Seeing this, Liu Qingsong raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you use this trick against him, you won't kill him, right?"

Yuan Mo had a confident look on his face: "Don't worry! I have experienced the physical strength of that boy, he won't die that easily! He killed so many Tianzun from my Yuan family, and giving him this little lesson has already given the Demon Dang Tianzun face.

Got it!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Mo activated the sky and disappeared from the place.

Liu Qingsong just glanced at the place where Feng Wuchen fell, and his body gradually disappeared.

The entire Tianjing surrounding became deserted again as Feng Wuchen fell heavily to the ground.

It rained heavily in the gray sky, and the rain kept washing over Feng Wuchen's wounds that were full of cracks. However, at this moment, he had lost all consciousness.

Feng Wuchen didn't know how long he slept.

In his sleep, he vaguely saw a woman with scars on her face, holding an half-grown girl and saying goodbye to him.

"Master Feng, I have troubled you these days! I'm sorry..."

"No...no...it's me...it's me who should say I'm sorry..."

In the deep mountains and trees, he slowly opened his eyes, murmuring and repeating the word "I'm sorry" in his mouth, and two lines of clear tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes.

What he practices is the sword of no regrets!

But at this moment...he regretted it!

He regretted that he should not have given Qingluo to the Yuan family!

He regretted that he should not have been so trustworthy and indirectly killed Qingluo...

He regrets...
Chapter completed!