After the villain resigned

The gauze hanging in mid-air flicked lightly, and ripples appeared on it.

Through several layers of thin gauze, one can vaguely see a figure behind, slowly walking towards the bathing pool.

It had been a long time since Jiang Yi had such a murderous intention.

He withdrew his gaze and glanced at Zhou Siwei.

Zhou Siwei was closing his eyes tightly, and there was an unnatural flush on his cheeks. He calmed down a little, and said in a low voice, "Something's wrong..."

There was another scent of hibiscus on the tip of the nose. It was not as cold and desolate as before. It seemed that after some transformation, the scent gradually became stronger, lingering around me, and I couldn't find a space to breathe the clean and fresh breath.

Zhou Siwei tried to raise his hand, but he couldn't lift a bit of strength all over his body. There was only a ball of fire burning in his chest and abdomen. Just resisting this fire had exhausted his whole body's energy, making it hard to tell. to think about other things.

Jiang Yi was slightly better and could move freely.

Without hesitation, he touched his teeth up and down, and bit the tip of his tongue forcefully. The smell of blood that filled his mouth instantly covered the scent of hibiscus.

"I've already..." Jiang Yi put his hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. The place where he landed his hand was so hot that he almost burned him. He tilted his head and smiled at Zhou Siwei with an extremely gentle voice, "It's been a long time since Angry."

When the corners of the mouth were raised, just a little bit of scarlet-colored teeth were exposed.

The person who suddenly broke into the room seemed to be afraid of any accidents. He walked very slowly, with unhurried steps, and only three steps away, he was about to reach the edge of the bath.

But at this position, the man stopped and looked at the people in the bath through the hazy veil.

Jiang Yi glanced at the uninvited guest in the bath.

He pressed the palm on Zhou Siwei's shoulder slightly, and pulled his whole body out of the hot spring water. When he left the water, he brought out a series of crystal clear water drops, some of which fell on Zhou Siwei's cheek.

Zhou Siwei opened his eyes, and happened to see a brocade robe wrapping Jiang Yi's body. After a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, he quickly fell into endless flames.

The edge of the bath was inlaid with a whole piece of white jade bricks. Jiang Yi stepped on it with his bare feet, and immediately felt a coldness spread from the soles of his feet, slightly relieving his symptoms.

After standing still, he stretched out his right hand and held it by his side.

Aside from the splendid heap of gold, jade and jewels, an out-of-fit sword was inserted obliquely. Even this light, soft and luxury could not turn the evil spirit on the sword into tenderness around the fingers.

The Ten Hell Sword felt the master's call. After shaking for a moment, a black light flashed, and the hilt fell straight into Jiang Yi's hand.

Among them, a string of bright pearl chains was lifted up by the Ten Hell Sword, and was cut in mid-air by the sharp sword energy. The round pearls scattered all over the ground, making the sound of big and small pearls falling on the jade plate.

One of the pearls rolled to Jiang Yiyi's face.

The visitor heard this movement, looked over, and said to himself with some doubts: "Even the lotus drunk can't cure you?"

Jiang Yiyi lowered his eyelids, looked at this pink pearl, then stepped on it, stepped on the round pearl, and raised the sword in his hand at the same time.

Where the sword pointed, a gust of cold wind blew away mercilessly the layers of tulle blocking the front, revealing the true face of the uninvited guest.

Also exposed Jiang Yi behind the light veil, the man rolled his eyes and fixed on Jiang Yi.

What was reflected in his eyes was a slender beauty. The beauty stood on a white jade brick, her black hair was draped casually behind her back, and a few strands of hair were messily pasted on her forehead, almost covering her eyes. , but he couldn't hide the killing intent that was almost overflowing in his eyes.

Xu Shi had just come out of the bath, his eye sockets were slightly flushed, which made the cloud patterns under the corners of his eyes even more beautiful.

Fragile beauty and fierce killing intent are mixed together, just like porcelain and swords colliding with each other, forming a thrilling beauty.

"Jing Ji didn't lie." The man greedily stared at this rare beauty, "It really is rare in the world..."

Jing Ji is also a well-known beauty in Yunmeng Lake, but after all, she lacks a touch of charm, and she looks passable on weekdays, but in front of this person, she really doesn't even deserve to carry her shoes.

"Such a beauty, I don't deserve to enjoy it." The man shook his head, and at the same time, with five fingers of his right hand, he grabbed Jiang Yiyi like lightning, and smiled fiercely, "I will give you to my master ..."

Before the words fell, the man had disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he came to Jiang Yi's side and stretched out his hand towards his shoulder.

Jiang Yi blinked, and his curled eyelashes fluttered.His waist bent back into an incredible arc, which made the man's palm fall into the air. At the same time, the wrist holding the sword shook, and the force reached the blade, and the edge of the sword was lifted from bottom to top. It was the man's forearm.

Even if it was just an empty sweep, the sword energy emitted would be enough to cut off the man's arm completely.

But the strange thing is that when Jiang Yi was about to arouse the sword energy of the Ten Prison Sword, his body softened inexplicably, and he felt powerless again, and even the Ten Prison Sword lost its strength.

Just by a short shot, the man easily dodged Jiang Yi's sword and floated not far away.

"Drunk Furong." The man's finger twitched lightly in the void, and a pale pink petal appeared in his hand. He put it under his nose and sniffed it, and said the second half of the sentence, "... the most restrained sword repair. "

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yiyi's eyelids twitched.

Furong drunk?

Jiang Yiyi smelled the fragrance of hibiscus again, he immediately held his breath, and launched a dense offensive with the sword in his hand, wanting to make a quick victory.

But how could that person do what Jiang Yi wanted? Although his cultivation is only at the Earth Spirit Realm, he may not be able to defeat Jiang Yi, but it is more than enough to avoid Jiang Yi's sword light.

Time passed little by little.

Jiang Yi still didn't find the person's flaw.

One is that there is not much time, and you want a quick decision; the other is that you are comfortable and leisurely, and you can win the game just by delaying time.

The two judged each other.

Jiang Yi stopped. Under the influence of Fu Rongzui, his movements were no longer as flexible as before. His hands seemed to be uncontrollable and kept shaking.

He managed to keep his balance with the ten prison swords, so that his legs would not fall to the ground.

The man observed for a while, and after confirming that Jiang Yi was indeed a strong crossbow, he walked up slowly, with a smile on his lips, "Even if it is the most powerful sword repairer, he will kneel under the drunken lotus." .”

But that's what he said, but the man was still worried that Jiang Yi would suddenly violently hurt someone, so he stood three steps away, looking back and forth at the beauty.

"Damn it..." Jiang Yi whispered to himself, wanting to use a sword, but he couldn't lift the Ten Hell Sword at all.

He was gasping for breath, a little bit of sweat leaked from his forehead, the irresistible fragrance of hibiscus has been eroding his body, making his connection with Ten Hell Sword almost disappear.

If it goes on like this, when Furongzui takes full effect, he will only end up being mermaid.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes and looked down. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. He had to think of a way to break the current situation...

bang-

As the Ten Hell Sword fell on the white jade brick, Jiang Yi's face turned pale, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly knelt down.

His knees hit the ground crisply, and Jiang Yi lowered his head docilely and weakly, without saying a word, as if he had completely given up resistance and no longer struggled.

The man waited for a while, seeing that Jiang Yi was really powerless to resist, he was relieved, walked over slowly, and stopped in front of Jiang Yi.

He stretched out two fingers, forcefully supporting Jiang Yi's chin.

"Tsk tsk tsk." The man saw the beauty's face, and couldn't help but a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, "I can't help being tempted..."

Jiang Yi was forced to raise his head in front of that person, but even in this situation, he still didn't show any fear, and he didn't intend to beg for mercy.

It was this touch of charm that made the man even have a tyrannical thought. He stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, swept the exposed skin ambiguously, and asked, "What's your name?"

Jiang Yi felt that disgusting gaze, and stretched out his hand to push that hand away, but he was so weak that he couldn't even do such a simple movement as raising his arm.

The man chuckled, "Don't waste time." He pinched the fingers on his chin with a little force, "People who are disobedient will suffer a lot."

There was a trace of struggle in Jiang Yiyi's eyes, but finally he moved his lips, but the voice he said was so low that only he could hear it.

The man frowned and didn't hear clearly at all. He bent down slightly and asked again: "What?"

Jiang Yi's mouth slowly burst into a smile of unknown meaning, "I said..." He paused for a moment, and then uttered a short word, "Break!"

The man inexplicably felt the omen of death.

He let go of his hand, wanting to stay away from Jiang Yiyi, but it was too late.

In the bathing pool not far away, the gentle and calm spring water rolled up huge waves, forming countless water droplets in midair, turning into streaks of white light, and heading towards the person.

What was originally a soft and warm spray turned into a murderous weapon at this moment.

The man thought that Jiang Yi was a sword cultivator, so he must know no spells, so he had no defense at all, and thousands of water droplets passed through his body when he was caught off guard.

There was a splash of water.

The water spray that condensed into a solid body passed through the person's body, and fell to the ground fiercely with a handful of blood, eventually turning into a pool of blood.

The man's face was full of disbelief, he opened his mouth: "You..." But after he uttered a single word, thick blood flowed from his mouth unstoppably.

There were countless holes in the man's body, all of which were bleeding. He stretched out his hand to block it, but there were too many holes, and it was too late to rely on his hands alone.

The frightening thing is that with the cultivator's strong body, such an injury is not enough to cause immediate death. If no one comes to treat him, he can only quietly wait for death, waiting for the blood to flow from his body.

Under the fear of death, a doubt suddenly appeared in the man's heart - how could a sword repairer be able to judge?

Jiang Yiyi knelt on one knee and rested for a while, stroked the Ten Prison Sword, and then, using the sword as a crutch, slowly stood up while sticking to the ground.

He dragged his weak body and walked in front of that person.

"No..." The man seemed to have sensed something, his bloody face showed a terrified expression, "No, no, save me!" In the face of death, he actually asked Jiang Yi for help.

The corners of Jiang Yi's mouth curled up, revealing his blood-smeared teeth. He held the Ten Hell Sword, gestured at the man, and asked knowingly, "Which hand touched me?"

The man's body trembled, he shook his head desperately, and said vaguely: "No! No!" Just when Jian Guang was about to arrive in front of him, he screamed and threw out all his hole cards. "I am the son of the city lord Yunmengze! My master is the protector of Nanming Xianjun!"

At the last moment, Jiang Yi's sword stopped, and it was only a short distance away from touching the opponent's skin. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then?"

The man felt a murderous intent penetrate into his skin, his body trembled uncontrollably, and even his teeth collided and made a "clack" sound.

"If you kill me..." The man closed his eyes, and shouted out the words behind him, "My master will definitely go to heaven and earth, and beat you to death. If you let me go now, I will kill you." Never blame the past!"

"Oh?" Jiang Yi weighed the Ten Hell Sword, "Are you threatening me?"

With a flash of sword light, the entire arm was severed from the shoulder, and fell heavily to the ground, but the man had no extra blood for him to waste, only a little blood dropped from the empty shoulder.

Jiang Yi's brows were dripping with blood. At this time, when the tip of his brows was raised slightly, the blood beads slipped from the bridge of his nose, meandering to the right cheek, leaving a long bloodstain, and finally split his face in two .

One is like a fairy and the other is like a demon.

Jiang Yiyi swung the sword, blood dripped from the blade, he raised his eyelids, and looked over casually, "Say something again?"

The author has something to say: No one can stop the sword cultivator's spells!