"I just want the Haotian Tower, and I don't know them."

After speaking, the black shadow lit up the quick knife in his hand and looked straight at Yuwen Luoshuang's figure. In a moment, he had already driven the quick knife in his hand towards Yuwen Luoshuang.

Yuwen Luoshuang, who was standing beside him, also used the soft black sword in her hand to catch the quick knife, and swung it several times in her hand, instantly letting the quick knife drive in front of Heiying. Before everyone could react, Heiying had already caught his quick knife. In the narrow room, a strong aura of confrontation instantly formed.

Not long after, the disciples of Fengshang Sect had arrived at this place, but they did not mean to take action. After all, Yuwen Luoshuang was the one they cared about, and he was also the wife of the head whom they had called for for a long time.

When she saw the disciple of Fengshang Sect, Yuwen Luoshuang's face became even colder. All her spiritual power gradually gathered in her palm. If she did not escape this time, she would be treated in unknown ways.

The spiritual power in Yuwen Luoshuang's hand had become extremely powerful. The air around her slowly began to stir up. Soon, a powerful force was condensed in the room. Before it became a stronger force, Yuwen Luoshuang pushed it in the direction of the black shadow. Because the room was too narrow, everyone had no time to dodge, and a huge hole suddenly formed in the room.

When everyone present was knocked down to the ground, Feng Xinglang trapped Yuwen Luoshuang in place at a speed of lightning speed. He tied her hands up with the backhand, then walked to her side, and said sorry in a voice that he could only hear.

It was a rope tied up with immortals, so no matter how Yuwen Luoshuang broke free, he had no reaction. The rope tied up with immortals became tighter and tighter, until a deep mark appeared on her wrist.

Finally, the spiritual pet was loyally protected by her side.

In a blink of an eye, they had already arrived at Fengshang Sect, and all the sects had a very serious expression. In this way, they became an opponent of life and death with Yuwen Luoshuang.

"Feng Xinglang, what are you going to do!"

"You'll know in a while."

Listening to the same cold words, a hint of ridicule appeared on Yuwen Luoshuang's face, which made all the disciples present shudder.

Feng Xinglang silently brought Yuwen Luoshuang to Yuwen Ning's room, and followed the situation and closed the door with his palm wind.

At this time, Yu Wenning was too ill and had already started to fall into a coma. She would wake up for an hour every day, and her spirit was not very good within this hour.

"You won't let me see her."

"I asked you to save her. This time I owe you. I will give you whatever you want in the future."

"Is that true?" Yuwen Luoshuang's mouth curled slightly, but it was more ridiculous, without any emotion.

What she hates the most is the liar of love, and Feng Xinglang acted as the object of her hatred.

"I never broke my promise."

"What if I don't want to save it?"

"That's not yours."
Chapter completed!