Chapter 40: Dangerous

By the Huoling River, at the foot of Montenegro, there was a cold wind blowing from the dark ferry. The old boat family is like a grassy people living in the flames of war, huddled on the ferry, like a small and dilapidated ferry, an unbreakable haven under the world, a solid barrier like a golden barrier.

The wind is cold and makes people tremble desperately.

Feng Kui's eyes are dull, but his heart has tightened. Every muscle, every nerve, and every point of vitality in his blood are in an active state, fully preparing for battle. The comer is not good and difficult to deal with. Feng Kui looked at the plain face and saw the plainness of a carnivorous beast hunting. People who really know how to kill will not regard killing as fun. Those who regard killing as fun are psychopathic madmen. They regard killing as a habit, as if they are as common as daily eating. The only thing that interests them is the pattern and taste of food. Obviously, the sparkle in the man's eyes has shown that this dish suits his taste and he likes it very much.

Feng Kui moved his eyes slightly, glanced at the ferry and the old boat, and gently pushed Bai Xiaoyi: "Go to the boat, I'm afraid... I'll kill you."

Reluctance appeared in Bai Xiaoyi's eyes, and a sad look flashed by. She suddenly smiled and smiled quietly: "I'll be with you, and grasp it more."

Feng Kui shook his head and said, "We two should have at least one who can stand. It's happiness for a man to fall and lie in a woman's arms, and it's a shame for a woman to fall and lie in a man's arms.

Bai Xiaoyi nodded gently, and the smile on her face was like a cluster of beating flames, some of which were not real, but very beautiful, like fireworks blooming, gorgeous. She already knows that the man around her wants happiness, not shame. Smart women, make smart choices. She retreated to the ferry, but the old boat did not refuse, and did not even look up at Bai Xiaoyi.

On the Huo Ling River, there was a sudden storm. The river rolled up waves one by one and couldn't help slapping the shore, like a muffled thunder. At this dark ferry, it was extremely heavy. But the ferry remained motionless between the surges, like a rock protruding from the water. The water sank and floated, and it did not move.

Feng Kui looked at the middle-aged man again and frowned angrily: "It seems that some big shots have already stared at me. If I had known this, I should have done a little more, or followed someone's advice and bypassed this black area. It was more excessive, such as holding Rasha's slender hand and pulling her all the way until she embarked on the ferry to the Treasure Island. I believe this is a good choice, and it must be very comfortable to hold Rasha's hand. But all the time has passed. The most important thing is that if you can come again, Feng Kui Shou will still be like this, because holding Rasha's hand will be more dangerous than this. The pearl in the palm of the patriarch of Shura Dao, those hands are enough to crush a medium sect. Before and after others, Feng Kui wanted to touch it, but he had to think about it over and over again.

Unfortunately, he seemed to forget that although he did not hold Rasha's hand, he did something more damnable than holding hands.

He touched Rasha's noble face for more than a moment.

The middle-aged man looked serious: "Real big man! More than one, from the moment you killed the blood eye, at least three pairs of eyes are staring at you. Only one pair of eyes are worried about you. The owner of those eyes, I hope you can live. Therefore, the owner of the other two pairs of eyes immediately increased their determination to kill you by 10,000 times. This means that you are dead." This is not an indifferent demon, with a little literati temperament.

The magic way with elegant demeanor.

Feng Kui was relieved: "Presumably, there must be many people in the demon world who admire Miss Rasha. I really should follow Rasha's advice and not disappoint her good intentions. Is it time for me to pay the price for my stubbornness?

"Lord Rasha is kind."

The middle-aged man suddenly sighed. His eyes looked at Bai Xiaoyi, which was meaningful.

Feng Kui was surprised and secretly celebrated that Bai Xiao also did not intervene at the beginning. Deal with the trouble you caused by yourself. Beautiful women can't do this kind of thing, and men can't bear it.

Feng Kui's face was calm and whispered, "Let's do it."

The man smiled, not ferocious and softly. My name is Qingshan!" Qingshan suddenly said with a proud expression. There were no green mountains in the ancient demon world, which was a way to express yearning. In the Kyushu world, green mountains can be seen everywhere. People will not think that the name is so solemn that it contains many dreams and realities in it.

Feng Kui nodded: "I remember your name."

"Very good."

The smile on Qingshan's face disappeared, and it was time to hunt immediately. Suddenly, a huge sword appeared in his hand, which was as big as a mountain and a blue mountain. The sword is cyan, dead cyan, like a corpse spot. As soon as it appears, it is a thick aura.

Feng Kui sacrificed Dongxia for the first time, but instead of holding it in his hand as usual, he put the sword across his head and pointed it at the green mountain. The huge sword in Qingshan's hand rose up, like an enraged monster, ferociously facing Dongxia like an elf, and a sword roared like a thirsty roar.

"Da Luo Jinxian, an unprecedented challenge!" Feng Kui's heart sighed heavily. If he can get through this disaster, it means that he has the ability to take off the head of the Yuanling dog. However, he didn't know how confident he was to win. He couldn't predict it at all. This is something out of his control, a huge challenge. However, he firmly believes that he will not fail. This is a psychological hint and self-encouragement.

There is not much knowledge about the sword cultivation of the devil's way. When Qingshan's first sword spirit came, Feng Kui knew that the power of Qingshan was still above his greatest prediction. The sword spirit is like its name, thick and condensed, like a green mountain, a dead green mountain, almost hitting the head of the wind, coming from the air, the roaring sound, like a wild beast roaring and roaring. On the sword spirit of Qingshan, with the will to die, he was born for a large-scale war and a reaper on the battlefield.

In the face of this sword, Feng Kui Shou actually has a feeling that he can't lift his strength. The ethereal posture of the sword can't be exerted at all, let alone vertical and horizontal. Therefore, he could only jump and leave a series of virtual shadows behind him, showing the shape of a dragon, and his body has reached mid-air. Qingshan seemed to have expected all this for a long time. The second sword spirit was vigorous. Feng Kui only saw the original place where he stood, and even the surrounding rocks no longer existed. A cold brilliance appeared in his eyes. Dongxia seemed to be alive, shaking in the air, and the sword spirit came out, like a flying locusts, like thousands of red carp flowing across the river, The second sword spirit of Qingshan took over.

Qingshan looked at the bright red sword spirit in the sky and showed approval: "The control is exquisite and the calculation is accurate." I don't know if it's a praise or a simple judgment of Feng Kui. However, no more than one point of strength, no less than one point, just to resolve his sword gas, which is indeed not what ordinary sword practitioners can do. This control can be said to be said to be amazing. Qingshan clearly knows that Feng Kui's cultivation is only in the realm of immortals. As soon as his words fell, the giant sword suddenly danced like a wild dragon, up and downs, and the sword spirit fell like a pillar of heaven, dead air, pressing on the head of the wind and completely suppressed it. Unexpectedly, it did not give the head a chance to fight back.

Feng Kui felt that there were mountains all over him, and pieces of death suppressed him, just like he suppressed Yang You that day. He knew that if he did not find the opportunity to fight back and grasp it firmly, his end would be similar to Yang You's, and he might die worse. Feng Kui's head suddenly moved his hands, and his ferocious bone claws burst out of his palms and hit the sword spirit, and then they were all crushed, only playing a little role in making. However, it is enough for Feng Kui to take a breath in this gap.

What he wants is this smooth breath.

Feng Kui roared for the first time. Under brazenly, a large area of fine light suddenly lit up all over his body, making it seem to be wearing a golden thorn armor. Under the golden light, a murderous atmosphere emerged one after another, suppressing the surrounding death. At the peak of Jingman, Feng Kui's head has been submerged by the mountain sword spirit, and life and death are unknown. But from the frown of Qingshan, Feng Kui's head actually stiffened down from his sword spirit, which made him doubtful. This is by no means something that immortals can do.

At the moment of doubt in the green mountains, a dazzling red light suddenly lit up, as if the scorching sun suddenly exploded in the sky, but what poured out was boundless coldness, cruelty and despair. In Qingshan's eyes, an unsensible sword spirit suddenly appeared all over Feng Kui's head, which condensed around him, like a demon general from the sky, conquering the world. Feng Kui's whole body was broken early, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help bleeding. His whole body formed a huge sword array, with a total of 333 sword spirit, which was already his ultimate.

The sword array suddenly rotated and condensed into a training. The mutant murderous atmosphere interprets the eternal withering bloom, evil and enchanting **, silent. It seems that a dark current surged, and the sword spirit came before it arrived. The murderous spirit came first. Even if the Qingshan cultivation reached the realm of Daluo Golden Fairy, he couldn't help sighing and shouted, "This is impossible." As if facing a big enemy, he looked grim.

The sword is in the air, like a long rainbow, straight to the green mountains. The green mountain shouted, the giant sword flew, and the sword spirit came out. It was as vast as the northern Ming Kunpeng, building a fortress. Then the giant sword suddenly pointed forward, and the sword spirit turned into a long river, facing the strong blow of Feng Kui's first sword array.

Endless annihilation, endless destruction, as if the sky had been blown out of a hole.

Da Luo Jinxian is really powerful.

The green mountain retreated eight steps in a row, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and stood still, but Feng Kui's head flew out, retreated dozens of feet, and hit a mountain wall. The blood flashed in his eyes, the murderous spirit surged, and the murderous spirit surged in his eyes, which had made Feng Kui's head on the edge of madness. Just a little, he is about to go completely crazy and fall into a killing situation that six relatives don't recognize.

"What's the helpless sword array?!"

Feng Kui sighed bitterly, felt countless meridians and internal organs shattered all over his body, and felt a kind of paleness and weakness. But soon, Feng Kui's face returned to calm, and the blood in his eyes sprayed thin as substance. If you want him to accept his fate, that's impossible. He suddenly broke away from the rock wall and walked to the green mountains. At every step, there was a murderous atmosphere under his feet, which changed into a demonic rose, quietly blooming and withered. I'm also a demon, actually." The twisted voice of Feng Kui's head suddenly sounded, and an evil and dangerous breath began to wake up. The last bondage in his heart was completely untied, and his will was relaxed, releasing the suppressed mass murderous atmosphere.

In an instant, he burned, and his murderous spirit expelled all his will, leaving only the instinct of killing.

Qingshan's face was full of panic and muttered, "The lawless murderous spirit, this is the power." Full of bitterness.

Bai Xiaoyi, who was on the ferry, quietly slid down with tears, opened her little mouth slightly, looked at the murderous head above, and choked, "I'd rather give you shame..." She knew that either she was killed by the man in the sky; or it was a corpse lying in her arms. At that moment, she felt that a piece of meat had been cut off in her heart, which made her soul tremble.