"Not good, withdraw quickly!"

Seeing that the assassination failed, the Blood Evil suddenly realized that something was wrong and was about to escape.

However, how could the furious Feng Changdong allow any of them to escape?

"Don't even think about leaving!"

He held his daughter with one hand and grabbed the Blood Demon Blade on the ground with the other. The demon sword stopped after the slash. The sword that the two kings of the Blood Demon clan, which could be lifted together, was caught by him with one hand!

Blood Demon and the two kings who used swords, these three were the strongest among the killers of the Blood Demon Clan this time, and they also escaped the fastest. Feng Changdong held the sword and chased them in the air!

Still in mid-air, the Blood Demon Blade came out of his hand and penetrated a king's heart with lightning speed!

He followed closely behind and caught up with another king and slapped his head with a palm! The man had no time to react and his brain burst and died!

After instantly killing the two kings, Feng Changdong rushed forward and pulled out the Blood Demon Blade from the first person, and rushed to the Blood Demon!

"Feng Changdong, you crazy man!"

Seeing that he could not escape, the Blood Evil had to turn around and resist with sharp claws. The claws and swords were connected, making a crisp sound of metal collision.

The blood evil spirit was hit by Feng Changdong's powerful force, and his arms were numb and his body was leaning back. Cracked on his claws. His cultivation was not as good as Feng Changdong, and his weapons were not as good as Feng Changdong. Moreover, Feng Changdong is in a crazy state now, how could he be able to get it?

Feng Changdong did not relax, and slashed straight down with another knife. The blood evil spirit had no room for any reaction, so he had to continue to use his claws. With a "click", his claws finally broke with overwhelming shatter!

Feng Changdong had no expression on his face and continued to slash his sword, as if swinging the sword had become his instinct. No matter how the blood evil deeds cursed, roared, and begged for mercy, his face did not fluctuate at all until he was completely cut into meat sauce.

Next, he turned around with a knife, killing all the killers from the Blood Demon Clan this time. These killers were stopped by Feng Zhuotian and others, and none of them escaped and died under Feng Changdong's sword.

With a "clang", Feng Changdong knelt on the ground with the person in his arms. Tears flashed in the tiger's eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Who can save her?"

Even though he was fighting just now, his other hand continued to deliver spiritual power to Feng Xiyue, but the effect was minimal and her breath was gradually weakening.

Feng Zhuotian staggered forward, looking at Feng Xiyue's face as if it was like golden paper, and was also helpless, his lips trembled: "She... her feathered clothes were destroyed..."

The body's feather jacket was destroyed, the soul's origin was damaged, and it was so severe that it would be a death-related injury! Everyone was silent, and they were all in a while.

Just when Feng Changdong was completely lost, someone suddenly spoke: "I might... have a way."

Everyone looked up at Bai Sheng at the same time, casting hopeful eyes. Bai Sheng took a deep breath: "It's not possible here, let's leave here first."

...

Feng Xiyue felt that she had a very long dream, and in the dream she returned to her previous life, being the peak of the martial arts world.

But she was looking for her relatives and partners all over the world, but she couldn't find them no matter how hard she looked. She clearly remembered that they existed, but after searching all over the world, she couldn't find anyone.

She was at a loss and anxious. Her heart, which was supposed to have experienced the wind and frost, felt helpless and panic, and later she started crying.

It was a kind of sadness that had lost something important, tears could not be curbed, and just like that.

"Why are you crying?"

"Don't cry...we're here."

"Xiaoyue?"

The familiar voice echoed in my ears, and Feng Xiyue tried hard to make her consciousness follow the direction they were in, and there was light there!

Finally grasping the light, Feng Xiyue slowly opened her eyes, and a few tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

What caught my eye were familiar faces: Feng Zhuotian, Feng Qingrou, Bai Sheng, Yuan Tiangui, He Xianling, Yu Wenlan, and a person who was not very familiar but particularly friendly, Feng Changdong.

"woke up!"

"Finally woke up!"

"Very good!"

Looking at the face in front of him with sincere joy, Feng Xiyue whispered happily: "You are all here? Is this reality?"

"What's wrong with this girl? She was sleeping stupidly?" Feng Zhuotian touched her forehead worriedly.

Bai Sheng smiled and said, "Maybe he had a dream, but he hasn't fully come out yet, so he is a little confused."

"It's better here..." Feng Xiyue smiled softly, fortunately what she had just dreamed.

"Of course, we are always by your side." Feng comforted softly.

Seeing that Feng Xiyue's mood had become much more stable, Feng Changdong finally spoke tentatively: "Xiao Yue'er?"

"Hmm?" Seeing Feng Changdong's nervous and wanting to speak, Feng Xiyue was a little surprised: "What's wrong, dad?"

"You...you call me again?" Feng Changdong was still cautious.

Feng Xiyue smiled: "What's wrong with Dad? Are you not used to calling you that?"

"No, no, no, I like it no matter how you call me."

Feng Changdong suddenly hugged her. When he hugged her, he also controlled his strength carefully, for fear that he would touch her wound too hard, just like holding a rare treasure that would be damaged in his life.

Feng Zhuotian and others smiled slightly, and exited the room tacitly at the same time, leaving the space here for the father and daughter.

Feng Xiyue felt the warmth from the bottom of her heart when she was hugged by her father so carefully. This is my father... her blood is closest... This is a different feeling from the elder brother when he hugged me, but no matter which one is intoxicating, family affection is indeed beautiful.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Feng Changdong murmured in a low voice, trying to suppress the deep emotions in his voice.

Feng Xiyue was shocked, but could not raise her hand and hug him. She could only ask: "Why do you want to say sorry?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't give you a happy childhood, I didn't raise you with my own hands, and I've suffered so much... I'm sorry for my daughter..."

Unable to see Feng Changdong's deep-buried cheeks, Feng Xiyue felt her clothes were wet.

She hurriedly said, "Dad, you don't need to apologize! It's nothing, really, now that I'm back to you, you should be happy!"

Feng Changdong wiped his face and looked up at her: "Of course I'm happy, but for so many years... I've really suffered you, and the gods are too..."

Feng Changdong was full of guilt for these two children. They had been wandering away since childhood. The family was unable to find them. They worked so hard on themselves. Who knows how much hardships they have experienced?

Feng Xiyue looked at him quietly, with bloodshot eyes in his eyes. I don’t know how many days I have been here, so I must have never rested...
Chapter completed!