Therefore, when he saw that Feng Yifei did not hesitate to risk his life to nail Xi Liao's feet there, causing him to suffer heavy injuries both physically and psychologically, he immediately swung his sword and used the "slash" sword momentum in the "Iron Sword Thirteen Styles" that he learned from Jian Thirty.

The target is directed at Xi Liao's fist.

After the silver light, there is the red light.

Xi Liao let out a miserable cry, and his hands were broken off at the wrist, like an eagle with broken wings, one sword and two eagles.

Xi Liao didn't seem to understand yet, and looked at the two hands that had lost their color and spirituality that had fallen under his feet, as if he hadn't realized that they were his own hands.

The blood finally burst out, staining the bluestone slab under his feet and the cold moonlight above his head.

Bing Ji, still with a bewitching and charming smile, looked at Feng Feifei, as if it was not her companion who was hit hard by her at this moment, but an irrelevant person, even a bison.

The evil pupil, still with a cold face, the heavy pupils that turned slightly red exuded a cold light, he could have reminded Xi Liao that the sudden change in the sword momentum of Feng Feifei made him not negligent, but—maybe he knew that even if he prompted, Xi Liao would be too late, or perhaps, he was too lazy to prompt, Xi Liao's life and death had nothing to do with him.

Xi Liao was still looking at the hands lying quietly at his feet in a daze, as if at the same time that Feng Fei flew out of his sword and cut off his hands, he also cut off his consciousness.

And Xi Liao's brief loss of consciousness is the best time to decide the victory.

Feng Feifei can be regarded as an old Jianghu, so he seized this short opportunity, and when Xi Liao had not yet reacted, his body twisted, his wrist shook, and then the elasticity of the sword blade, lightly on the bluestone slab, the sword blade bent, bent, like a full bow.

When the blade of the sword was bent to the fullest, it suddenly straightened, and the huge elasticity immediately bounced out Feng Feifei's body that was still hanging in mid-air, like a shot sword, like a white bird rising into the sky, with a flick of his wrist, he used the "teasing" sword momentum in the "Iron Sword Thirteen Styles".

The sword is out, and the sword is closed.

Feng Feifei's body returned to the ground, fluttering, her right foot was on tiptoe, her left leg was slightly bent, and the night wind blowing from which direction it blew her green silk.

Then, put away your sword and get up.

Xi Liao's body still maintained the stunned posture when his wrist was broken just now, but his pupils were slowly expanding, diverging, and then shattering and losing his brilliance.

Then, the silver crystal armor all over the body shattered in unison, sprinkled all over the ground, like dewdrops rolling down from the lotus leaves along the veins on a summer night, swaying in the hazy night light.

Xi Liao suddenly fell, and his back was like the fall of Mount Tai.

On his feet, there is still a sword that flies in the wind.

The two swords, piercing through the surface of his feet, still could not stop the trend of his huge body collapsing.

And from the lower abdomen of Xi Liao to the throat, a long red line was drawn by Feng Feifei's "flirting" sword momentum.

The red line suddenly bursts.

The rhino was disemboweled, like a bison slaughtered on a chopping board.

Heart, liver, gallbladder and lungs, a drop drifting, and, blood......

And the rocks that his body loaded when it was poured down immediately buried it all.

It's as if nothing happened just now, and as if there is no such person as Xi Liao in the world.

All this is just a phantom.

Xi Liao died, but Feng Feifei himself was also injured by the fist wind of the special move "Rhino Horn" that Xi Liao attacked before he died, although he was greatly traumatized physically and mentally, but after the heavy punch, Feng Feifei still felt a heart-like pain in the shoulder blade of his right shoulder.

The bones seemed to be shattered.

But Feng Feifei didn't bother to check his injuries at all, and hurriedly ran towards Feng Yi, who was half-dead and almost buried with the rhino Liao.

After being hit many times by Xi Liao's special skill "Rhino Horn", although Feng Yifei has not died, his qi veins are already very weak.

The nose, the corners of the mouth, and the gushing out were all blood.

Seeing that Feng Feifei finally succeeded, Feng Yifei wiped the gushing blood with his sleeve, supported the ground with his hands, struggled, and seemed to want to stand up, but his physical strength was really a little exhausted, and he stumbled and fell down again.

Feng Feifei held his armpit and slowly helped him up, looking at the corpse of Xi Liao buried by scattered rocks, looking at Bing Ji and the evil pupil who were still watching coldly on the side, and then looked at Feng Feifei, and suddenly said: One.

Feng Feifei also smiled.

She suddenly turned around, looked at Bing Ji and Evil Pupil, who were still standing there with indifferent faces, and bit her lip, as if she was trying her best to endure the pain in her heart, and as if she was thinking about how to bury these two people with the same idea of mountain rocks, but she didn't come up with it, so she had to look at the wind and fly, and said slowly:

yes, right now, there are two left.

Feng Yifei said: That's right, one of us, very fair.

Looking at what they meant, it seemed that they didn't pay attention to the injuries of their true power being exhausted and losing too much blood at all, let alone the two ice queens and evil pupils in front of them, who were ready to make a new round of attacks on them.

And Bing Ji and Evil Hitomi didn't seem to be angered by their tone and expression, let alone make any sad or angry expressions because of the death of their companion.

They seemed to feel that Xi Liao's death was deserved.

For the best killer of Ogikagami Palace, the most arrogant assassin in the rivers and lakes, perhaps, there is no better treatment than dying in battle with the enemy.

After seeing that Feng Yifei and Feng Feifei were half-dead but still insisted on making an aggressive appearance, Bing Ji even laughed.

It's still that bewitching, seductive smile.

He shook the black enchantress chain wrapped around his left arm, as if he was playing with his beloved little green snake, and the enchanting pupils of the bewitching Ye revealed not only cruelty, but more disdain, and said:

It seems that you still have a bit of ability, and you actually killed the most powerful rhino Liao in our "crystal warriors", yes, yes, really good.

The demon red on the heavy pupils of the evil pupil is slowly thickening, which is a sign that the murderous aura is getting heavier and heavier, but the tone of his voice has not changed in the slightest, just watching the wind fly, and said:

You're right, right now, we're exactly one against one, but I'm sure you'll regret why you weren't killed by Xi Liao's fist.

Because you will have to endure even more terrible torture next, now, let me give you a good idea of what is truly terrifying about the Crystal Warriors.

Feng Yifei's face was full of disdain, and he said: Hmph, crystal warrior, it's just that.

Speaking of this, he suddenly pointed to the corpse that was buried by the rubble in the mountains, snorted coldly, and said: Because in the end, you will all end up lying here like him.

The expression on Bing Ji's face became even more enchanting, and she took a few steps forward towards him, and said: Ha, you are still so hard-mouthed when you are dying, come, come, come, let me greet you well.

Feng Feifei blocked his way, looked him up and down, and the corners of his mouth didn't know whether he was surprised or mocked, and said coldly:

Women should play with women, I think, let me play with you, to see if I, a woman who looks like a man, is good, or you, a man who looks like a woman, is good.

Although Bing Ji behaves like a woman in words and deeds, what she hates in her life is that others say that he is like a woman, just like eunuchs hate others saying that they don't have cocks.

Therefore, after hearing Feng Feifei's ridicule about "men are not men and women", his long dai-like eyebrows twitched slightly, and his expression became more bewitching and charming.

It was a sign of a rise in murderous intent.