Chapter 2581 Mute

Although the three women were worried, they also knew that they could not stop Ye Fan and could only watch the man leave.

"Lanlan, do you think the Lord Sword God will... have any accidents? What if he meets Ye Xuanguang?" Xiao Huaisu asked worriedly.

Feng Qinglan looked at her best friend thoughtfully, "Susu...are you..."

Although he didn't say everything, Xiao Huaisu obviously understood.

She blushed and lowered her head, "I...I'm from the Phoenix Clan. Don't think too much about it, just care."

Feng Qinglan looked at her best friend with a complicated expression and sighed in her heart.

Asgard.

The once solemn and sacred power center of Dongtian Paradise was now surrounded by more than a dozen small suspended magic crystal ore flying boats.

More than a hundred soldiers of the Obsidian Legion, led by several Chaos Realm generals, directly captured the entire Immortal Palace.

Inside and outside, monks from various major sects and aristocratic families have gathered.

Because of resistance or failure in selection, thousands of corpses of cultivators were dumped on a huge platform outside the Immortal Palace, forming a "corpse mountain".

The originally fresh air of the Immortal Palace was filled with a strong smell of blood and stench.

In the deepest part of the Immortal Palace, in the breathtakingly beautiful Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake, several warriors from the Chaos Realm were sitting on the seats that originally belonged to the saints.

The surrounding lakes have frozen, and they are filled with people from Cave Heaven Paradise.

Thousands of pairs of eyes with mixed expressions of anger, fear, panic and various complex expressions looked at the few soldiers sitting in the pavilion, but they dared not speak in anger.

Above an empty lake, two figures were fighting.

Bei Moting was holding the Green Snake Sword. At this time, he had cultivated his Holy Spirit to the extreme, and even used the "Drunken Ji" sword intention.

The disheveled Bei Moting, with eyes as red as an evil ghost, wildly swung his sword at a female magician wearing a black cloak, purple robe, and a wide-brimmed black magic hat!

But no matter how Bei Moting attacked, the female mage's figure always used the most clever angle to easily dodge.

Moreover, it didn't take long for Bei Moting's sword swing speed to drop significantly.

Until, Bei Moting was like a trapped beast, unable to move anymore!

"What happened to the Jiujianxian!?"

"What's going on? Why can't he move?"

The saints of Cave Heaven Paradise who were nervously watching the battle were now anxious beside them.

Suddenly, a cruel scene appeared!

Bei Moting's hands and legs were cut off by some force! ?

Blood flew out, and broken limbs fell in the air.

Bei Moting screamed miserably and watched helplessly as his hands left him, one hand still holding the Green Snake Sword tightly.

"Senior Jiujianxian!!"

On the other side of the Shenjian Sect, Hua Xiaoluo cried and wanted to rush out when she saw this scene.

But he was still hugged tightly by Luo Li and Yao Ruoyun.

"Senior Sister! Don't be impulsive! You can't save Senior Bei!!"

Hua Xiaoluo burst into tears. After all, she was taken care of by Bei Moting when Ye Fan was not around. She was like an amiable elder.

It broke her heart to see the elders she often met having their limbs cut off in such humiliation.

Bei Moting fell on the frozen lake covered in blood, his face pale.

Although he could reshape his body, such a serious injury would not be able to recover for a few days.

"You...what on earth did you do?!" Cup Mo Ting gritted his teeth.

The purple-robed female mage came down and smiled evilly, "I have no obligation to explain my magic to rubbish."

"This is the Paradise of Cave Heaven, the so-called Jiu Sword Immortal, one of the Three Saints?

If the third sister hadn't saved her hand, this guy would have been chopped into pieces.

Brother, let me see, whether it is Cave Heaven Paradise or the Divine Sword Sect, testing their strength is a bit redundant."

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, a slender man was holding two women dressed voluptuously, joking and sarcastic.

Sitting in the middle was a strong man with a rough appearance, wearing thick armor. There were two huge round hammers next to him.

"Bei Mo Ting... You are quite capable. I will give you a chance to serve His Majesty Xuanlong Emperor, or will you die here?" the strong man asked in a deep voice.

Bei Moting sneered, "Let Bei work for that tyrant? I will never obey!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the purple-robed female mage waved the red staff in her hand.

"ah!--"

Beimo Ting screamed in agony, and saw that part of his lower body had been cut off!

The excessive pain made Bei Moting's face distorted.

"Ah, ah... I accidentally destroyed your lifeblood, but there is no need to leave any descendants for waste," the female mage giggled, with a look of excitement on her face.

When everyone in the Divine Sword Sect saw this scene, they all gritted their teeth and were already shaking with anger.

Many Holy Realm monks who had a good relationship with Bei Moting couldn't bear to look any further at this moment and turned away.

Suddenly, a small figure forcibly broke free from the arm of the person next to him and rushed out!

"Senior Cup!!"

Hua Xiaoluo rushed to Bei Moting's side, cried and picked up Bei Moting who was covered in blood, took out a healing elixir and asked Bei Moting to take it.

"Little girl, you are quite courageous." In the pavilion, the long-faced man smiled evilly.

Bei Moting coughed up blood, shook his head and said, "Xiaoluo... leave me alone, they will kill you."

Hua Xiaoluo's eyes were red and tears fell from her eyes: "Just kill! I'm not afraid!"

"Silly boy..." Tears fell from the corners of Bei Moting's eyes.

Hua Xiaoluo raised his head, faced the generals in the pavilion, and cursed loudly: "Why are you doing this!? Just kill if you want, why do you have to torture Senior Bei!? What kind of masters are you all!?

Looking at people like you, you know that the Black Dragon Emperor is not a good person! We won't do anything for him! ! "

"Little thing, with your meager cultivation, are you worthy of talking about His Majesty the Black Dragon Emperor?!"

A man, whose face seemed to have been burned by fire, suddenly took out a diamond-shaped silver-gray throwing knife and threw it directly towards Hua Xiaoluo's head!

The flying knife was as fast as a beam of light, and the holy monks present did not even react in an instant!

Lightning flash!

The flying knife suddenly paused in mid-air and fell just an inch in front of Hua Xiaoluo's forehead!

The ferocious man suddenly stood up and asked angrily: "Who is it!? Stand up!!"

The female mage in purple robe looked at the old mage in gray robe on the side of the pavilion.

"Giggle...Sorcerer King Phillips, are you really tolerant? After so many people died, you finally stopped pretending to be mute?"

Phillips let out a long sigh, holding his staff, and slowly walked to the empty lake.

He looked at the generals in the pavilion, and couldn't bear to look at Bei Moding, who had completely lost his fighting ability.

"Everyone, if the old man can take a few tricks from the two of you, can you let this little girl go?"