"You... are not Brother Feng!!"

Suddenly, Zhan Qingchen spoke like this, his eyes were like knives, staring at Feng Caichen closely, as if he had discovered something!

And Fan Qinghui, who was frozen in place, finally recovered from the infinite horror temporarily at this moment. She knew that if Feng Caichen in front of her really wanted to kill her, it would only be a matter of backhand, and no matter how she defended, it would be useless. She simply rushed directly to Zhan Qingchen and helped him up.

"I am not Feng Caichen, then who am I?"

Feng Caichen smiled coldly. He seemed to enjoy the look in the eyes of the third brother at this moment, admiring the incredible and unbelievable under the shock and anger!

Letting Fan Qinghui retreat was like an ant struggling in his eyes, which was quite interesting.

"Soul slave?"

Fan Qinghui, who supported Zhan Qingchen, said this with a hint of trembling.

She used to be a victim and experienced the feeling of becoming a soul slave of others. It was worse than death. The madness of completely losing herself was still fearful!

"Junior Sister Fan, I will find a way to hold him back! You must find Lao Jiu and the Sect Master. Only Lao Jiu can rescue Brother Feng, and only the Sect Master can capture Brother Feng!"

Zhan Qingchen transmitted to Fan Qinghui, with a calm and solemn tone!

Fan Qinghui's pupils shrank again!

How could Zhan Qingchen hold Feng Caichen back?

He was clearly going to use his own life to stop Feng Caichen so that he could leave the room!

"Listen to me!! I'm already injured, it's better for you to be intact. Someone must make a sacrifice, otherwise if the enslaved Brother Feng is allowed to return to Lao Jiu and the others, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"Do you understand?"

Zhan Qingchen's tone became more severe than ever before!

On weekdays, he is always careless, smiling, and very frivolous, but every time at a critical moment, he seems to have changed into a different person to take on everything, full of a sense of security.

Sometimes, the more frivolous a person is, the more serious and affectionate he is!

At this moment, looking at Zhan Qingchen's profile and listening to his words of facing death with indifference, the heartstring in her heart that had never been fluctuated was gently touched at this moment!

"I understand."

Fan Qinghui whispered softly.

"Hahahahaha... You want to kill us but it's just a matter of one sword, but what I don't understand is why you chose to sneak attack just now?"

Zhan Qingchen suddenly laughed!

Feng Caichen stood with a sword in his hand, and did not answer, but his eyes flashed slightly.

"But this is not important. What matters is whether you believe it or not, your next sword... can't kill me!"

Pushing Fan Qinghui's hand away, Zhan Qingchen stood up, his right shoulder was bleeding, and he looked extremely miserable, but his handsome and perfect face was surging with a signature smile at this moment.

"Ant..."

Feng Caichen said indifferently, and raised the long sword in his hand.

"You don't believe it? Then try it!!"

Buzz! !

Zhan Qingchen activated all the cultivation in his body, and the power of the peak of the world's peerless king burst out, and he was about to rush towards Feng Caichen!

Fan Qinghui stood aside with a blank expression, but deep in his eyes there was a trace of grief!

But more of it was a crazy determination!

He had to rush out at once! !

He must tell the news to the Holy Son and the Sect Master!

He would never let down the opportunity that Zhan Qingchen risked his life for!

Even if it meant death! !

"Die!"

Feng Caichen's cold voice was like the whisper of the god of death, and a brilliant sword light shone from his long sword!

Zhan Qingchen was laughing wildly, but in his eyes there was a trace of determination and pride that he would never regret!

But at this critical moment!

"Ah!! No!!!"

"You, you don't come over!!"

"Old Nine!!"

"Sect Master! Run!!"

...

A series of roars filled with shock, anger, and disbelief suddenly came from outside the room, accompanied by a huge roar and violent collisions. It was obvious that there was an extremely terrible battle outside!

Zhan Qingchen, who had been ready to die, and Fan Qinghui, who had a blank expression, suddenly changed their expressions, and incredible things surged in their eyes!

These voices came from the senior brothers Shi Tian, ​​Li Chenglong, Fang Shu and others! !

Did something happen in other rooms?

For a moment, Zhan Qingchen and Fan Qinghui were in a state of confusion, and they felt dizzy!

But at this moment, Feng Caichen also changed his color slightly! !

An unexpected puzzlement and confusion flashed in his cold and indifferent eyes. Obviously, the sudden change in the outside world was not in his plan!

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, his face changed again, and he raised the long sword in his hand. The whole person turned into a storm and rushed out of this room, and chose to let Zhan Qingchen and Fan Qinghui go temporarily.

Whoosh!

Feng Caichen's speed was very fast. In just a few breaths, he followed the sound to another room, the one in the middle of the three rooms on the left, middle and right!

Stepping out of it, Feng Caichen's eyes suddenly condensed!

Empty!

Except for the messy bloodstains on the ground and the broken room, there was nothing!

Obviously, he seemed to be a step late. Ye Wuque and the others seemed to have left here, or had to leave for some reason.

Feng Caichen disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had come to the third room on the left and right.

The situation was exactly the same!

This place was also empty, with only the damaged room left, which had just experienced a battle!

Feng Caichen's cold eyes kept flashing!

"No!!"

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately flashed back to the room he was in before!

But when he came back here again, his face finally became a little ugly!

In addition to the blood on the ground, Zhan Qingchen and Fan Qinghui also disappeared!

"Could it be him?! He...made a move again?"

Suddenly, a ghostly hoarse voice appeared in the room out of thin air, but it did not come from Feng Caichen! !

Because at this moment, Feng Caichen stood quietly in the same place, expressionless, and his originally indifferent and cold eyes became dead silent at this moment, as if he had lost all his energy and turned into a sculpture.

This sudden sound came from the void in the room!

Buzz! !

The next moment, a strange scene appeared. I saw a blood-colored light flashing in the void, and a fist-sized blood-colored vortex appeared!

Slowly, a smaller blood-colored skull appeared from the blood-colored vortex!

The blood-red skull floated out of the vortex, and the crystal-like flames burning in the two tiny eye sockets on it were strangely agile and cunning!

With a puff, when the blood-red skull completely floated out of the vortex, the blood-red vortex began to slowly dissipate and finally collapsed completely!