The remnant sun, angry and red, spitting like blood, shrouded the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the dazzling afterglow of the sunset, Feng Xiao Xiao stood with a sword, behind him was a lonely well, and in front of him was a ruined wall...... The blood-stained ruins and ruins lay corpses scattered and scattered, shockingly red.

The stagnant air, without a trace of wind, and the smell of blood, gathered around and diffused, but before approaching his body, it was diluted by an invisible evil intent.

As he gasped for breath, the glow of his tired eyes faded, his memory blurred, and he began to look back......

Dozens of corpses.

The siege was scattered.

Hunt them down the wall.

Under the sword, the blood soared, and I saw more and more frightened and desperate eyes before death.

The Four Great Monks...... and Fan Qinghui, finally here, all here......

Buddha Array, Sword Array, Dao Array! The endless fierce battle is obviously only half a day, but it seems that it has spent a hundred years in torment!

"Tuk! Sincere! Sincere! The sound of the desolate wooden fish sounded, as if the souls of the dead were overkill here.

Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes moved, regrouped, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a sneer, and said, "Chang Shan Lao Ni, you are not dead yet." ”

Chang Shan is the host of the Jade Crane Nunnery, he remembers that he fought next to the wisdom master three sandalwood beads, and gave Chang Shan a sword, but he didn't expect this old nun to be alive, and he was shocked by the sound of Muyu Sanskrit, which made him feel uneasy.

Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with murderous intent again, this old nun's one-handed voice attack was more annoying than Zhu Yuyan's Heavenly Demon Sound, although it was quite inferior in terms of skill, but it seemed to be able to restrain his demonic skills, otherwise how could he be injured just now, he would have to kill first.

Fan Qinghui's figure flickered, and he stopped in front of Chang Shan, and the sword array around him moved together, and the seventeen people were like one person, almost teleporting, completely blocking Feng Xiaoxiao's sight.

She whispered a Buddha name, and Yurong stopped the water and said: "The evil emperor is about to run out of oil and the lamp is dry, why not stop it, and the poor nun will ensure that his life will not be hurt after the wind as the master of Cihang Jingzhai Zhai." Her words are simple, her expression is calm, and her tone is easy-going, but it is the same as the long sword she holds, although it is several feet away from the air, it also shoots directly into people's hearts.

Feng Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows, smiled and said softly: "That's really good, it seems that Feng has only the dead end of waiting to be slaughtered." ”

Fan Qinghui said indifferently: "The four holy monks have set up a Buddha array, the seven Taoist brothers have set up Tiangang, the poor Ni sword array is here, and there is a net of heaven and earth for the evil team, how can the evil emperor choose?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao followed her bland but palpitating words, slowly glanced at the surrounding crowd, and finally his eyes still fell on Fan Qinghui's almost immortal jade face, and couldn't help laughing: "If the Lord of Fan Zhai does not move, it will be thunderous, Feng Mou really didn't expect that you actually have the ability to besiege and kill the Great Grandmaster." ”

A strange and witty voice pronounced the Buddha's shout: "No wonder the evil emperor is sneering and resentful, it is indeed our group of old bald nuns and old Taoists who are bullying you and dare not run away or leave, and please forgive the evil emperor." "It is the four ancestors of Zen Buddhism, Master Daoxin.

The Master of Wisdom looked down and said, "Sin! Sin! This time is not just an ordinary battle between the rivers and lakes, please forgive the old man for joining forces with you to leave the benefactor here. “

Although the two holy monks said sorry words, their emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest, and they started to do so in order to achieve their ideals without paying attention to human feelings.

Master Jiaxiang suddenly said: "But one is indispensable, the donor will consider time as a gap for recovery." ”

The Emperor's Heart Venerable said in a majestic and sonorous voice: "Good! Wonderful! The crescent moon has a full night, and the heart is not full. The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back. The Evil Emperor does need to think about it slowly in order to understand the fact that there are thousands of searches. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao immediately smiled and said: "The Emperor Heart Venerable is still very merciful, and he is willing to speak for someone Feng, so let me think about it again!" After all, the only dead ear of the eternal hardship always allows me to reminisce about my life and reminisce about the past. ”

Fan Qinghui sighed lightly: "Everything has advantages and disadvantages, the evil emperor is a wise person, and he should be able to consider and understand." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao snorted coldly at her: "Do you want to say that if I die, it will be good, and if I live, it will be bad?" Xin said: "You are the most ruthless mother-in-law, and you can't stop threatening me with wind and snow." ”

Fan Qinghui's light and pure jade face did not float at all, as if it had not been heard.

Feng Xiaoxiao no longer made a sound, closed his eyes to recuperate, and quietly accumulated.

The remnant sun finally dimmed, and the new moon rose.

Under the light of the crescent moon, on the side of the Prancing Horse Bridge, on the top of the restaurant, there stood a graceful and slender woman like a ghost, with plain and elegant clothes, and her face was hidden in the heavy veil.

She watched the silence in Xiji Garden from afar, her eyes were sharp, and she said to herself: "Feng Xiao Xiao, Feng Xiao Xiao, you really provoked Fan Qinghui out of the mountain, every time she goes out of the mountain, she doesn't kill much, it seems that I wish Yuyan has no chance to take revenge on you...... Let's just let Fengxue bear the sins of two people alone! ”

When she mentioned the wind and snow, her blue and beautiful eyes lit up with a fierce fire, and she continued to sneer: "Fan Qinghui has cultivated the Cihang Sword Code for many years, and her attainments are profound, and her spiritual energy is an omen, almost supernatural, so that she will not fall into conspiracy and trickery, and if you want to play any small action in front of her, she will tell you that she is wrong at the last moment." ”

To Zhu Yuyan's gradual surprise, Feng Xiaoxiao had been silent, and Fan Qinghui seemed to have let it go, not worrying about Feng Xiaoxiao's recovery at all.

Just when she was puzzled, Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly opened her eyes, tilted her head and smiled: "Lord Fanzhai's patience really surprised someone Feng. ”

He didn't know that Fan Qinghui was far more surprised than him.

What Zhu Yuyan said is correct, Fan Qinghui has been cultivating the Cihang Sword Code for many years, and she does have a well-informed premonition, which is enough for her to judge when is the best time to make a move.

But before Feng Xiaoxiao ran out of oil and dried up, there was a terrible omen, so Fan Qinghui slowed down the offensive, attacked him with words, messed up his state of mind, and found his flaws, but he never thought that he would wait until Feng Xiaoxiao's skills were full, and there was still no chance to take advantage of it.

Fan Qinghui's heart fluctuated, but Yurong still did not change the slightest color, and still said lightly: "Can the evil emperor weigh the pros and cons?" ”

After all, her side has overwhelming strength, even if she forces Feng Xiaoxiao to run out of oil, it is not difficult, but she has been vigilant, which probably shows that Feng Xiaoxiao still has a backhand, just like Zhu Yuyan's jade is burning, she can turn the situation around when she is in a desperate situation.

Feng Xiaoxiao held his sword and smiled: "Whoever wants to die if he can live, he might as well fight again." ”

He smiled easily, but his heart was heavy, it was only a day, he was going to be unable to hold on, according to his estimate, Fengxue wanted to get out, it would take at least half a month or even a month, and Fan Qinghui would never give him a second time to breathe.

The fierce battle started again, and in an instant, the moonlight was dark, the sky and the earth were dark, the sword was like a dragon, and the wind was fierce!

With the desolate but magnificent sound of wooden fish, it seems to be performing a scene in the world, joys and sorrows, dreamy and misty, and everywhere hidden murder. (To be continued.) )