Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

I saw that the original desolate and deserted scene was gone. Pedestrians were walking hurriedly on the street, and there was a constant flow of traffic.

Many small shops are open on the street, and the shouts, laughter and voices of people talking all reflect the lively and prosperous world, as if the deserted and desolate scene just now was just an illusion.

Suddenly there was a person running in front of him, and some people were chasing him behind him.

The man ran in a hurry and bumped into Nan Xiang's shoulder.

The man was dressed in coarse linen clothes and had a mustache. He was a very ordinary middle-aged man. He looked down at Nan Xiang and apologized: "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he quickly stood up and ran away again.

Not long after, those who were chasing him also came after him. There were six of them in total, all of them were copying the guy, and they looked fierce.

These people did not look at Nan Xiang, but went directly to the middle-aged man with a mustache.

Nan Xiang didn't pay much attention to these little episodes, he just felt that some were true and some were false.

A big gray fog cleared, and the boyfriend who had been holding her hand was lost.

However, she is not worried about her own beauty. She should be worried about the people behind Danxuan Town.

Nan Xiang stood in the middle of the street, watching the hurried pedestrians, trying to find some clues.

I didn't see any clues, there were no flaws, it felt like it was the prosperous Danxuan Town.

Nan Xiang closed his eyes and took out the Fengming Sword in his hand.

The shouts, laughter, curses and voices around him gradually became faster and faster, and soon became harsh, and suddenly another piano sound sounded.

The sound of the piano was warm and healing, and those sharp and harsh sounds disappeared.

Nan Xiang still closed his eyes, and the Feng Ming in his hand did not move.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano became impassioned, like a golden sword and an iron horse, getting more and more urgent, not like a golden sword and an iron horse, but like the sound of a hundred ghosts walking at night on the day of the Zhongyuan Dynasty.

Nan Xiang opened his eyes, and sure enough, the scene was changing at an accelerated pace, the scene was gradually blurring, and the people on the street were disappearing.

She looked directly north, raised her hand and swung a sword.

A golden-red sword energy flew out, and only a sound of string breaking was heard, and the sound of the piano disappeared.

Nan Xiang did not stop her movements. She calmly swung her sword in the other seven directions. She only heard the sound of the mirror breaking, and a shrill and harsh female voice:

"Ah - the breath of phoenix bone? How is that possible?! Ah -!"

The illusion collapsed. When he heard the female voice, Nan Xiang frowned slightly and cast a trace of his own original power on the fairy power of his world. Then he poured this fairy power into the Fengming Sword and turned towards the due north. Swing out a sword.

The shrill voice finally disappeared.

Not hearing the harsh female voice, Nan Xiang's frown relaxed slightly.

The illusion was broken, and now she was in a small teahouse near the city gate.

She threw the Fengming Sword into the air. The Fengming Sword shook slightly, and the sword was filled with golden-red light.

It followed its master's instructions and flew towards due north, dispelling the gray fog and leading the way for him.

Nan Xiang followed Feng Mingjian's guidance and chased after him.

……

On the other side, someone who was forced to be separated from his family as soon as he entered the city gate. While Nanxiang broke the illusion, Feng Chenyu also broke the illusion formation of Su Xingqing, the master of the divine realm.

As soon as he broke the formation, the national master was sitting upright, still drinking tea leisurely.

He was not surprised at all by how quickly Feng Chenyu broke through the formation, with a gentle smile on his face:

"As expected, he is the most amazingly talented and beautiful Young Master Feng in the Phoenix Clan in tens of thousands of years."

No one had mentioned this name to him in person for a long time. Looking at Su Xingqing, Feng Chenyu's bloodthirsty red eyes were filled with murderous intent:

"Shut up!"

"Hehehe, if Yue was still here, would you be disappointed to see you now?"

Su Xingqing ignored Feng Chenyu's murderous intention towards him and continued to drink tea leisurely.

He has always been disgusted with the National Master of the Divine Realm in front of him, and he couldn't explain why. Especially after the incident a hundred years ago, he became even more disgusted with Xue Xingqing.

"Shut up!" A sword appeared in Feng Chenyu's hand. The blade was black and red, with a strong demonic aura.

"You don't deserve to mention him!"

Hearing this, Su Xingqing stopped drinking tea, and his expression stiffened for a moment, but soon returned to a calm look. He smiled, but the smile was a little bitter:

"Hehehe, I really don't deserve to mention him now."

After saying that, the tea cup in Su Xingqing's hand was crushed, and his hand was bleeding, but he didn't care and let the blood flow downward.

Feng Chenyu noticed that he didn't use his divine power.

But this man is crazy, what does it have to do with him?

The only person he cares about in this world is his little girl.

Su Xingqing stood up and walked to Feng Chenyu's side:

"Actually, you and I are both the same type of people. We spend all our efforts and unscrupulous means to achieve our goals.

I would like to know what your little girl will do if she knows your true identity? "

After saying that, Su Xingqing laughed, continued to walk a few steps forward, and then turned back to observe Feng Chenyu's reaction with interest.

Feng Chenyu's expression became more and more cold and stern: "Xu Xingqing, do you think I will care about my cousin and not kill you?"

The demonic aura on the man's sword became stronger and stronger, and the corners of his lips curved into a cold arc:

"Oh, naive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Chenyu stabbed Su Xingqing with the sword in his hand.

Xiu Xingqing's expression changed drastically, and he quickly took out a white-gold phoenix feather to resist.

The white-gold phoenix feathers immediately became huge, forming a white-gold protective shield to resist the attack of the God-killing Sword.

"Do you think you can resist my attack just by relying on this phoenix feather?"

Feng Chenyu smiled, and the flowing fire pattern on his forehead became more and more charming, but his eyes were full of sinisterness. He continued to increase the power he injected,

"In front of me, I will tolerate you mentioning Prince Showa, but you should never mention her!"

Soon, the white-gold light dimmed, and the phoenix returned to its normal size and fell to the ground.

Su Xingqing also fell to the ground and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood and looked at the man holding the sword and laughed.

The personal guards of Su Xingqing, who had been standing by the side, saw that their master was not willing to disobey the order, and they all prepared themselves in order to resist Feng Chenyu's attack.

Although it is like hitting an egg against a stone.

Su Xingqing stood up with the help of two disciples. He wanted to pick up Feng Ling with his divine power, but was knocked away by another force and snatched away.

Looking at the white-gold phoenix feather in Feng Chenyu's hand, Su Xingqing smiled,

He clapped his hands, and soon a man in black came out. He was Xingwan, the crown prince of the Southern Demon King, one of the former Demon Lord's confidants.

"You should know this person. Lord Demon Lord is truly extraordinary in strength, and I am ashamed of myself. I will leave this phoenix feather to your safekeeping for the time being."

After saying that, Su Xingqing activated his native escape formation and quickly escaped with his disciples.

In this desolate land, only Feng Chenyu, Su Xingqing's personal guards and the man in black, Xing Wang, were left.

Feng Chenyu did not chase after Su Xingqing because he knew that if he could not kill him completely, he could escape as long as there were stars in the sky.

But his injury will probably take tens of thousands of years to heal, but what does this have to do with Feng Chenyu?

Feng Chenyu held the God-killing artifact and looked at the man in black in front of him expressionlessly.

Xingwang held the Lingyou scimitar in his hand and said with a smile: "Master Demon Lord, you are well."