The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 631:

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His accent was a bit strange, as if it was deliberately lowered.

Feng Zhiwei frowned - Ning Yi chose such a hard-on approach to protect Xin Ziyan? This doesn't seem like his style.

She smiled slightly and said: "Really..."

It was still a long sound, but before the voice fell, she moved around and suddenly twisted her waist!

"Keng!"

A black sword light suddenly shot out from a strange angle under her side, like a black meteor crossing over in an instant. The uncondensed blood on the ground was stirred up by the blade of the knife, and the bright red peach blossom fan was scattered. Spreading out like a snake, the fan had just opened so charmingly, and with a "chi" sound, the black sword light had already passed through the hall like a snake, and struck into the opponent's sternum!

With a pop, blood spurted out all over the screen like a **** river!

There was a click, and the knife seemed to be ejected by a mechanical spring with great force. It twisted out of the sternum of the man in brown clothes in an instant, broke through the **** map of mountains and rivers on the screen, and shot straight into the back of the screen with a hiss.

There was a dull dull sound, and the sound of someone falling heavily behind the screen. After a while, thick and sticky blood flowed out from behind the collapsed screen.

Feng Zhiwei was half-kneeling in front of the hall, with her black hair disheveled and her face covered in blood. She was holding her three knives and looking at her fourth knife!

The cold winter wind blew up snow and blood foam. Her eyes were as cold as snow, and her face was as cold as snow, and the tips of her swept black hair were covered with blood.

There were dozens of corpses in the hall. She was alone, holding a knife, and killed one person every ten steps she took.

It was as quiet as death on all sides, so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood coagulating.

With a loud sound in the silence, Feng Zhiwei dropped the knife on the ground, raised his head and laughed.

Laughing to tears.

Helian!

I will use your favorite happy method to avenge you!

The winter wind is cold, and the blood flowing out from behind the screen has condensed.

Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at the collapsed screen, where only a light-colored corner of clothes was exposed, soaked in a pool of blood.

Heavily guarded, they fought from the door to the room. The fourth knife she hid finally killed Xin Ziyan. For some reason, she felt no joy at all.

After a while, she stepped forward and walked around the screen.

The person behind the screen was lying on his side with his back to her, his elbows bent in front of his face, his long hair disheveled, and his face invisible.

Feng Zhiwei walked over slowly, squatted down, and lifted Xin Ziyan's elbow.

The opponent's hands are folded and bent in front of his face, a convulsive posture like that of a seriously injured person who is about to die. If you want to see the opponent's face, you must put your hands between the bent arms and pull them apart.

Feng Zhiwei stretched out her fingers.

The fingers are about to touch the opponent's elbow.

The bent elbows suddenly bounced and pressed, pressing her wrists between her arms like lightning. Feng Zhiwei's free hand immediately lifted up, and the other party moved faster, lifting it up with one hand as if playing the piano in the wind. With a quick glance and a flash of fingerlight, it seemed to be as soft as a cloud, but was actually as hard as iron, grabbing her wrist vein.

This man's movements were so fast that it was indescribable. Almost as soon as Feng Zhiwei's finger was passed over, he had already restrained Feng Zhiwei's vitals, while Zong Chen and Feng Zhiwei's guards were still three feet away, unable to rescue her.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and when it passed in the blink of an eye, the dust settled.

Behind the screen and in front of a pool of blood, the two men were lying in a crouching position, looking at each other without blinking.

His fingers held her wrist veins. As long as the inner energy was released, the meridians all over her body would be destroyed, and she would become a useless person even if she did not die.

Her fingers were pressed against his eyes. As long as she moved forward, his eyes would be blinded, and if she moved further, she could pierce his forehead.

A fight can only take one move, each controlling the other's life or death.

Zong Chen had already rushed forward in a flash, but when he saw this scene, he stopped, sighed, and exited the screen.

The **** wind blew in leisurely, blowing the messy hair off her forehead and intertwining it with his hair.

It is like this entanglement that is difficult to break in life.

For a long time Feng Zhiwei sighed softly.

"Your Highness..." She half-knelt, looking at him without blinking, and pointed her finger at his eyes without hesitation, "Where is Xin Ziyan?"

Ning Yi held her wrist in his mouth, leaned against the thin wall behind the screen, and said calmly: "Aren't you satisfied that I am here?"

"Your Highness is willing to trade his own life for that of Chief Xin?" Feng Zhiwei smiled without a smile and shook her head disapprovingly.

No matter what she said or what action she made, the fingers pressing on Ning Yi's eyes did not tremble at all, and the same was true for Ning Yi.

"I originally hoped to trade your life for Mr. Xin's." Ning Yi smiled, "But your vigilance and reactions have always been so impeccable."

Feng Zhiwei also smiled. Ning Yi did know her well enough. He knew that she would avenge Helian, so he would definitely take action himself. He knew that she would be tired and her reaction would be slowed down by attacking and killing all the way. He waited behind the screen to take action in person. Waiting to bargain with her.

"Now His Highness can't threaten my life and ask me to let Xin Ziyan go." Feng Zhiwei gently pushed her finger forward, "Or Your Highness can try to die with me, then Mr. Xin You will be saved."

Ning Yi showed no fear, smiled softly and said, "Yes."

Then he suddenly let go and let go of Feng Zhiwei's wrist pulse.

Feng Zhiwei was startled.

"If I could kill you, why wait until now?" Ning Yi let go and closed his eyes, "Mr. What's yours is all for me in the final analysis. In that case, why not clear it all at once?"

He leaned back with a smile, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes in silence. He actually looked like he was ready to take action.

Feng Zhiwei’s fingers pressed on his eyes.

With just a gentle send-off, all these grievances and embarrassments seem to be settled.

The eyes under the fingers trembled slightly due to the pressure, the skin touched was warm and soft, eyes... eyes...

"From now on, let me be your eyes."

A sentence suddenly hit my mind like a hurricane.

The sixteen-year-old **** the cliff in Jiyang raised her face with a warm and sincere expression.

One is blind and the other is injured, and we fight against the pursuit together. The journey we walked together back then, the light and shadow come back in an instant.

Feng Zhiwei’s fingers trembled.