The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Unexpectedly, Zhi Ming smiled evilly and jumped back quickly. At the same time, he quickly touched the fire sword with his hands, and a blazing flame spurted out from the tip of the sword, rushing towards Feng Qingluo like a fire dragon.

"Not convinced."

he said triumphantly.

Feng Qingluo turned sideways, and a sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth. She knew that this battle was not over yet. Lifting the Tianji Sword, he made a feint slash with all his strength, and took the opportunity to release some water vapor with his left hand.

In an instant, she put away the Tianji Sword and looked at Zhi Ming arrogantly.

Zhi Ming raised the fire sword and was about to cut it down, but suddenly he couldn't move and his whole body started to itch.

Zhi Ming felt uncomfortable, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "You made a sneak attack."

"Sneak attack? This is an honest attack. It's not a sneak attack. But thank you for teaching me a trick. What does it mean to never tire of deceit?"

Feng Qingluo put his hands behind his back, smacked his cheeks and jumped over.

I am indescribably proud, my current strength cannot be underestimated!

Zhi Ming lay on the ground and rolled in discomfort, "It's itchy, it's itchy, you're poisoning me."

"Well ... alas, you have no one to do this skill? Dare to hear the Phoenix on the Phoenix of my family, he may have three layers of medicinal effects that year."

Feng Qingluo looked down at Zhi Ming proudly, a smile on his face.

Xingxuan on the side remained silent from beginning to end, neither helping nor taking sides.

He also felt that Zhi Ming deserved to be taught a lesson. One was not to be trifled with, and the other was not to be trifled with. A confrontation between two unruly men was quite interesting.

After this incident, Zhiming seemed to be stimulated by something and began to practice hard. But his temperament has not changed at all, and he still hates evil as much as Feng Qingluo.

Feng Qingluo was always a troublesome master who would find her trouble every now and then, and would never indulge a divine beast; except for Taikoo and cute beasts.

Protecting one's shortcomings has always been a major characteristic of the Fuxi people.

Every time he deliberately provoked Feng Qingluo to compete with him, the two gradually became more and more disparate in terms of strength. Feng Qingluo traveled rapidly, and Zhiming Kuzhui could no longer catch up with his skills.

The resentment in Zhi Ming's heart was really hard to swallow.

Failure again and again, silence again and again, hard work again and again, being defeated again and again, but getting up again and again.

Xingxuan allowed the two of them to fight openly and secretly, and turned a blind eye to the matter.

This also counts as finding Feng Qingluo a sparring partner, motivating her to fight.

In the thirtieth year, Feng Qingluo cooked a table of delicious food early. I want to thank Xingxuan for his careful teaching. How can I say that now I am worthy of the strength of a god?

She was busy alone in the kitchen, and Zhi Ming took advantage of her unpreparedness and secretly added a handful of Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire to her firewood.

The fire suddenly expanded and almost burned the roof.

Thanks to Feng Qingluo's growing spiritual power, he quickly cast spells to extinguish the fire, which prevented the fire from spreading. If her Shangshanju was burned down, Xingxuan would definitely have to punish her corporally.

Feng Qingluo's face turned red with anger, and her face was so dark from the smoke that her expression could not be clearly seen. She tightened her fists and roared: "Zhi Ming, you are dead."

This cry was so powerful that it could be heard even from Tongten Pavilion standing on the top of the mountain.

When Xing Xuan heard this momentum, his hair stood up involuntarily;

Hong Yiye's spine trembled and he shuddered, "Sir, it seems that Zhi Ming... has gotten into a big trouble. Do you really care about it?"

Xingxuan took a sharp breath, turned his head to look at Hong Yi coldly, and said in a low voice: "Mingzhe protects himself, no matter who cares."

Hong Yi nodded meaningfully and said, "Oh...it makes sense."

The two of them shook their heads in unison, with a little helplessness.

Sure enough, after a while, the wailing sound of Zhi Ming resounded through the sky, deafening... The demonic sound pierced the ears.

Xingxuan waved his finger and cast a spell to seal up his hearing.

When Hong saw this, he immediately cast a spell to block his hearing.

At this time, in Shangshanju, Feng Qingluo was pressing Zhi Ming to the ground and torturing her...

"Hey...hey...um...ha...if I don't give you any color, you'll fucking think I'm easy to bully, right?"

She pinched Suzaku's neck with her hands and looked at Zhi Ming who had been beaten back to her original shape with a ferocious expression; she plucked out all the Suzaku feathers on his body.

Zhi Ming wanted to cry but had no tears, and was unable to struggle; her whole body felt itchy and painful, and now she was being pressed to the ground and rubbed by a smelly girl.

What a shame, what a shame! What a shame!

A phoenix that has lost its feathers is not as good as a chicken, and a red bird that has lost its feathers is like a roasted chicken.

Feng Qingluo's hands were a little sore when he pulled them out. He hadn't done these things for a long time, and his hands were still a little raw, so he couldn't bear the strength.

She let go and was about to stretch her wrist, but Zhi Ming endured the pain and took the opportunity to escape; flying straight to Tongten Pavilion.

While flying, he shouted, "Holy Lord, help me..."

"Honored God, help me!"

Feng Qingluo, with his sharp ears and eyes, heard that he was looking for help; the nameless fire became more intense, and he chased after him with his Tianji Sword.

Zhi Ming flew down and knelt beside Xing Xuan's knees. He was so bloody that he was pitiful and pitiful. He knelt down and begged for protection.

His appearance frightened even Xingxuan.

"Let me see where you run away."

Feng Qingluo held the Tianji Sword in hand and rushed in with murderous intent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xingxuan quickly stood up from the futon.

He and Hong Yi kept pace and hurriedly hid further to the left, leaving Zhiming to face it alone!

Looking at Feng Qingluo's dark face, Xingxuan and Hongyi looked at each other. Suddenly, he understood, and they all made a gesture of wiping his neck towards Zhi Ming.

Zhi Ming was crying and could only kneel down to Feng Qingluo and beg for mercy.

"Emperor, Zhi Ming really won't dare to do it next time."

Feng Qingluo Jian pointed at Zhi Ming and scolded: "Huh? How dare there be a next time?"

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, there will be no next time, there will definitely be no next time, I won't dare again."

Zhi Ming's look that made people hate and pity made Feng Qingluo couldn't help but think of the ancient times.

Suddenly, he snickered and said, "Okay! This time... I'll let you go this time."

Xing Xuan winked fiercely at Zhiming, asking him to thank him quickly.

Zhi Ming kowtowed pitifully: "Thank you, Emperor Zun."

Feng Qingluo's stern eyes moved to the far left, where he saw Xing Xuan and Hong Yi looking at him in confusion.

Both of them were afraid that the fire on the city wall would affect Chi Yu, so even their breathing became much slower.

Seeing that her anger had subsided a little, Xingxuan took advantage of the opportunity and quickly clapped his hands and praised: "It's improved again, um, not bad... it deserves praise."

Thirty years of getting along day and night, thirty years of companionship, and the arrival of Feng Qingluo added a lot of fireworks to the deserted Kunlun Mountains. The contest between her and Zhi Ming actually added a bit of fun.

Xingxuan is not as cold as before. He has a dull temperament. Although he is still stern, he is no longer as rigid as before.

The sinister character becomes more and more prominent.