I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 38 Can you talk properly now?

The ice under Beigong Boyu's feet turned into a ladder and rushed into the air.

Reach out and grasp this sword that has fallen from the sky and is made of purple-black gemstone.

The sword was trembling, obviously unwilling to submit to Beigong Boyu.

Beigong Boyu held the sword in both hands, and the jade liquid in his body was poured into his palms as if it were free, turning into black ice that chilled him to the bone marrow.

It seems to be freezing the Sky Sword.

Upon seeing this, the phoenix took off into the air.

Her hands also grasped the hilt of the sword, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was unknown.

The hilt of the sword was seven inches long, but Feng Huang just happened to hold Beigong Boyu's hands.

Two people, four hands, clasped together tightly.

The Purple Jade Sky Sword seemed to sense something and gradually calmed down, allowing the two men to hold it.

A smile appeared on Beigong Boyu's lips. He raised the Purple Jade Sky Sword in his right hand and laughed.

"Hahaha!"

“I didn’t expect that this trip to the Sword Ruins would yield such a reward!”

"Destiny belongs to my Beigong family!"

Feng Huang was also very excited. The stronger Beigong Boyu became, the more powerful the Beigong family would become.

Her future will be brighter.

Just when Beigong Boyu stopped suppressing himself and became carried away by success.

His personal guards came hurriedly: "General..."

Before the personal guards could say anything, the sword flashed past.

The expressions on the guards' faces didn't change in time, and they continued talking.

"Two hundred miles away, we discovered..."

thump!
There was an extremely tiny but smooth wound from the soldier's shoulder to his waist.

Beigong Boyu suppressed the excitement on his face.

Feng Huang was amazed in his heart: "What a divine sword! That is a personal soldier wearing bright light armor."

"I couldn't even feel any pain, and my body split in two."

Beigong Boyu wanted to put his "Purple Jade Sky Sword" into the storage bag.

But the Purple Jade Sky Sword seemed extremely resistant.

Bang!
The Beigong family's special high-quality storage bag exploded into dust.

Beigong Boyu had no choice but to appear in the commander's tent carrying this very special sword.

Another personal soldier discovered that there were only Beigong Boyu and Feng Huang.

The person who just delivered the message did not come back with him.

I have already guessed the other party's ending.

"General, a message has just been sent back from the outpost two hundred miles away."

"They saw two people falling from a crack in the sky."

"Yang's army and our army will move out together."

"The sentry post commander is worried that this is a trap set by Yang's army."

"Only one person was rescued."

"Please let the General decide!"

Beigong Boyu looked at Feng Huang and said, "You go!"

"I think you should know the key points very well!"

Feng Huang glanced at the purple jade sky sword beside Beigong Boyu and nodded.

He took a squad of cavalrymen and headed towards the checkpoint.

Ever since Feng Chen's death, Feng Huang's greatest obsession was not to take charge of the Kamikaze Hall, but to kill Feng Xuan.

But since Feng Chen's death, Feng Xuan seemed like a different person.

Not only did he make friends with Zhao Gongli, one of the best masters in the county.

I don't know what despicable means he used to get a place in the Taoist academy.

I see Feng Xuan in the Taoist temple every day, but I can't kill him.

For Feng Huang, this has become her obsession and a great insult to her.

At this moment, looking at the unconscious Feng Xuan.

She wanted to strangle the other person to death.

However, Beigong Boyu’s previous hints were already quite obvious.

Also falling from the sky, Feng Xuan should know some details about the Purple Jade Sky Sword.

"I'll let you live a little longer!"

"Brother Yu, my murderous intention towards you is no weaker than mine!"

She ordered her attendants: "Strip him of his clothes."

"Tie him into a ponytail and drag him back!"

Feng Xuan happened to wake up at this moment, looking at himself tied up and the familiar mask in front of him.

He didn't scream or struggle for mercy.

He just sighed softly: "Ah!"

The breath in his mouth turned into Gengjin sword energy, which cut through the hemp ropes that bound his hands and feet like cutting tofu.

"As expected, like rulers determine like ministers."

"The Jiang Kingdom, established only a hundred years ago, has already reached its end!"

Feng Xuan walked in front of Feng Huang and stretched out his right hand.

"Feng Xuan, if you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

"Rude remarks and trespassing into the military camp."

"Even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince protects you, you won't be able to escape unscathed!"

Feng Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to the crazy Feng Huang: "Give me back my things."

"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge."

Feng Huang's eyes flickered, and he made a few gestures with his hands behind his back.

After the ten people stationed at the checkpoint and the five people brought by Feng Huang received the signal.

They formed a formation, with three men holding bows, standing on the watchtower, looking down from above, ready to shoot at any time.

Six elite sword and shield soldiers, holding large shields, pressed forward from the front, back, left and right of Feng Xuan.

The remaining few people held spears and aimed at Feng Xuan through the gaps in their shields.

As long as Feng Huang gave the order, several holes would immediately appear on Feng Xuan's body.

She looked at Feng Xuan proudly: "As long as you are willing to kneel down and lick my shoes."

"I will spare your life."

"After all, you are his only blood relative in the world!"

Feng Xuan was so perceptive that he could tell from Feng Huang's abnormal psychology just by hearing her words.

"I've always been curious. You and I grew up together."

"You're even engaged to me."

"But why do you always put me in..."

Feng Huang punched Feng Xuan angrily.

He shouted, "Shut up!"

"I have no engagement with you!"

"I'm killing you because anyone who gets close to you will suffer misfortune!"

"You are the source of the disaster."

"Only by getting rid of you can Ping'an County be truly peaceful."

“Only then will I be truly at peace!”

There was even more doubt in Feng Xuan's eyes.

There was a hint of wind blade on Feng Huang's fist.

Feng Xuan snorted coldly, and sword energy surged between his fingers.

The sword energy, as swift as the wind, brushed against Feng Huang's neck and tore the mask on her face.

Revealing a face with handsome features but twisted, ugly and hideous appearance.

"what!"

"How is it possible! How is it possible!"

Feng Huang whispered hysterically, causing the sergeant and the squad leader to frown.

Whoosh!
Another ray of sword energy passed by, and a strand of Feng Huang's hair fell down mixed with a few drops of crimson.

Whoosh whoosh!
Archers have excellent eyesight, and it is their duty to protect the commander even without orders.

At the same time as Feng Xuan shot out the second sword energy, the bows and arrows in their hands also flew away.

The moment the large shield and spear saw the bow and arrow, they also pressed down.

No matter how sharp Feng Xuan's sword energy was, it could not cut through the large cold iron shield carefully forged by Jiang Guotian's workshop.

"Here comes the sword!"

Ever since Bixue Changfeng drank Feng Xuan's blood essence, he has developed a certain degree of resonance with him.

Hearing Feng Xuan's call, a blood-red long sword flew out from the storage bag on Feng Huang's waist.

Following Feng Xuan's wishes, one turned into four.

Three sword shadows pierced through the three archers on the platform at the same time.

The last sword was held in Feng Xuan's palm, and the three-inch sword energy was swallowed and exhaled, moving with his body and making a circle.

Together with the elite soldiers holding large cold iron shields, they were divided into two groups.

The tip of the sword was against Feng Huang's throat, and strands of blood gathered along the wound in front of Feng Huang's throat.

"Can you talk properly now?"

(End of this chapter)