She first looked at the woman who stood in front of Yue Piaoling in a daze and didn't dare to move, and her eyes moved to the two teammates who were almost cut into human pigs. Then her eyes met Feng Mo who was close to her and had a short knife on her neck.

"You have fifty-seven seconds of resistance."

This cold and sarcastic voice made her tremble. Of course, the fundamental reason for its trembling was that the wind attached to the short knife had already covered her whole body silently.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw the man say.

"never mind."

Then his eyes turned dark and his consciousness completely subsided in darkness.

Yue Piaoling, who had been waiting for a long time, also punched the woman in front of him. He did not kill him directly, but froze him into an ice sculpture with the cold force of Tianshuang Fist.

Then Feng Mo controlled the four wind thrones and dragged the four spoils, and ran directly towards Xue Wuxia's direction.

Yue Piaoling followed closely, but because of his slow speed, when he arrived, he first saw an ice sculpture of the same style, and then he collapsed at Xue Wuxia's feet, a thin figure covered with dense sword marks on his face.

His gaze swept the little man's bare arms again, with countless sword marks, deep and straight through the bones, but no drop of blood oozed out of the wound. This person's breath was also the weakest among the six prisoners present.

It feels like if the powerful vitality of the illegal realm was supported by it, this person would have died long ago.

Yue Piaoling said intimately that Xiao Xueer, who used to be a crazy woman, raised her head and happened to meet Xue Wuxia's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not at all warm.

With his emotional intelligence full of him, he immediately understood the origin of the other party's strange performance.

"I've finished talking to him, you can team up with him."

“(?￣?￣?) OK.”
Chapter completed!