Chapter 872 Zhao Jingfeng’s Threat
But now, the plan that lasted for hundreds of years fell short just before the finishing touch.
Zhao Mingyuan was really unwilling to give up like this.
"We will retreat temporarily today, but we can pass the news of Su Twelve's comeback to the Demon Shadow Palace. With the Demon Shadow Palace's hatred for this boy, it is impossible to do nothing."
"Although Jinchan Temple and Wuji Sect were destroyed, there must be a few powerful monks from the two sects who escaped. If Huanxing Sect is preserved, it is likely that Huanxing Sect will seek help from Huanxing Sect."
"If the Huanxing Sect and Demonic Shadow Palace can confront each other again, it will be an opportunity to consume the vitality of both parties, which may not be a good thing for the dynasty!"
Sun Wenzhu spoke quickly and continued to explain to Zhao Mingyuan, analyzing the pros and cons.
Hearing this, Zhao Mingyuan took a deep breath, and some color returned to his ugly face. Trying his best to calm down, knowing that there was nothing he could do and no longer wasting time, he nodded.
"What you said is not a solution, let everyone withdraw!"
After saying this, Zhao Mingyuan's body trembled slightly, unable to hide his fatigue.
Then his body swayed and he turned into a stream of light and flew back to the luxurious spaceship behind.
At the same time, everyone from the Zhao Dynasty flew back to thirteen flying boats one after another. Zhao Jingfeng's voice sounded from halfway up the mountainside of Huanxing Sect.
"Su Twelve, I really didn't expect that you would hide so deeply. I never expected that with your personality, you would take such a big risk to save everyone in the Huanxing Sect."
"Congratulations! You are now the savior of the Huanxing Sect. After this battle, you will be famous all over the world!"
"However, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. If I am right, your main purpose this time...should still be this little girl, right?"
Zhao Jingfeng's sinister voice echoed in the mountains, and before he could finish his words, he had already attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.
Only then did everyone notice that at this moment, he was squeezing Feng Fei's neck.
Feng Fei was extremely sad
, he was seriously injured when he was forced to pulse pulse earlier, coupled with the huge gap in cultivation level.
At this moment...there is no way he can fight back at all.
He didn't even have the strength to struggle.
"Zhao Jingfeng, you... are looking for death!"
Su Twelve followed the sound, his eyes filled with anger.
Peiran's true energy surged out, and before it could be condensed into a move, his body swayed and collapsed in the air.
The battle with Sun Wenyuan just now was a fluke to win.
At this moment...it was obvious that he no longer had any ability to make any move.
"Looking for death? Do you still have the ability to take action now?"
"You are indeed not bad at all. You have ruined the dynasty's plan three times and four times, causing serious losses to the dynasty. It has also caused my king to lose face!"
"But... so what? Back then, you were willing to take risks and go to Wuliuyuan to save this little girl. Today... you are taking such a big risk to come to Huanxing Sect for her. She must be of extraordinary significance in your heart. Very important, right?”
Zhao Jingfeng looked at Su Twelve from a distance, half smiling and half angry. He was obviously gritting his teeth and itching with hatred, but he was laughing wildly.
Amid laughter, the hand holding Feng Fei's hand kept tightening. The latter was attacked, his breath became weaker and weaker, and he unconsciously let out a painful whimper.
"you……"
Su Twelve's eyes widened angrily, and he clenched his fists. Before he could finish his words, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his expression became even more dispirited.
With this look, it looked as if the injury was further aggravated by a sudden attack of anger.
But no one noticed that there was a light flashing in his eyes.
This trip is naturally for
He came to rescue Feng Fei, but before that, his attention was entirely on Sun Wenyuan, and only on Sun Wenyuan.
If the giants in the Nascent Soul stage are not solved, how can we save people?
But he didn't expect that this would give Zhao Jingfeng an opportunity.
At the moment, Feng Fei is controlled by the other party, and his life and death are all a matter of a thought. If you want to save people, there is only one way, and that is to try to hold them back.
Time...is the life of little girl Feng Fei!
"Master...Master, no...leave me alone!"
"Being your disciple in this life is already a blessing for three lifetimes! If there is an afterlife, I will still be your disciple!"
"It's just a pity...my grandfather..."
Feng Fei didn't know what Su Twelve was thinking. Her breath was weak at the moment. Seeing Su Twelve vomiting blood, she hurriedly struggled and shouted sadly.
As he said this, he thought that after his death, his frozen grandfather would be afraid that no one would take care of him anymore, and tears could not help but flow out.
"Hahaha... What a touching scene!"
Zhao Jingfeng smiled more and more wildly, planning to kill Feng Fei with one move. Seeing Su Twelve's miserable appearance, listening to Feng Fei's shrill cries, he changed his mind but did not rush to take his life, but stared at Su Twelve with a playful expression.
I have suffered so much, how can it be enough just to see the other person sad?
"Insolent! Put me down for this old man!" Seeing this, Master Tianhong shrank his pupils, and without even thinking, he moved his sword, carried the wind and waves, and went straight towards Zhao Jingfeng, exuding great power.
He knew that Su Twelve had no power to make any moves at this time.
He even knew how much Su Twelve valued this apprentice.
At present, the crisis in the Huanxing Sect has been temporarily resolved. If something happens to Su Twelve's disciples, he doesn't know what will happen to Su Twelve.
but
In his heart... he absolutely couldn't bear it, let alone sit idly by.
But... before Master Tianhong could rush forward, two figures appeared, blocking him.
"Senior Brother Tianhong! If you really want to take action, I... can help you stretch your muscles."
"Pei Feihong? You, a traitor, do you deserve to be called Senior Brother? And you...Lin Ran, it is in vain that Lao Chan values you so much. I never expected that you would disappoint Lao Chan like this."
"I have no time to talk to you two now. Get out of here now and you can still survive. Otherwise...I will trace the origin of the sect now!!!"
His eyes fell on the two people in front of him. Master Tianhong had anger in his eyes, and he angrily scolded each other.
"Tracing back to the original source? Then... I will learn from Brother Tianhong's clever trick!"
The monk surnamed Pei had no intention of getting out of the way. He worked for Zhao Jingfeng in order to give the Zhao Dynasty a better name.
He spoke indifferently, and as soon as he finished speaking, he took action first, and a white bone nail shot out from his mouth and went straight to Master Tianhong's eyebrows.
Master Tianhong had a cold face and remained calm. His flying swords emitted colorful brilliance and intertwined into a continuous sword network in front of him.
Every move shows full confidence. Master Tianhong still has some confidence in his own strength.
Facing Zhao Mingyuan and his ilk, they may not be able to gain the upper hand.
But dealing with the monk named Pei is not difficult in his opinion.
However, before Master Tianhong could use his move, flames suddenly burst out from Lin Ran's palm on the other side, and the raging fire was filled with evil aura.
The evil spirit swept over him, Master Tianhong's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"This aura... is actually a move from Fenru Yaoshu, one of the top ten evil skills in ancient times?! If I remember correctly, there is only one person in Muyun Prefecture who can use this skill to such an extent..."
