Chapter 338 Long Life 4

If you fight like this, you will definitely die...

Fang Qiuyao has a faint consciousness in his heart. It's strange that he was scared to death by Heiyan a few days ago. Now he is equivalent to the strong combination of Heiyan and Qin Yan. Seeing that his death is approaching, he doesn't have much fear in his heart, but he is still a little excited.

The sword gave him the courage to face death and the confidence to defeat the enemy.

'Since ancient times, this big man has been extremely evil. This big man has a brute force, far less fierce and brave than Black Rock. Another guy who hides his head and tail is only relying on a little body, which is comparable to Brother Han's exquisite swordsmanship! Even if there are 100 such people, I am still not afraid!'

In his heart, Fang Qiuyao became more and more brave. He not only resisted the enemy's stormy attack, but also began to fight back.

Once again, when he was intertwined with the tall figure that looked like a grizzly bear, the sword light in Fang Qiuyao's hand poured like a waterfall, covering half of the body of the "grizzly bear" and instantly displayed several changes such as hanging, clouds, strangling, pulling, circles, etc., which can be called the ultimate of his swordsmanship he learned. While blocking the "grizzly bear" sword, he lifted his body. The man in the fog also In no time to save it, I could only see the sword scratching from the right shoulder of the high figure to the lower abdomen, and the broken cloth scattered in the vast fog.

But blood gushed out.

Fang Qiuyao's heart was so awe-inspiring that he didn't have time to look at the wound of the tall figure, so he had to turn around to deal with the strong wind from behind.

"Go!" The man in the fog shouted in a low voice, and a strong fishy smell spewed out of his mouth, which made Fang Qiuyao's breath suffocate and was almost scratched by the other party's claw on the shoulder.

The enemy is a ghost like a zombie, with violent insidiousness all over his body. In case he is bitten or caught, God knows whether the body of Jingye can save his life.

The footsteps of the person behind him gradually faded away, but the offensive of the man left behind in the fog was more fierce. Fang Qiuyao did not dare to neglect and had no time to turn back. While being entangled by the other party, he also pestered the other party and decided to try his best to leave the person in front of him and force him to say all the conspiracy.

Two vague figures moved and flashed in the fog. Fang Qiuyao used all his strength, and his sword danced like frost, staring at the enemy's body. The other party's speed may have been exerted to the extreme, leaving countless vague shadows between the shaking of the body, and then being smashed by the fierce sword spirit.

Such a fierce battle consumes strength. It is not inconvenient for Fang Qiuyao to have a clean body as a support. On the contrary, the other party is gradually stretched, and his body footwork is far less dazzling than at the beginning. After dozens of moves, Fang Qiuyao finally seized the opportunity and stabbed the man's ribs with a sword, and the blade penetrated several inches deep, almost piercing him whole.

Fang Qiuyao was overjoyed and thought he had won, but at this time, he heard the man humming. A pair of red jade eyes became brighter and brighter. Regardless of his injury, he waved his paws and patted him on the forehead.

Looking at the man's posture, he is going to die together. Fang Qiuyao hurriedly tried to draw his sword to resist, but the blade was stuck by the other party with the bones and flesh in his body, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Seeing the fishy wind blowing on his face, Fang Qiuyao didn't want to get this claw for nothing, so he had to release his right hand holding the sword and hurriedly retreat.

When he stabilized his body and looked up, he saw that the man had been wrapped in a gray fog and shot into the thatched hut in front of him, interspersed by, and threw himself into the distant jungle with the cold breath.

The fog around him gradually dissipated. Fang Qiu looked at the dilapidated hut that had collapsed in half of his heart and hesitated. I don't have a sword in my hand now. Do you still want to follow it?

'No, I must figure it out, I can't let them harm people!'

He took a long breath, made up his mind, and suddenly exerted his strength under his feet, chasing after the cold air left by the monster.

Entering the jungle, the traces left by the monster became lighter and lighter, and the cold became much thinner. Maybe it won't be long before the clues will completely disappear, and Fang Qiuyao accelerated his pace anxiously.

The jungle is not gloomy, and the smell is more and more difficult to find. After walking a distance, Fang Qiuyao completely lost the trace of the monster. He still did not give up, carefully searched for some clues that he thought were suspicious, and groped for a lake.

There is an exquisite pavilion by the lake. Next to the pavilion stands several boulders, surrounded by green willows, with beautiful flowers, but also a beautiful scenery.

At this time, the drizzle sprinkled on the lake, ripples, lotus leaves and willow branches tremble, and the whole world is integrated into a strange rhythm.

Fang Qiuyao suddenly felt it in his heart. Through this scene, he vaguely experienced the quiet and natural realm of kendo. Unfortunately, now is not a good time to practice swords. He has no sword in his hand and has to track the two escaped monsters. He really has no leisure and has to slowly think about this understanding in the future.

When he thought so, he still felt a little regretful.

On that day, Brother Han's swordsmanship was amazing. He saw it in the clouds, and many places were puzzled. Today, he rarely felt something, as if he had figured out a lot of things in an instant. If he calm down and studied it carefully, it would definitely be of great benefit. Unfortunately, that damn ghost...

He was distracted and didn't pay much attention to the surrounding scenery. After walking a few steps along the lakeside path, I suddenly heard an extremely panicked scream behind the side.

"Ah-"

The sound came from behind the boulder beside the pavilion. Fang Qiuyao suddenly turned around, and then saw a scene that stunned him.

A ** female body is half lying on the shoal behind the boulder, and her snow-white skin is exposed to the air. Lying on the side there, the wonderful scenery can make the immortal Buddha return to vulgarity. She held her hands in front of her chest in a panic, but she couldn't cover the full and round peak scenery. Looking down, her waist and limbs are slender, and her lines are soft without any fat. The legs are long and strong, white and smooth. And between those legs, there is a dark and intoxicating valley...

Fang Qiuyao looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, as if he had been struck by lightning, but he couldn't look away for a moment.

Under his stunned gaze, the girl also saw his face, her open red lips slowly closed, her long hair spread freely, and a few strands of hair rested around the corners of her mouth, adding a little more charm.

"Fang...Brother Fang..." She shyly shrank into the crack of the stone and spoke timidly.

After a long time, Fang Qiuyao finally reacted and turned around. His face turned red and stammered, "Miss Butterfly... Why are you here?"

The girl took the initiative to invite him to dance the day before yesterday, and her affection for him was full of words. Fang Qiuyao didn't understand. He pretended to be stupid at that time, but he didn't expect to see you in this situation today...

The girl heard Fang Qiuyao's trembling voice and saw that he was more nervous than herself, but her mood calmed down.

"This place is quiet and few people come here, so I often like to take a shower here. Brother Fang, why did you come?"