blood sacrifice

The anger of being ignored made Liao Feng, who was already irritable, even more angry. He increased the strength of his hands regardless of the severity, seeing the clear finger marks on Rong Ye's jaw, and listening to the overwhelmed jaw. Making a fragile muffled sound, watching Rong Ye's handsome face turn pale due to the pain but never groaning his insistence, Liao Feng couldn't restrain himself any longer, he leaned over like hair xie, his breath blended, his four lips wanted to stick , the long-lost scorching and familiar ironing heart shakes the soul, and the spirit tongue drives straight into it to explore.

Rong Ye snapped his teeth together in resentment, but Liaofeng evaded in time like a prophet, and the kisses that were full of revenge were filled with thick blood, and scarlet mixed with saliva overflowed from the corners of his lips. The side face slid over the neck and fell into the delicate collarbone.

Even though the lips and tongue were bitten off, Liao Feng continued to lick the kiss persistently as if he didn't mind it, no matter how Rong Ye struggled to push back, he stuck his hand in through the already scantily clad neckline!

Never thought that Liao Feng would be so bold and reckless. Realizing that there were others around him, Rong Ye struggled and resisted: "Do you believe that if you struggle again, I will accidentally destroy you?".

But hearing the muffled sound at the neck, Rong Ye could only stiffen stiffly and dare not move any more.

"Turn around, don't look..." He didn't look back, because he didn't dare, because he was afraid, afraid to see the worry in the man's eyes, afraid to see the man collapse and lose control because of this.

His lips parted slightly, weak and powerless, but he knew he could hear him, and he didn't want him to see himself being played around with others, at least he didn't want him to see...

He raised his head, closed his eyes and didn't want to look at the chaotic scene, but because he lost his sense of sight, touch and hearing, he became more acute.

Feeling the slightly icy hands slipping from his waist, Rong Ye has never felt so humiliated.

"Liaofeng Jielie! Let go of your hand!! He is not someone you can touch!"

The long dark blue hair hangs in the air automatically and diffuses without wind, the sword eyebrows are tightened, and the blue halo spreads in the eyes, gradually invading the whites of the eyes, the whole body is shining with fluorescent blue light, countless magic particles are shining in this world of ice and rocks , the condensed and fierce collision produced a flickering silver light, gathered in the palm of the right hand with the ten fingers slightly raised, intertwined and overlapped to form a dark blue long sword.

The whole body of the long sword is ice blue, and the color of the sword's heart becomes darker and closer to black, while the toughness extending from the two wings becomes lighter and lighter, so crystal clear that it is almost impossible to see clearly, but the end is covered with a trace of dark red, Subtle but impossible to ignore.

Although he knows that this Demon Lord is nothing more than a superficial appearance, the magic power has long been exhausted for the reincarnation of his lover, and what is left is only the source of magic power that can only maintain life, or any living thing. Paul did the most primitive instinct nothing more.

But even though he was as strong as possible, Ke Liaofeng still had to be overwhelmed by the sight in front of him.

The cold and gloomy voice seemed to come from hell, with a deterrent and venom that cannot be ignored, domineering and powerful, as if obedience was the only choice.

It is obvious that the spiritual power is empty and full of loopholes, but the frightening reality and the domineering aura of the king still make people shudder. The eyes that have gone through countless wars and blood baptism are full of anger and mania at the moment, the slightly bent knees, and the slightly lowered center of gravity , a watertight combat posture.

Although the strength of the magic power can't help but make people laugh out loud, Liao Feng surprisingly didn't dare to take it with him. He subconsciously protected the person in his arms behind him, and kept pouring out old elf words from his mouth, and the light green magic particles rushed Flooding around Liao Feng's body, gradually enveloping the two of them.

Even if the man's soul has lost consciousness, his battle-hardened body still abides by his duty to defend the inviolable dignity of a man as a king. To fight or not to fight, to live or to die, can determine the power of this one-sided battle. The battle situation is precisely him, and it can only be this person.

Tap your toes, and a figure disappears like a ghost and reappears in front of Liaofeng, leaving only a little blue fluorescence along the way.

Liao Feng was taken aback, the man's speed exceeded his estimate, he swung his sword down, he was caught off guard and could only push Rong Ye away and narrowly avoided him.

The disparity in strength made the man have no capital to confront Liao Feng head-on. He gathered the magic particles and waved the man back two steps abruptly, leaning forward to turn back.

In just a few rounds, the consumption of magic power in the duel between masters is beyond the man's affordability at this time. The rapid decline of magic power makes the man's offensive gradually weak, although the king's memory and pride make him do not know what defense is. He is still aggressively attacking mechanically, but he is no longer relaxed and calm in the past, and the arrogance of playing with the opponent in the palm of his hand.

Liaofeng, on the other hand, is proficient in tactical psychology, and gradually changed letting go to attacking. The confrontation between the two sides caused the blue and green magic particles to rub and collide fiercely, blasting brilliant bright spots in the air. At the same time, the man's The disadvantages became more and more obvious, and a tired look appeared on his handsome face.

Liaofeng seemed to want to humiliate the man intentionally, but he intentionally avoided his vital points in a move that he could understand with one move, rubbing against his sleeves and trousers, leaving scars that were not fatal but deeply visible, red blood swarming Out, a large piece of clothes that were mostly dyed red, people can't help but look shocking, the pain can be imagined.

But because the man lost consciousness, he just instinctively wielded his sword mechanically based on years of experience in his body, dodging, attacking, and stabbing, like a pioneer who has no pain on the battlefield. The fierce action will only make the blood flow more fiercely.

The blood was scattered on the white and crystal-clear ice surface, embellished with many pale pink ice flowers, bright red, beautiful but dazzling.

It was another sword, precise and brutal but no longer powerful, the blood bead drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Looking at the falling red one after another in shock, Rong Ye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he didn't care to look at other things, he didn't care to take the opportunity to escape, his gaze seemed to be rooted in the imprint of Yin Hong, there was only one voice in his mind, he didn't want to see this promiscuous The staring man looked defeated and frustrated!

Any accident in the blink of an eye is just a moment, a momentary loss of consciousness, followed by a loud noise, a blue light flashed past the eyes with lightning speed, and a breeze can be vaguely felt on the cheek.

Looking back hastily, only to see the man's body uncontrollably hitting the icicle next to him like a kite with a broken string, shaking off the ice shards and then bouncing back abruptly and falling to the ground.Kneeling on one knee to support the heavily injured body, blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, and when it fell on the cold ground, it congealed instantly before he fainted.

But the man who had been violent and out of control since just now only knew how to plunder and attack the man with a stern face trembled violently the moment his eyes intersected with Rong Ye's, and the focus gradually converged on Rong Ye's body like a brand. Mo Mei's blue pupils made Rong Ye's heart tighten. There was a rush in his chest, and he lowered his head subconsciously to avoid the man's sight.

"Oh, interesting," Liao Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked into Melting Night with a smile that was not a smile, but the smile was not as good as the cold golden pupils, "I still don't forget to put on a sentimental drama here at this time. "

His eyes lingered between the man and Rong Ye, and finally fixed on the man who only looked at Rong Ye and completely ignored his own dignity: "Also, the only time to show expressions is now."

"Enough! What do you want?!" Swinging away Liao Feng's restraint, Rong Ye raised his head and looked straight at Liao Feng without fear, subconsciously defending the man.

"Yo, what's the matter, do you feel distressed? Is that really the expression?" Although it was teasing, even though it was deliberately ugly and humiliating, but after hearing Rong Ye's words, his eyes became more and more ruthless, and his face became even more gloomy. Not necessarily like a palette, "I'm a little curious, but I want to see what shocking and moving love chapter you can perform!"

After finishing speaking, Liaofeng quickly gathered light green magic particles, and the particles were kneaded into long and thin strips after a few movements of his fingertips, and he swung it over with a whip.

"Woo!" Four light blue rays of light flashed in at the same time, blocking the sharpness that swung in front of him, and the remaining power burst, stopping Liaofeng's pace.

The blue light is full of brilliance, shining glass-like fluorescence, colorful.

"Your Majesty, we are late, please make amends!" Two figures still blocked Rong Ye, while the other two figures quickly flashed past, kneeling respectfully and sitting in front of the man who looked a bit embarrassed .

However, the man who was called His Excellency was completely indifferent to the arrival of his subordinates, and he didn't even say a perfunctory word of courtesy. His eyes were still focused on Rong Ye, and he never left for a moment.

And those two figures seemed to be used to such things long ago, they just exchanged a look at each other as if signaling each other, and then turned to Rong Ye together, still kneeling on one knee neither humble nor overbearing but full of respect: "We pay homage to Your Majesty. "

"You're mistaken, I'm a man!" Rong Ye retorted almost as soon as he heard it.This world is really strange, how everyone regards themselves as women!Where does he look like a woman? !

Seeing this, the two seemed to understand the strangeness, shrugged their shoulders indifferently, ignored Rong Ye's blurted rebuttal, and just went back to the man to check his injuries.

Carefully probing the man's pulse and spiritual power, the two of them raised their heads from time to time, with shock and fleeting clarity in their eyes, and they exchanged information with each other through their eyes, but the tightly knit brows made the atmosphere change. Even more stalemate.

For a long time, the two of them seemed to be hesitant, but they finally focused their eyes on Rong Ye.