hall, she immediately turned her attack direction and aimed at Feng Anran.

Striking a palm with [-]% immortal power, Feng Canglan's pupils suddenly shrank, turning into an afterimage and flying away.

"boom--"

A loud noise exploded, and Xianli shook violently around him.

The man in the cloak saw that the immortal power he had shot was shaken away, and his face under the mask suddenly changed drastically.

Immortal power!

Who is coming!
Glancing at Feng Canglan who was not injured, the cloaked man was unwilling to leave.

As soon as he flew out of Master's mansion, he was blocked by a white figure.

The clear voice was like spring water hitting a stone, clear and pleasant, but mixed with bone-chilling chill, "Phoenix King."

(End of this chapter)