95 Fight for you

The bloody eyes have penetrated the body of Hu Mei. The blood was smeared all over her cheeks, but her round pair of black beads were intact and cold!

Her body has been poisoned, and all physical attacks can be poisoned and self-healing.

She didn't lose. It was only at that moment that I planned to go all out and never forgive those who are not worthy of forgiveness.

Mei fell to the ground. The poison dyed her whole body green, as if it were covered with moss.

Now, as long as you cross her body, you can go up and kill!

But the progress of things is much more complicated than expected. In addition to Wumei, who is already dead, and the words of Mei, there is one who can be spared from the poison of vision.

Chu Yunshen hasn't seen her at all since Yao Ling's coma.

"Oh--" The jacket stretched out and brushed his jade hand. The face that was still condensed with horrible blood just now instantly became as bright as spring. Although men who appear in time are not as interested in sleeping as women, it is the obligation of every beauty to stay beautiful at any time.

The jacket walked towards the man holding the knife. Her red shadow is reflected in the flying fairy bronze mirror. The red dress is elegant, the mountain rain is coming, and the building is full of wind.

Finally, a man came. And... he is also an old friend.

The story of the old man. Although people do not live for the past, there is no past. There is no future without the present.

"The clouds are deep." She called his name with rare tenderness in her eyes.

When he left the inkstone, he was still a little boy as tall as her waist, and now he has grown into a tall and handsome man.

It's just his tired face and spiritless dark circles... Alas, after leaving the demon clan for so long, is there still nothing he can do?

In a trance, Luoyao thought that Chu Yun's deep lips moved, as if when she was a child, she called her "Sister Luojia".

"Ah--! Hateful!"

The jacket didn't just notice the domineering sword spirit on her head. The other party did not intend to sneak up, and she also had 200 chances to turn around and fight back.

But she just gently turned sideways and dodged the sword. I just don't want the reckless guy to destroy the reunion of this old man.

The cold sword spirit reminded the falling jacket. Chu Yunshen's heart should not be bought by the sixth prince like a plum...

Before the sword arrived, my heart was cold. This is almost certain.

The jacket turned around and looked at the man holding the sword. Ah, this look, anger, sadness, manic, so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere many years ago.

That's right. Luo Ya gently bit his red lips. When Yan Lixi lost Xin Yi, it was this expression.

"It's you... It's really you." Xiao Fengchuan's cold sword pointed to the throat of the jacket. Obviously, he is already furious, and he still pretends to be so calm. It's really worthy of...

Luo Yu Jiao smiled and said, "I just sent two women, and finally two handsome men came. It's still fair."

"Did you do it in the distant coma!"

"What so, so what if it's not? Don't you think it's ridiculous to hold a sword? Even you know that you won't kill me."

Fengchuan choked. It really can't be killed. Chu Yunshen sat on the window sill, looked at the two people with swords and yawned without a sound.

I remember the same thing the last time I fought against Xiao Fengchuan in the glazed ghost castle. Xiao Fengchuan didn't even have a chance to do it at all, but he still joined hands with Yao Ling and defeated the poisonous glass beautifully. And without a distant spirit this time, I don't know what will happen to him.

Wait and see.

Will he still rush up and fight with a sword as before?

He won't. Xiao Fengchuan put down his sword, and his tone was calm while drooping at the tip of the sword: "Third brother, are you all hiding something from me?"

Chu Yunshen glanced at Fengchuan without knowing it. He learned the truth of Yaoling's coma on the way home last night.

Sure enough, no one has told Xiao Fengchuan. I'm afraid of his impulsiveness.

It's okay to tell him.

"That girl was locked in the soul." Chu Yunshen was full of energy and rubbed her temples. "If you kill this woman, the little girl will be hopeless."

"Then how can you let go of the distant spirit?" Fengchuan asked patiently. He looked at the poisonous woman in front of him fiercely. She was a kind of poison herself, so that his sword no longer had room to wave.

This feeling of having a sword in his hand but not being able to protect his favorite person... made him unbearable.

Let go? Why let it go? Her purpose is to kill them all, then take away the hunting soul and return to the inkstone...

The jacket is still considering whether to bring Chu Yunshen. Take it, as if he was the same child as before.

Think about it carefully, the sixth son has been taking away the people around her. First her lover, then her partner...

Now is the time to come back. Xiao Fengchuan, you dare not attack me, but I won't show mercy to you!

The ten nails burning with flames suddenly stretched to three feet, and the green spirit was as cold as autumn frost. Seeing its shadow but not seeing the light, Fengchuan reminded him of a famous sword mentioned by Wulingchun.

"Lezi • Tang Wen": "Kong Zhou said: 'I have three swords, but my son chooses. One is that it contains light, and you can't see it. You don't know what it touches. It's boundless, and you can't see it. The second is the relationship between the shadow, and the taste is refreshing. When the sun and night are faint, you can see it in the north. If there is something, there is nothing like. Its touch is also suddenly sounded, and things are not seen. On the third day of the night practice, Fang day sees the shadow but does not see the light, and the night sees the light but does not see the shape. Its touch is also passed by, and it is followed by, and it feels sick but not bloody.

Night practice? Why are the poisonous nails so similar to Xiao's sword practice at this moment... Is it because she poisoned the sword and made it a nail weapon - a variant of Xiao's sword practice?

A terrible woman, her poison, even a ruthless sword can't be avoided.

"Wo", while talking, the rootless green mang has caught the blade of the rice sword. The speed is so fast that it is only seen in Fengchuan's life.

In the final analysis, this is not a battle between sword and sword, but still a battle between sword and poison. Fengchuan understands the idea that "it is not a person who uses a sword, but a sword that shapes a person." This person will never be satisfied with the sharp blade of killing without blood. She has to kill into a piece of flesh and blood to relieve her hatred.

As Fengchuan saw on the way here, the blood under the dead servants turned into blood-red picture scrolls, their arms were broken, and they were poisoned... The black plums were ulcerated all over, and the words next to them were penetrated.

Feng Chuan Ge opened the claws of the jacket. The five sharp blades that were about to make force rushed into the air, making a cruel sound of "credding" cutting the air. The cut air turned into thousands of qi swords and attacked Fengchuan. While Fengchuan jumped away, the two chairs beside him shattered!

This woman is not easy to deal with. Fengchuan said to Chu Yunshen, "Third brother, I'll block her. You take Yaoling and Brother Wu to go first!"

Chu Yun, who was dozed off, nodded his head fiercely and almost fell off the window sill. He shook his head vigorously and woke up. He muttered vaguely in his sleep, "Without the eldest brother's order, I won't move..."

"Third brother!" The long sword flew over her head again and again, but she simply fell down and hid calmly. I can't help it. If I don't kill, I can't subdue this strange and poisonous woman at all!

Fengchuan's shout was like a plea. Chu Yunshen was indifferent. The body of Umei was next to him, and his eyes were no different from seeing the two broken chairs.

A few days ago, Hua Mei was still holding his arm, stepping on the green together, and drinking together. This feeling seems to be shallower than sleeping against a Taihu stone.

The sharp blade was so fierce that it rubbed against the rice sword, and the harsh sound and blue sparks flashed by. Fengchuan finally understood that the purpose of this duel was just to torture him! Let him enjoy the feeling of being tied up and being led by the nose in this grinding battle!

After a fierce collision, the two turned around at the same time. Two pairs of green blades clamped the rice sword at the same time. She restrained Fengchuan's strength, and the two of them were deadlocked.

The suspicious eyes of the fallen jacket were eager to find something on Xiao Fengchuan. A little surprise flashed in her cold blue eyes.

"Why didn't you get the poison of your eyebrows?"

Xiao Fengchuan was stunned. He stared at the distant spirit almost all day long, and there was no reason not to be poisoned by vision. From the moment he rushed in with his sword, he began to doubt.

And now - Xiao Fengchuan and Luo Ya started to fight. No matter how slow the poison is, the toxin should have traveled all over his body long ago to make him lose his combat effectiveness.

"I planted the poison of vision on the remote spirit. You stare at her every day, but you are not poisoned. Luo jacket sneered, "Are you also a dead person, a blind man, and an office person?"

Chu Yunshen nodded fiercely on the window sill. He fell asleep completely and slept in isolation from the world.

The blue light flashed in front of Fengchuan's chest. The jacket only felt that her fingertips were warm, and there was a sweet smell in the air that made her excited.

"chi——"

The blood was like a blowout, dyeing three long black claw marks on Fengchuan's chest.

It's so easy to get hurt! Is this Xiao Fengchuan's defense, but dozens of moves are easily attacked to the chest!

The blood slowly flowed down the green blade. The jacket stared at the sudden blood, and the hot tip of his tongue was ready to move in his lips.

She understood what was going on.

"So you've been poisoned for a long time... It's just that you sacrificed your defense to fight reluctantly, right..."

As the jacket said, the tip of the cherry red tongue broke through the blockade of the rational lips and licked the blood flowing on the blade claws. The hot and beautiful smell made her tremble slightly.

This is the blood flowing for love, the hottest blood flowing from the depths of the heart! Let her hatred burn again!

Her poison - it can curb a person's ability to act, but it can't change anyone's heart!

"No one can let me put down my sword." Fengchuan's sword pointed to his jacket and ignored the blood rushing all over his body. "Maybe I can't kill you in this battle. But the person who fell down first between us will never be me.