Just when Feng Feifei was completely immersed in it, he saw the corners of Bing Ji's bud-like mouth twitch slightly, revealing a bewitching and cruel smile.

The black chain of the enchantress in his hand also moved.

Then, with a flick of his hand, Feng Feifei's whole person flew out, flying into the air, over the blood-covered mountain rocks, and towards the farther wind......

And not far away, is ...... It's the cliff.

Boundless cliffs.

In order to blend in with the beautiful scenery of the Ethereal Mountain, Fujia Villa is built completely according to the steepness of the mountain, without a wall.

In other words, out of the pavilions and pavilions of Fujia Villa, it is a cliff.

Not to mention the backyard of this Fujia Villa.

With the chain of black enchantresses that Bing Ji trembled, Feng Feifei's people were about to fall under the cliff, and Feng Yifei, who was originally confronting the evil pupil, suddenly flew up and chased after him.

While flying, he grabbed the violet rattan wrapped around the mountain, and swung it out at the moment when Feng Feifei's body fell into the cliff.

The rattan wrapped around Feng Feifei's waist.

Although the inertia generated by the wind flying and falling with the phoenix also fell for a long time, it finally caught it.

The rattan with the stinger immediately cut Feng Yifei's hand.

Blood, red blood slowly flowed down the rattan.

He dyed his clothes red, and the bluestone slabs under his feet red.

But he still hasn't let go.

Because he knows what it means to let go of himself.

When the hand that was bleeding too much and grabbed the rattan was a little numb, and the rattan began to slide again, he shook his hand suddenly and wrapped the rattan around his waist.

He wanted to use his body to stop Feng Feifei from continuing to slide.

After his body stabilized, he began to pull up, hard, hard, as if he wanted to pull Feng Feifei, who was about to fall off the cliff, up......

However, Ice Hime's black chain of enchantresses flew over again.

This time, however, the target of the attack was Wind Fly.

Just when the chain of black enchantresses flew over and was about to hit Feng Yifei's head, Feng Yifei suddenly misturned, and the chain of black enchantresses was wrapped around his hand that grabbed the rattan to prevent Feng Feifei's body from falling.

Feng Feifei staggered, and as soon as his hand was loosened, Feng Feifei's body fell down for a long time.

As soon as the wind flew and saw that the situation was not good, he quickly closed his body, and the rattan that would continue to slide grasped and pulled.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his heart, that is, he can't let go even if he dies.

Bing Ji smiled coldly and snorted coldly: As soon as the wind flies, don't insist anymore, now, even if you pull her up, it's useless.

Feng Feifei has been hit by my black enchantress chain, the nerves of his whole body have been shattered, and the physical body is slowly dying with the death of the spirit, and it is useless to save it.

She has become a burden to you, so let go of that rattan and fight with me well, perhaps, you still have a chance to live.

Here, let it go, and fight it out with me.

As he spoke, he took back the black enchantress chain and wrapped it around his left arm again, but the round lock at the top remained in mid-air, like the head of a viper waiting to be ambushed.

Feng Yifei's body staggered.

And Feng Feifei's body took advantage of the situation to fall for a long distance.

Moreover, after these many times of up and down friction, the rattan tied to Feng Feifei's waist has also been ground out of several cracks.

As long as you exert a little force, there is a danger of breaking.

Feng Yifei screamed miserably, quickly stabilized his body, and stopped the rattan from continuing to slide, and then, looking at Bing Ji angrily, said coldly:

Hmph, to deal with you, even this is enough, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you and send you on the road to hell.

As he spoke, he wrapped the rattan around his waist and wanted to advance and retreat with Feng Feifei.

Bing Ji's long eyebrows raised slightly, and snorted coldly: What? What a stubborn guy, even if you die, you won't let go of Feng Feifei?

The wind flew and said unusually resolutely: Because I know that now, as long as I relax a little, Mrs. Jiang will fall off this bottomless cliff and be crushed to pieces, so I must not let go, and I will not let go of death.

Bing Ji changed her tone slightly, and she didn't know whether she was persuading or tempting, and said: "But, I said, Feng Feifei is no different from a dead person now, why are you still so stubborn?

Speaking of this, the trace of cruelty hanging on the corner of his mouth stretched more thoroughly, and said: Okay, let me see how long you can endure it?

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the black chain of the enchantress wrapped around the wrist of Bing Ji's left arm seemed to suddenly have life, and the round lock that had been floating in the air suddenly shook, and it flew out again.

Inserted into the chest of Feng Yifei.

Moreover, a chain incarnates innumerable, like a wriggling viper.

Bing Ji stretched out her left arm, letting the chain of black enchantresses extend to her heart's content, leaping, the corners of her mouth were full of seductive smiles, and she looked at Feng Yifei and said:

Hey, the wind is flying, forget it, forget it, let's let it go quickly, as soon as you let go, it is equivalent to throwing away the burden, and there is a chance to fight back, it is better for others to die than to die yourself.

Blood, big pools of blood, big pools of water.

From the wind flew the chest, arms, thighs......

Feng Yifei only felt an indescribable burning pain all over his body, like thousands of poisonous snakes devouring and biting......

The eyes of the white-haired old servant hiding behind the rocks had an indescribable indifference and calmness, motionless, staring at everything that was happening in front of him.

As if all this had nothing to do with him.

Although Feng Feifei was about to fall off the cliff at this moment, Feng Yifei risked his life to pull her up, but he was in danger of being devoured by ten thousand snakes. Although judging from his eyes and his body, he seems to have peerless martial arts, he doesn't seem to have the slightest appearance of wanting to come to the rescue.

Who is this person?

Why so calm?

Or, what is the purpose of him sneaking into Fujia Mountain Villa and lurking beside Feng Feifei?

Feng Feifei and Feng Feifei were about to die at the same time, but the white-haired old servant not only did not come to the rescue, but even completely hid the figure that originally exposed the tip of the iceberg.

Because at this time, a voice suddenly came from the door, like a gust of wind, and said: Bingji, you can stop in moderation.

Who is it?

Bing Ji's left hand shook the black chain of the enchantress and shook suddenly, and she turned to look at the people, and found that there were two people in white robes who appeared in the doorway.

One tall and one short, one male and one female.

The corners of Bing Ji's mouth returned to that kind of bewitching and charming smile again, and said slowly: Oh, it turned out to be Lord Kuaidao Xiangfang, have you already solved Zhuo Bufan and come to Fujia Villa?

The voice of the fast knife to Fang Fang was as calm as ever, staring at the half-dead wind flying, the originally dilated pupils suddenly contracted, and said in a deep voice:

This person, after all, is Zhuo Bufan's good friend, so don't tease him anymore, just give him a happy understanding.

At this moment, although Feng Yifei's consciousness had slowly faded with the rush of blood, he also noticed the white-robed man who suddenly walked in the courtyard.