Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"Of course not!"

With a clear, melodious voice followed by the sound of metal clashing, Feng Xuanyi and Qiu Zifan began their fight.

"Feng Xuanyi, you're already injured, you can't beat me!"

Qiu Zifan smiled coldly, his eyes filled with fierce intent as he looked at Feng Xuanyi.

The reason they had planned to keep Feng Xuanyi from coming to rescue people was to keep him occupied. They had even laid an ambush on him before, but they didn't expect him to still come.

"It's not over yet, how do you know?"

Feng Xuanyi stared coldly at him, his long sword wielded with impenetrable skill, the fine rain of swords seemingly enveloping the entire person.

Qiu Zifan didn't stop either; their relationship was intense and passionate.

"Xiao Yan'er is so kind, we tried to persuade you to break off the engagement with kind words, but you refused. You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Clearly, Qiu Zifan harbors a great deal of prejudice against Feng Xuanyi.

He really couldn't understand what was so good about this man in front of him that Xiao Yan'er liked him so much.

There were so many men standing there, and not every one of them was better than him.

It really is!!

However, Qiu Zifan did not dare to harm Feng Xuanyi, especially since Feng Xuanyi was injured.

He wasn't a soft-hearted person, but he was afraid of hurting Feng Xuanyi, which would cause Xiao Yan'er sadness and pain afterwards.

He just couldn't bear to see Xiao Yan'er looking so pitiful.

Feng Xuanyi was wearing a dark-colored outfit, and Lü Qingyou couldn't tell what was wrong with him, but she could see that his face looked very unpleasant.

Lü Qingyou leaned against a tree and stood up, watching their duel with bated breath.

Qiu Zifan was intentionally dodging, but Feng Xuanyi struck hard every time. He knew that Qiu Zifan wouldn't kill him, but if he fell even slightly, Qingyou would die. He couldn't afford to fall.

Thinking about this, Qiu Zifan slashed his arm again with his sword.

Feng Xuanyi grunted and gripped his sword even tighter.

Watching from the side, Lü Qingyou felt as if one of her own stars had been grasped.

Seeing that Feng Xuanyi was already struggling, Qiu Zifan found it amusing and began to tease him more and more.

Just when he thought he could kick Feng Xuanyi to the ground, the sword in Feng Xuanyi's hand had already slit his throat.

Qiu Zifan's eyes widened suddenly, as if he thought it was impossible.

He lowered his eyes, watching the blood gushing from his neck; he was going to die.

Feng Xuanyi... he cheated...

Realizing this, Qiu Zifan collapsed to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open, utterly displeased that he had lost to such a spineless coward.

"Cough-cough-"

Feng Xuanyi coughed twice, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. His body swayed, but he quickly steadied himself with his longsword.

"Are you OK!"

Lu Qingyou stood at a distance, wanting to see him, but as soon as she took a step, she was struck by a heart-wrenching pain.

"You've twisted your ankle! Don't move!"

Feng Xuanyi frowned and said, taking out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, taking out a bullet from it, swallowing it, and then walking to Lü Qingyou's side.

"okay!"

Lü Qingyou nodded.

Feng Xuanyi took the medicine and breathed for a while before walking up to Lü Qingyou.