Chapter 1371 Just a stroke of luck
Eight chess pieces came hurtling towards her. Song Chunxue tried her best to regain control, but the next moment she was knocked back and crashed hard into the solid high wall.
"Pfft~"
A mouthful of blood gushed out, and she clutched her chest, feeling a burning sensation throughout her chest and back.
When you're too weak to think about anything, only your eyes and senses are truly sharp.
This was originally the best time to respond and retaliate.
The next second, a chilling aura rushed towards her face, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
"Bang! Bang!"
Worry-free and Overlord once again stood in front of her...
This time, however, they failed to stop the attack.
An enormous golden hand grasped her slender neck.
A stranger's face approached Song Chunxue, and his contemptuous smile sent chills down her spine.
Wuyou panicked. "This bastard's got some skills. I can't touch him now. Old Song, you'd better pray for yourself."
The overlord struggled with difficulty, his voice still so childish, soft yet stubborn, ["Wait for me... hang in there!"]
Song Chunxue was horrified to discover that this person's intense evil aura carried a terrifying pressure. Cold sweat broke out on her back, and a chilling sensation, like an icy snake, crept up her body and rushed straight to her heart.
"I'm so happy that her heart is still intact. Thank you." With that, he forcefully pulled Song Chunxue in front of him, placing one hand on her back and the other on her heart.
"It's over, it's all over, it's really all over now," Song Chunxue looked up at the gray sky in despair, feeling her heart enveloped in the winter mud, cold and sticky.
Wait, why did it suddenly get hot?
She looked up in surprise and saw the person in front of her suddenly freeze, then roared in terror, "What's going on!"
"Don't just sit here and wait to die, kill him!"
Worry-free's reminder spurred her to gather her strength, and the Overlord suddenly appeared in her palm.
Now!
She attacked his armpits with both hands simultaneously.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself...?"
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Don't underestimate my Red Bean."
The next moment, she grabbed his hair and pulled him towards her, letting the demonic aura emanating from him surge towards her. "Who are you? Is this your true face?"
“Yes, we’ve dealt with each other many times, Master Song.” The next moment, his blurred face transformed into King Xuan.
Song Chunxue vaguely remembered his appearance. "Weren't you dead a long time ago?"
"If you can't speak, then shut up!" The "King Xuan" before him was furious.
Song Chunxue noticed that his face had changed again, and he looked a bit like Song Che.
The evil cultivator leader who was subdued by the senior brother and Song Chunxue, Huo Xiang and others?
But isn't Song Che currently working for his senior brother, Lord Zhao?
"Smack!"
Song Chunxue slapped him, and hissing as she realized she had touched a raw nerve.
"You...you can actually absorb evil energy?" The person in front of him stared wide-eyed as the evil energy entered her body without leaving a trace, ignoring the fact that she had just slapped him.
As a result, he revealed his true colors.
"Who are you?" Song Chunxue took a breath, enduring the stinging pain in her chest as she mocked him. "You're really ugly, not as good-looking as them, yet you imitate their faces. You do have a bit of Song Che's resemblance, you seem to know him well!"
These words enraged him completely, and an overwhelming wave of demonic energy surged towards her.
The Overlord stood in front of her, emitting a buzzing sound like a sword.
Song Chunxue poured her spiritual power into Bawang and, enduring the tearing pain, slashed at him!
"My name is Sun He, and Song Che is my junior brother!" Sun He sneered. "That good-for-nothing actually got subdued by you. All my years of planning have been in vain. Fortunately, my soul has not disappeared. Hahaha, you think you have eliminated me? Foolish mortals."
He laughed wildly, looking up at the sky, and the gates outside the prison were sealed shut, preventing anyone from entering.
This terrifying evil energy is so potent that anyone without cultivation would not only fail to fight against it, but would also lose half their life just by getting close to it.
Song Chunxue listened quietly.
"That poor bastard Zhu Qian, and Prince Xuan, are both nourishment for me," Sun He laughed triumphantly. "My physical body was buried in Nanshan twenty-eight years ago, but my soul and spirit are immortal! Heaven has been kind to me; it knows my suffering..."
"Pfft~"
Song Chunxue picked up Wuyou and stabbed him through the hole, coldly scoffing without any mercy, "Just a stroke of luck. Heaven doesn't have time to bother with scum like you."
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