She wanted to hurt Lu Fen, but Leng Sheng certainly refused to allow it, so she had to take action first and clean up him first.

Leng Sheng's thoughts were all on the sword in Feng Qingcheng's hand, and the killing stick in his hand also blocked Feng Qingcheng as soon as possible.

But he didn't think about it. It was just that when his mind suddenly arose, there was a feeling of sourness and powerlessness at his elbow.

At this moment, Leng Sheng suddenly felt the killing stick in his hand, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The heavy force made him seem to have put all his strength into it, but he couldn't hold it.

A person’s instinct in a moment is that when he cannot hold the things in his hand, he must use all his strength to hold the things in his hand.

Leng Sheng was like this at this time, and he had just reacted for a moment. He instinctively wanted to hold the killing stick in his hand.

And what Feng Qingcheng wants is such a result.

All she needed was this flash of lightning.

The sword in his hand pierced Lu Fen like a ruthless wind-cutting, like a ghost, without any sensation.

With the lesson of the hidden weapon in the sky in front of him, even though Lu Fen looked down on Feng Qingcheng, he also felt a little alert and fear in his heart.

So when the long sword in Feng Qingcheng's hand attacked, he let out a muffled groan, and the muscles on his body emitted a hard bronze color, and his big palm grabbed Feng Qingcheng's wrist invisibly.

But he reacted quickly, and Feng Qingcheng's movements were faster.

Just as his palm was about to hold Feng Qingcheng's wrist, he suddenly noticed a flash in front of him. Feng Qingcheng instantly disappeared from under his nose.

Almost at the same time, he suddenly noticed the feeling of a hard object slashing across his back.

But just when he was instinctively trying to protect his back, he suddenly felt something piercing pain coming from there.

"ah……"

An instinctive cry blurted out, and Lu Fen himself staggered, stumbled out, and almost fell to the ground in the scream.

A wound rolling out from his back was a rolling wound.

Blood splattered and dripped on the ground, but no drop fell on Feng Qingcheng's body.

With a "swoosh", the long sword in Feng Qingcheng's hand shook through the air sharply. The sword tip was so clear that the blood on it slowly flowed to the ground, but it looked cold and cold.

"Mr. Lu... Are you satisfied with this gift from Qingcheng?"

Lu Fen finally couldn't support the pain on his body, and he knelt on one knee while gasping for air conditioning, his face turned ashen.

In front of everyone, he, a dignified governor of the capital, was defeated in such a embarrassing manner by a little girl who was not as good as the head of the hairpin.

What made him even more angry was that this little girl was Feng Chongtian's daughter.

An Pingshi, who was sitting in the lobby, looked at the dramatic everything in a daze, especially when he saw the bloody sword, he seemed even more at a loss.

Everyone's eyes were a little stunned and circling on Feng Qingcheng and Lu Fen, but no one dared to break the depression and silence first.

After a few breaths were evenly adjusted, Lu Fen finally stood up hard. Although his face was calm, the rapid breathing showed that he was barely supporting his face and not changing his expression.
Chapter completed!