Mythological Native Species

Situ Huiyun, who was sitting on Feng Linwen's body in a special position, looked at the moment dressed as new, she wrapped herself tightly, except for her clean calves and lotus feet, which were helplessly exposed, she was like a noble and holy person. Goddess, that cannot be desecrated. Even though there are fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, his expression is still so light and quiet.

However, the familiar yet unfamiliar moist touch on the Dragon Spear made Feng Linxun very clear that the current friendship between them was not simple.

"I was pushed by a coma? Such an old stalk, happened to me? This is just a kind of nonsense!" Feng Linxen used his waist strength and stabbed with his long sword.

One move, Haidilaoyue, pointed directly at Situ Huiyun's chest and abdomen.

Situ Huiyun suddenly felt bad, so she hurriedly avoided her. She tapped her lotus feet, swayed slightly, and clamped the sheep and horses with two characters, trying to block Feng Lin's attack.

It's a pity that she underestimated the subtlety of Feng Lin's swordsmanship.

The sword was about to approach the hinterland, but suddenly changed its moves. Dozens of swords instantly merged into one sword, and the sword moves erupted in a short period of time with extremely high frequency. No matter how embarrassed Situ Huiyun retreated, he could not resist the constant encroachment from Feng Linhan.

Feng Linwen's fighting spirit had awakened, and he quickly regained the lost position.

Facing this unforgiving offensive, Situ Huiyun could only let out a cry of pain like crying blood.

A scorpion turned over, and the two turned upside down. Feng Linwan, who was originally at a disadvantage, instantly gained the absolute upper hand, and forced Situ Huiyun to use the great method of disintegrating the demons.

A more fierce battle is imminent, and at this time, Situ Huiyun, can he subdue the sober dragon Feng Linwen?

This is an unfair battle.

At first, Feng Linwan gave Situ Huiyun a hand-in-hand feeding. Although Situ Huiyun can barely be called a veteran, but after all, what he has learned is single, not a famous school. However, Feng Linwan's rich combat experience quickly brought the opponent into his own rhythm. The two of them fought each other on the surface, and it gradually seemed to be back and forth.

All kinds of strange tricks and tricks emerged from time to time in the battle between the two.

Both sides are not weak in physique, and have a kung fu foundation, so that each other can perform strange, bizarre, but full of violent and beautiful moves to the greatest extent possible.

Time... Around this time, my mind wandered.

From dark to dawn, and then to dark, it was just like a terrible dream.

Even though her whole body was trembling and her face was pale and pale, Situ Huiyun still refused to admit defeat. She was entangled with Feng Linwen, and she was desperately provocative, and she had to fight for the last time.

After stroking the snow-white face with his hands, but due to excessive consumption, the peerless face that was somewhat pale, Feng Linchen suddenly became dull.

"Is it worth it? It took him nearly a day and a night to clear the acupuncture point. And...you are such a smart woman, can you only think of sacrificing yourself?" Feng Linwan looked at Situ Huiyun, their bodies are very close, and it can even be said that they tolerate each other, but what they think in their hearts is very far apart.

There is a famous woman who said 'the passage to a woman's soul is XX'.

This sentence may or may not be true.

At least at this moment, Feng Linmen couldn't understand Situ Huiyun, he was about to pierce the passage, but he still couldn't touch her soul.

Even when the fight was the most intense, he couldn't feel it at all. The other party came from the interaction of the soul, but it was just a wildness mixed with purpose and instinct.

In Yang Xiaoyun's eyes under the bed, complex, gloomy, painful, manic, angry, regretful, vicious and excited? When I heard that Feng Linxuan had come down this day, it really had meaning, and was no longer a dialogue of action commands or move names, his head suddenly seemed to be empty.

His eyes were all white, and he couldn't see anything.

His mind went black, and he couldn't think of anything.

Situ Huiyun shivered with her dehydrated lips, and said in a hoarse, soft voice mixed with excitement, "You let him go! I'll go with you! I'll follow you from now on."

She didn't answer Feng Linwan's question, and it could even be said that it had nothing to do with Feng Linmen's question.

Feng Linwen sighed: "I also want to let him go, after all...for me, he is still useful. I didn't intend to kill him originally, even giving him a cheat sheet is not a big deal. .But now...I think it's better to kill!"

Feng Linwan was not acting on his own volition.

Had a super-friendly relationship with someone else's wife, and thought about killing her husband.

What kind of wickedness is this?

Feng Linxen didn't want to be named by many high-ranking officials.

Originally, Yang Xiaoyun was the Dinghaishenzhen who stabilized Yangcheng and stabilized the current situation.

With him around, it is impossible for the Tatars to break through the obstacles and disintegrate the civilization of the Central Plains. Retaining order and rules will help Feng Linxen spread the name of 'Jiujianxian'. Although from the current point of view, the road to self-cultivation is not easy to take, and the shortcut is even more bizarre. But this is not the reason why Feng Linwan gave up moving forward.

But the current Yang Xiaoyun has experienced "pain" that is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people, and his xinxing is likely to undergo a major change.

Wu Sangui was given a little green hat by Li Chuang and Wang Fei thousands of miles away, so he burst into anger and gave the great rivers and mountains to Houjin.

What Feng Linxen did at this time was more than a thousand times more than that?

Feng Linwen could even imagine that once Yang Xiaoyun got out of trouble, he might directly open the city gate and let the Tartars in, attracting the Tartars to slaughter the city and destroy the country, dragging everyone to hell.

So, why did Feng Linxen refuse to really bombard Situ Huiyun in the first place?

Because Te is very clear that once something really happens, it will lead the whole situation to the most broken rhythm.

It's a pity, everything is fate, and it's not up to anyone.

How could he have thought that beyond the level of martial arts, the extraordinary means of entering the stage of immortality, when loaded on him, would cause such inconvenience.

Moreover, two mixed memories surged together, and no matter how firm Feng Linwen's will was, he would inevitably become confused.

Situ Huiyun didn't talk nonsense, she just hugged Feng Linwen tightly with her body, and wrapped Feng Linwen's vital points with her own warmth.

A normal man, a man who is a little pity and cherish jade, will not break free from the **** forcefully at this moment...

She turned herself into a rope.

I want to tie up the dragon, Feng Linwen.

what···!

The roar of pain finally broke out.

Plasma splattered under the bed.

Yang Xiaoyun couldn't unravel the acupoints, so he chose to explode the meridians in his body. When the meridians were broken, Feng Lin's innate qi mixed with sword qi poured into his internal organs, and he finally regained some mobility. However, if there were no accidents, he would not have survived for three days. Even if there is some panacea to hang on to, this is the case. Here...after all, it's just a martial arts world. There are not so many means to overcome life and death~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is like a worm, crawling out of the bed, dragging blood stains all over his body, constantly squirming towards the door.

He never looked back.

Even though he knew the scene behind him was unsightly, he never looked back.

He has to endure!

He has to endure!

He has to endure!

He wants to escape, he wants to leave here, he wants to regain everything he lost, sooner or later... sooner or later!

Clap!

A sword qi flew over, the head of the Six Yangs fell to the ground, and a generation of heroes turned into ghosts.

Feng Linwen was that unusual man.

Since Yang Xiaoyun has become a disaster, it is useless to stay.

Situ Huiyun's eyes dimmed next to him, but for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if the whole person's spirit and energy floated together. Then she suddenly slid her body and used her red lips to experience the various states of the world. He didn't even look at Yang Xiaoyun's body, but used it as a way to practice himself and forget the pain.

"Alas...!" Feng Linchen sighed, pulled Situ Huiyun up, and used his fingers to touch the five key points on her chest and abdomen.

"Why do you secretly commit suicide? Do you think that if you hide in a place where I can't see the truth, you can break your heart and die?" Feng Linxen knew that between Situ Huiyun and Yang Xiaoyun, something must have happened that he couldn't think of for the time being. Huge accident. If it weren't for such a heavy blow, it would be impossible to turn this elf-like woman into such a gloomy... and stupid.

She may still love Yang Xiaoyun, but also...she hates him even more.

That's why she did something in front of Yang Xiaoyun that 99% of the men in the world couldn't bear. She wanted to save Yang Xiaoyun from Feng Linye, but she used a method that would most hurt Yang Xiaoyun.

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