Chapter 80 Why is it always me who gets hurt?!

Not to mention the bad and bad sword emperors there, and then rushed to the place where the wind shook hands with a large pile of people. The fiery lotus rushed into the forest and found nothing for a long time. Finally, he flew back a little sullenly, and his face was very ugly.

"No one?" Shuiyue asked curiously.

"Yes, but I slipped away before I found him." The fiery lotus urn said angrily.

"Ha ha, it's the guy who didn't catch the man with the innate sword that Feng Fuyao didn't catch." Shuiyue closed her eyes and felt a faint breath that she felt on the drunken building. At that time, her eyes, like the deep water of the ancient well, couldn't help showing a trace of playfulness and curiosity. She raised the corners of her mouth and whispered, "You can slip away from the wind-shaking eyelids first and now come to me again. It's a little interesting to peep at us around us.

The fire lotus was sulking and didn't say anything. Anyway, he is also one of the best in the young generation, but he can't even catch a nobody at this time, which makes his psychology a little unbalanced.

The battle between Feng Fuyao and Yue Qingfeng over there has also reached an end. Jin Yuejia said it was help, but stood aside with [Xiao Jin] in his arms, solemnly analyzing the strength of the two sides and secretly comparing himself with them.

The moon is getting brighter and colder, and the earth slowly has an inexplicable pulse. The moonlight is soft, cold and pervasive, and the pulse is heavy and touching. Feng Fuyao has long put away the frivolity on his face and showed a serious and solemn expression. [ Kunpeng] moved rapidly in his hand, and it was really as ubiquitous as the breeze.

[Xuanwu] shook gently, and the light of the moon wrapped the wind's upper body, and the earth continued to rise with the inexplicable pulsation of earthy yellow lines to wrap his lower body tightly.

I feel that I am under more and more pressure and my actions are getting slower and slower. Feng Fuyao only felt that his upper body was floating and wanted to ascend to the sky, but his lower body was as heavy as if he could fall into the ground at any time. This opposite strange feeling makes him want to vomit blood.

And it seems that the air is also tightly filled with the moonlight and earthy yellow lines, and there is no air flow in this space. The absence of air flow means that his most proud wind can't be used.

"Although it has not been fully successful." The clear sound of Yue Qingfeng suddenly sounded, and then he looked up at the bright moon completely created by him and said with some obsessiveness, "But I still call him [Moonlight Hell], do you like it?"

Feng Fuyao really wants to say that I like your sister. But after curling his lips, he didn't say anything in the end. He just looked like he wanted to cry.

"Looking at the bustle outside, I quickly took action to break this labor [moonlight hell] to the young master." Feeling the greater and greater contrast, Feng Fuyao held [Kunpeng] tightly and said fiercely, "Otherwise, I won't be polite!"

"Hey..." Looking at the wind shaking and eating, Jin Yuejia, who was very shocked by the [Moonlight Hell], temporarily picked up his feelings and smiled and said, "The bird is going to lose his temper. OK, but don't forget to fly in the sky!"

Looking at Jin Yuejia not only waved the [Little Gold] in his hand like a demonstration, but the wind shook his heart to eat him raw. At this moment, he turned his eyes to the sullen lotus.

"And the strength of ghost crying and howling means that you don't have much to do." The fire lotus waved her hand randomly and said angrily. He hasn't recovered from the blow that someone just slipped under his eyelids.

"Sister Shuiyue, I know you are a living Bodhisattva when I see you are so gentle and kind. Good sister, please help me." Feng Fuyao is really a bitch. Originally, he played with his master all day long on his [Liuyun Island], but now he has been out of the forbidden place. In addition to being cheap, he has learned to be slippery.

"Brother Fuyao's words are wrong. Seeing that you are older than my little sister, how can you call me sister? Shuiyue looked at Feng Fuyao's cheap appearance and cooperated extremely, and followed him to follow him. But there is also a trace of shame in my heart. Do you really look so old? I have to say that for any woman, age is their reverse scale.

Looking at [Moonlight Hell] becoming more and more powerful and strange, Feng Fuyao really wanted to cry. He looked at Yue Qingfeng eagerly and hoped that Jianyuan would not continue to break this stuff by himself, but he saw that Yue Qingfeng's face was as usual but more and more violent.

"This damn sultry man!" Feng Fuyao scolded fiercely, and then [Kunpeng] trembled slightly.

It was a wisp of wind, a wisp of breeze, a wisp of breeze spewed from the tip of Kunpeng's sword.

The other three looked at the breeze in astonishment and looked at the swaying eyes of the wind and became excited.

The real war is finally about to begin. Jin Yuejia Fire Lotus Shuiyue stared at it with wide eyes without blinking.

The wind is clear.

The breeze rises and the clouds go away.

For some reason, as the tip of the sword spewed out the breeze, the breeze in the distance seemed to be quickly gathered here by some kind of call. The wind and clouds surged, and the bright moon was soon covered by dark clouds.

At the same time, wisps of whirlwind slowly converged and strengthened, and the wisps of earthy yellow lines erupting with the pulse of the earth were involved in it and tearing up wantonly destruction.

The corners of Yue Qingfeng's mouth finally rose gently, and the corners of his eyes showed a trace of satisfaction. Then his body slowly stood still, and the hand dancing the sword slowly returned to rest.

Still? Jin Yuejia's fire lotus water and moon couldn't help looking at each other, and his heart was full of curiosity.

The relationship between the five families is neither good nor bad, and it is expedient to check and balances after thousands of years of friction and collision. They can also say that they know each other's martial arts well, but this is the first time they have seen such a strange scene as Yue Qingfeng.

"No!" Looking at Fengfu's increasingly thickening expression, Jin Yuejia, who was the closest to him, suddenly showed a shocked expression and said loudly, "It's not static, but the frequency of his shaking sword is not within the range that our eyes can see!"

"His sword is getting faster and faster!" The fire lotus closed its eyes and said in surprise with Jianyuan for a moment.

Shuiyue also closed her eyes and felt the violent fluctuation with Jianyuan, and a trace of surprise flashed on her beautiful face: "It's more than three times faster than before. Well, I'm afraid Feng Fuyao will suffer a small loss, right?

Sure enough, the wind in [Moonlight Hell] felt something wrong at the first time when the moon breeze [Xuanwu] was still. Although he saw that he was about to use twelve points of power, his clothes were still cut by several long cracks by the sword, and a few wisps of green silk fluttered down and turned into powder all over the sky before he touched the still sword. And the clouds covering the moon and the wind he finally created were quickly crushed by more than half.

"I underestimate the enemy." Feng Fuyao looked at Yue Qingfeng, who looked like a smile, and couldn't help muttering in his stomach, "Sure enough, you are a sultry person! There is only a lot more bad water in this belly than me!"

[Kunpeng] suddenly trembled, and the tip of the sword was raised high. Before the tip of the sword fell, a tremor passed up again from the hilt. In this way, whenever the tip of the sword wanted to fall, it was suddenly bounced up again.

In this way, [Kunpeng] trembled like a wave, and the wind's face was full of sweat. It is also strange that the wind outside seems to have received the signal from [Kunpeng]. The previously destroyed wind soon gathered again and became more cold and fierce, and soon covered half of the moon and tore half of the earthy yellow lines again.

Then the two confronted each other, and the [Xuanwu] in Yue Qingfeng's hand was still, which was really still. And [Kunpeng] trembled five times and then calmed down, quietly floating in [Moonlight Hell].

The wind outside is still the same, half of the moon and half of the earthy yellow lines.

The wind is still blowing relentlessly to devour the remaining bright moon's earthy yellow lines, and the moon and lines are also crazy to recover the lost ground. For a moment, the three forces confronted each other like their masters, and no one could do anything about it.

"There is no division!" The fire lotus squinted and said softly.

"Half a catty and eight taels." Shuiyue's eyes swept over the fire lotus gold Yuejiayue's breeze and wind wave.

"Let them end." Looking at Feng Fuyao and Yue Qingfeng, Shuiyue said softly.

The three nodded, and then [Dragon King] washed away the earthy yellow sword strips, [red sparrow] burned half of the moon, and [Little Gold] blocked two strong winds. Feng Fuyao and Yue Qingfeng's bodies looked softly but fiercely at each other at the same time and stood up straight.

"Oh, why did you fight with the five little ancestors?" Huo Tian and the other four sword emperors finally ran over with their respective clans and shouted, "The five families must not fight in the same spirit!"

"Five is a shameless old fox." How can the five people not know what they are planning? On this occasion, whose little ancestor won the sword emperor of that family and had more face? Otherwise, they would have felt it long ago.

Unable to be polite, the five people returned to the Drunken Fairy Tower in an instant and continued to drink at the unfinished banquet just now.

"Well, you said that we came for that person and sent a representative to touch his details first, right?" The fire lotus said.

"He!" Then the four of them pointed Qianyu to Feng Fuyao with great tacit understanding.

Feng Fuyao, who was about to stuff chicken legs into his mouth, cried on the spot. Why me? Why is it always me who gets hurt?!

ps: Suddenly thought of the Great Day of Stick, 14 today. At that time, my nose was sore, my eyes were inexplicably sad, and then I looked at the title of this chapter. Whoo, I covered my face and cried, and I was not a living bird...