Chapter 1033

On weekdays, with Jun Mo cold at her side, Feng Sujin can be full of strength.

So at this time, Feng Sujin instinctively looks for her husband. Even if she reads his name, she may have strength.

"Ink cold, ink cold, what should I do? What to do I am so sad, so painful, so painful... "

Maybe Feng Sujin read the name of Jun Mohan really works, as if she had accumulated strength in her body.

She tried to go to her body.

Then in that moment, she really came back to her body.

But at this moment, Yeling left, and many people in the dark Pavilion were killed.

Feng Sujin's eyes are bloodthirsty and red. At this moment, her whole momentum is completely released, with the spirit of Shura.

Before, she was immersed in the pain of losing Jun Mo's cold, isolated from the outside world, as if she could not feel any outside breath.

But at this time, she was inspired by the people in the dark Pavilion.

At this moment, she turned grief into strength, into the smell of killing.

At this moment, Feng Sujin was as powerful as the sky.

Many people can feel a cold breath in the air. The clear sky suddenly becomes gloomy, just like the mood of Feng Sujin.

Suddenly there was a gloomy cold wind in the air. It was originally in late autumn, but it was blowing like a sandstorm.

The wind has blown up the sand on the ground and fascinated many people's eyes.

Feng Sujin stood in the center of the storm and looked around coldly.

She looked up at the direction of the wall, the corners of her mouth raised a bloodthirsty cold arc.

At the moment when Feng Sujin's eyes were fixed on their direction, she quickly took out the silver needle and shot with both hands

Just as the heavenly daughter scattered flowers from the ground, the silver needle flew towards the wall.

The city wall was also blown by the wind some can't open eyes of the firearm team. The front ten people were stabbed in the heart of the body by a silver needle. They fell directly from the city wall.

The city walls are not high, they are not low. These ten people "touch!" The sound, fell into a patty.

Feng Sujin looks at these scenes, indifferent, as if killing people like this is the most normal.

This is the growth of pain. She has to kill calmly in the pain.

In the same way, such vengeance and killing use blood to sacrifice some hatred.

The last thing they should do is touch her. No, it's her husband's.

Her husband may be really gone, but his people, she wants to protect.

She just had pain and couldn't think about anything.

But now, her pain to the extreme, was awakened by the people of the dark Pavilion rational, she decided to revenge, after revenge to accompany Mohan.

He lives, she lives, he dies, she dies.

She must take revenge for her husband.

Fengsujin in the wind, clothes are blowing rustle, there is a kind of sad and beautiful style.

The silver needles in her hands are all made of silver thread. Feng Sujin seems to gather strength all over again. She draws out the silver thread and continues to shoot at the firearm team.

Because of the cold wind, storm weather, people of the firearm team can not see the specific situation of the ground.

And the people on the ground are treading, running, totally disoriented, very confused, they don't know who is shooting at them.

How suddenly, one by one disappeared.

Feng Sujin is killing at the fastest speed.