"Hahaha, Wen Huan, hurry up, make that bitch and that damned one kill themselves. They actually dared to hurt me like this. If I don't make these two bitches bleed to death today, I will never give up.

Wen Huan, hurry up, if they don’t do as you say, we’ll kill the hostages,” Jiang Huaian’s face was ferocious, his eyes flashing with viciousness and anger, as if he couldn’t wait to tear Fu Ling’er, especially Wanqi Yuan, into pieces.

After hearing what Jiang Huaian said, Wanqi Yuan and Fu Ling'er couldn't help but look at each other. An ominous premonition suddenly surged in their hearts, and their originally calm expressions suddenly became solemn.

An indescribable tense atmosphere spread, making people feel a little breathless. They seemed to suddenly realize something?

"Humph, you want us to kill ourselves? Dream on. Yuan, kill them," Fu Ling'er ignored the strangeness and urgency in her heart and nodded heavily to Wanqi Yuan. She just wanted to fight quickly and not cause any trouble.

The two men tacitly stopped talking and were about to throw their weapons out.

"Okay, okay, if you don't accept my toast, then I'll let you guys know how long you can keep going." Yuan Wenhuan's face turned cold, his eyes were fierce, and he was muttering to himself.

In the next moment, everyone saw the mysterious magic weapon in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling red light, flickering and jumping like a burning flame. Yuan Wenhuan held the magic weapon firmly in one hand and reached out his other hand to grab the magic weapon in the air.

In an instant, the dying and unconscious Qingyun was grabbed by the neck by Yuan Wenhuan's big hands like iron clamps, and was lifted up in front of everyone like a chicken.

At this time, Yuan Wenhuan showed a ferocious smile on his face and said viciously,

"Humph, you really won't cry until you see the coffin. Whether this person can survive depends on what you do. Fu Ling'er"

"Qingyun,"

"Qingyun,"

Fu Ling'er and her friends had expressions of shock and astonishment on their faces. They stared at Qingyun, whose life was hanging by a thread in Yuan Wenhuan's hand. They were furious, as if they wanted to eat Yuan Wenhuan alive.

"Let him go, or... die!" Fu Ling'er's heart was shaken. Sure enough, what she had just worried about came true. In an instant, her heart skipped a beat. Damn it.

Her brain started working and she wanted to save Qingyun.

How to rescue Qingyun safely?

calm down.

Seeing Qingyun's life being strangled, she panicked for a moment. However, it only took a breath, and she knew that she could only think of a way to save Qingyun if she calmed down.

"Ling'er, don't panic, I'm here." Wanqi Yuan comforted her. They all didn't want to see Qingyun get into trouble.

"Yes, I know. Wait a minute..." Fu Ling'er nodded and said in a secret way.

"Yuan, use the drug. Only the drug can save Qingyun safely. After we attack, pretend to be defeated and hold back. You try to delay them and divert their attention. I will move to the wind outlet and take action when I find an opportunity."

"Ling'er, I'm afraid there are more than one hostage, Qingyun. Qingyun has always been inseparable from Qingzhu, and Qingzhu and Qingyao are as close as sisters. Usually when they go out to gain experience, the three of them will act together, so I'm afraid..." Wanqi Yuan had a little worry in his heart. He was not afraid of fighting them head-on, but he was afraid that if he pushed them too hard, the other party would be desperate and kill Qingyun.

He is now a little cautious.

"No... I can't sense them, it shouldn't be..." Fu Ling'er wanted to say no, the three of them were so smart, how could they be caught at the same time, but what Wanqi Yuan said did make sense.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling'er's expression became more solemn. Qingyun was unconscious, but she knew he was not dead now. She just didn't know what means the other party had used, or whether it was the effect of the magic weapon that isolated her from the power of the contract between them.

If Qingyun had not been dragged out, she would not have been able to sense his presence.

"Anyway, using drugs might be a good option."

"Sister Ling, what should we do? What do you need us to do?" The friends were also anxious. Seeing Qingyun's cheeks becoming increasingly purple, they did not dare to act rashly.

"We'll act according to circumstances," Fu Ling'er told them her plan again.

"Okay, let's defend the others." Xiao Zixuanchen and the others had a plan in mind. They looked at each other and stared at their targets tacitly.

Jiang Huaian saw Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan's eyes flickering, and he immediately guessed that they were discussing countermeasures? He immediately became furious.

Wen Huan is just wasting time. Isn't this giving them a chance to rescue him?

No, he absolutely cannot let Wanqi Yuan go. If they dare to hurt him, he will make them pay the price.

"Yuan Wenhuan, what are you still hesitating about? Hurry up and kill him. As long as you get rid of this person first, we'll see if they dare to remain indifferent," Jiang Huaian shouted anxiously, his eyes fixed on the front, as if he was about to spit fire. At this moment, he could no longer suppress his inner impulse and wanted to rush forward and grab the hostage into his own hands.

Jiang Huaian was not just thinking about it, he had already put it into action. When Wen Huan was in a stalemate with Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan, Jiang Huaian endured the severe pain in his chest, gritted his teeth, and with a "teng", he flashed to Wen Huan's side as fast as lightning.

Taking advantage of Yuan Wenhuan's unpreparedness, he suddenly reached out and snatched Qingyun from Wenhuan's hand, and then turned around and tightly grasped Qingyun's neck with his hands.

At this moment, Jiang Huaian's face was ferocious, and his eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf. He stared fiercely at Wanqi Yuan in the distance, and the cold words that came out of his mouth seemed like an angry roar coming from the bottomless abyss.

"I'll count to three. If you don't end your life obediently, I'll break his neck. Hahaha," he said, and then he increased the strength in his hands, causing Qingyun's purple face, which had originally eased a little, to become bruised again.

"You dare... let him go," Fu Ling'er was extremely angry, and the Sword of God-killing in her hand was about to slip out of her hand.

Jiang Huaian saw this, and his heart was filled with anger. Was he sure that he didn't dare? His originally sharp eyes instantly became extremely fierce, like two cold rays of light shooting directly at Wanqi Yuan. At the same time, the corners of his mouth outlined a cruel and cold smile, which made people shudder.

Then, he slowly uttered a word.

"three,"

As Jiang Huaian finished speaking, a crisp "crack" sound resounded throughout the space. It was the mournful cry of bones being broken.

"No,"

When Fu Ling'er and her friends saw this, their pupils trembled and their eyes were bloodshot. For a moment, no one dared to speak, and even their breathing stopped.