Strongest Eccentric Consort Chapter 1949: Stupid!

"Master!"

"Unparalleled!"

"Damn!" In the iron cage, the people of the Tianshan Sword Sect all roared coldly and angry.

The long swords on their bodies were unsheathed, and the terrifying clanging sword sound was deafening!

For a time, the sword qi in the iron cage is vertical and horizontal!

The three saints and Lin Qingge who had escaped the catastrophe all had their faces sinking like water and bowed their heads respectfully, but they were very flustered in their hearts.

The people above let them take four.

But in such a short period of time, the two most valuable people have had accidents one after another... Now, even if they take down the other two people, I am afraid that the big men above the holy tower will be angry!

He guessed well.

At this time, above the holy tower, the person who had previously attacked Jian Wushuang looked down stiffly...

He just wanted to stop Jian Wushuang, but he didn't expect that... he would kill Jian Wushuang!

It wasn't his intention!

Even if he wants to kill Jian Wushuang, he still wants to kill Jian Wushuang only after he has obtained the holy fortune in Jian Wushuang's body and the veins on the white jade seat!

Instead of now, if you don't get anything from him, you will do it. At this time, his death is still a lot of trouble for Santa! Before they were only forced to hand over things, Tianshan Jianzong might be able to endure it, but now people are dead...

How can those sword cultivators who are indomitable and willing to die?

"Stupid!"

Beside him, another white-haired, immortal old man was furious and slapped the man in the face: "Who told you to shoot?"

Boom!

The man was fanned out, his body kept retreating, and he hit the wall with a loud noise!

"There can be no more accidents!" The big figures in the tower all had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. The top five of the lines on the Shengyun and white jade seats were the most helpful to the stars.

Now the number one Lou Qianxue is in the Holy Land. The Holy Land can only be opened once every ten years. I am afraid I can't wait.

The second Jian Wushuang died.

The third prince, Yu Yu, is doomed!

Only fourth and fifth left.

In any case, there can be no more problems - otherwise, their calculations will be completely lost... or, in this situation, they have already lost!

"Catch those Mu Zhanfeng and Xuehua immediately!"

They lay down their orders on the tower guards and tower powers below!

At this time.

Mu Zhanfeng stood there dumbfounded, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, his face twisted, and the expression on his face was unrecognizable.

Xuehua calmed down instead. She seemed to have forgotten the environment she was in. She even raised a shallow smile on her indifferent and beautiful face, and gently wiped the blood from Jian Wushuang's lips, her fingers nostalgic. rubbing his facial features that have lost their temperature...

Sweep!

The tower guards and the saint tower masters surrounded Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng one after another.

"You've seen what happened to the two of them, and if you're obsessed with it, then they're what happened to you—or..."

Another icy and fierce coercion fell on the iron cage: "Do you only agree to let me kill them one by one?"

At this moment, Shengta has lost all face, even if they take it by force, even if they threaten and intimidate, they will get what Xuehua and Mu Zhanfeng have mastered!

"Heh..." Xuehua slowly raised his head as if he was awakened, looking at them with cold, hateful and ruthless eyes, and was unwilling to speak to them.

She was half-kneeling on the ground, holding Jian Wushuang's body, holding Jian Wushuang's hands and hugging her body, interlocking her fingers with those warm hands, and then slowly closing her eyes...

Seeing her ignoring her, the Santa guards slowly pushed forward, but saw that Xuehua didn't respond.