Chapter 3227
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"How dare you!" The Great General's eyes widened as he bellowed furiously, "Miss Mo is a good friend of the Imperial Palace's Mistress. If you touch Miss Mo, the Overlord will not let you off!"
Butterfly Saint Technique's smile was incomparably gorgeous, "Great General, I'm afraid you still don't know about the grudge between us and that little slut Ye Qing Luo …. If you didn't mention her, I could still be a little gentler, but you ….
The next moment, Butterfly Saint Technique's expression turned gloomy and her tone was filled with viciousness, "If you want to blame, blame yourself for being that little bastard's friend!"
Butterfly Saint Technique's fingers suddenly clenched tightly.
That jet black dagger seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black light.
Her eyes were filled with malice as she suddenly stabbed towards Mo Yue Ying's body ….
Mo Yue Ying who was shrouded in black qi was unable to move.
But her consciousness was very clear.
She tried her best to adjust the Profound Energy in her body, trying to avoid that dagger which was heading towards her.
But, no matter how much she tried to concentrate.
The Profound Energy in her body was like a plate of loose sand, floating in her body.
Indistinctly, there seemed to be something tearing her body.
No ….
It wasn't her body that was tearing.
It was …. Soul …
She could clearly feel it.
Her soul was slowly peeling away from her body.
Mo Yue Ying panted.
His usually emotionless face now revealed a pained expression.
It had been a long time …. since she felt pain.
Looks like ….
This black dagger was deliberately targeted at her.
Mo Yue Ying shut her eyes tightly.
Godless Island must have something to do with the Secluded Palace to be able to obtain this black dagger.
Over at the Godless Island ….
Finally couldn't hold it in any longer?
Finally …. Wanted to destroy her …. Island Saint?
Heh ….
Godless Island ….
Godless Palace ….
Mo Yue Ying's fingers tightened.
But because of the tearing feeling in her body, she loosened her grip helplessly.
Mo Yue Ying's thoughts were running wild.
But in reality, it was just a blink of an eye.
Butterfly Saint Technique who was holding the black dagger had a sinister glint in her eyes as she stabbed towards Mo Yue Ying's face ….
"Clang!"
There was a loud sound of collision.
Mo Yue Ying didn't feel an even more painful pain than she had imagined.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
In front of him …
A red feather fan that seemed to be burning with raging flames pressed against the black dagger.
The hand that held the feather fan was slender and fair, sparkling and translucent like fine jade.
It was as if …
The owner of the hand had casually blocked the black dagger.
Mo Yue Ying's empty eyes slightly widened, revealing a rarely seen surprise and joy.
"Sacred Butterfly Technique, did you ask for my permission to stab my Little Shadow a few times?"
A clear and melodious voice rang out leisurely on the battlefield.
It was clearly a sweet and smiling voice.
However, when the people present heard it, they could not help but feel a chill run down their spines, a bone-chilling coldness.
When the Butterfly Saint Technique heard this voice, her body stiffened.
Her hand that was holding the black arm trembled uncontrollably.
Following the Raging Flame Feather Fan, the Butterfly Saint Technique's line of sight slowly focused on …
On the owner of the feather fan.
Ye Qing Luo's arrival was within her expectations, but also unexpected.
After all ….
From the start of the war till now …
Di Mo Xuan and Ye Qing Luo had never appeared.
Unexpected …. Because before the Secluded Palace took action …. Feng Ling had solemnly vowed that she had a way to delay Ye Qing Luo and Di Mo Xuan.
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