An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

It's so lingering at night again.

When Lin Fangsheng woke up, the sky was not yet bright, and the purple-blue morning mist slowly seeped in from the gaps in the window, and it was as cool as water, splashing on his cheeks.

He only felt that his chest and abdomen were heavy, as if he was pressing down on a huge boulder.

When he opened his eyes to look, he saw Yan Xie's black hair scattered all over, pillowing on his chest; the wolf cub's limbs were bald balls, lying on his abdomen.

One person and one beast are both having a good dream.

Lin Fangsheng pushed the two burdens away and got up to take a shower.

Not long after, another body covered in water vapor, green shirt and jade muscles stood at the door, met Yan Xie's smiling and warm eyes, and said, "I will go back to Wanjianmen."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xie's handsome smile froze.

Lin Fangsheng had no choice but to say again: "Nowadays is a troubled time, and I can't protect you well. Jian Yuanzong is eyeing a tiger, and there must be a bloody battle inside the sect. It's better to stay in the city. After the incident, I will take you back to apprentice."

Yan Xie also got up, walked to the front, hugged Lin Fangsheng gently into his arms, and said with a warm smile: "Brother Lao Fangsheng has explained a lot, I will wait for you to come back."

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other's intentions.

Lin Fangsheng took out the Tianjing Pavilion again, and before he could open his mouth, Yan Xie kissed him lightly at the corner of his mouth, it was soft and warm, like a dragonfly pointing to water, and it fell apart with the touch.

When he was slightly stunned, he smiled and said: "I stay in the city now, how can I use it. If you don't protect yourself, brother, you can rest assured. What's more, this treasure... can only be manipulated if it is above the eighth level of pulse condensing."

Lin Fangsheng secretly felt ashamed, he thought this thing belonged to Yan Xie, but he didn't think that the treasure belonged to Yan Xie, so he didn't check it, but poked the boy's sore spot instead.

I had no choice but to close the Tianjing Pavilion silently, waiting to talk about other topics to appease me, but I was afraid that it would be self-defeating. Fortunately, at this time, the guest room restraint was touched, and the voice of Xiao Er came from outside the door: "Master Lin, please excuse me. There is a Si Hua The palace lord sent a greeting card."

Lin Fangsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and opened the door as if fleeing.

Yan Xie thought he was in such a hurry just now when he heard Si Huajun's name, and his eyes darkened again: "Brother Fang Sheng, how can you accommodate so many outsiders in your heart? If that's the case, kill them all."

After saying that, his whole body was icy cold, so startled that Yan Ye, who was ignored by the side, hid in the quilt.

Lin Fangsheng didn't notice anything unusual, there was a man and a woman standing side by side outside the door, both of Jindan cultivators, the man was dressed in black, handsome, with a respectful expression, the woman was wearing a water-red dress, pretty but arrogant, seeing him appear , and just nodded reservedly, refusing to salute.

Xiao Er stood aside, smiling all over his face and said: "Palace Master Si Hua is a distinguished guest of the shop, I never thought that Immortal Master Lin would also be acquainted with the Palace Master, the little one is really stupid, how offensive, please forgive me, Master Immortal."

The woman thought he was wordy, frowned slightly, and interrupted Xiao Er:

"My master wants to see you, follow me quickly."

Lin Fangsheng's expression darkened when he saw this banshee Xiu bossing her around with no manners:

"Since you want to see him, tell him to come in person."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he closed the door.

But the banshee scolded sharply: "You are so courageous. A mere pulse-coagulating reptile is so ungrateful to the palace lord. I will tear you into pieces and feed them to my group of good men!"

There was also Xiaoer and his companion dissuading them, and there was a lot of confusion.

Lin Fangsheng ignored it, went back to the room, picked up Yan Ye who was coming up, and put it in the animal control card, and saw Yan Xie sitting down leisurely, and poured two cups of tea: "There are many harems, after all, it is a drag."

Lin Fangsheng heard his puns, and the insinuation was very strong, but at this moment, he didn't have the intention to argue with him, he just took the teacup and drank it down: "The body of seven feet is like a child, how decent is it?" ? I have paid a one-month deposit for the room in advance, and after I break the blood curse and kill Luo Haoran, I will come to find you."

Holding the empty cup in his hand, Yan Xie said reluctantly, "Brother Fang Sheng, you have to be careful. If you don't come, I won't leave."

Seeing his black eyes shining brightly, Lin Fangsheng could not help but smile, and touched the corner of his mouth lightly: "I will be careful."

Now that the entrustment has been completed, Lin Fangsheng opened the door without delay.

But I saw Si Huajun's tall and straight figure, walking like a god from the corridor.

Seeing the people behind Lin Fangsheng, Si Huajun's eyes became stern, "You monster, you didn't wait to die in your own lair, but you just broke into Dayuan City, so arrogant."

Flicking the golden brocade sleeves outward, there was a terrifying spiritual pressure that hit Yan Xie's chest hard.

Lin Fangsheng only had time to draw his sword to block half of the force, and saw Yan Xie flying backwards into the guest room, knocking a big hole in the wall of the courtyard, and then fell heavily into the courtyard.

Lin Fangsheng rushed to catch up, but saw that Yan Xie's face was pale, his chest collapsed, blood was dripping, and his bones were thick, and immediately a red flame rose from the wound, burning the corpse clean.

In just a few breaths, the young man who just laughed at Yan Yan and said, "If you don't come, I won't go", all that is left is a little black ash, which will disappear when the wind blows.

Lin Fangsheng's knees went limp, and he fell to the ground. He felt like thousands of arrows were piercing his heart, his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and he wished he could replace it with his own body.

Si Huajun was still cold-hearted, and wondered: "What kind of method is this? I have never seen it before."

Squatting on the burnt ground again, scooping up a bit of soil and studying it carefully

With such a commotion, the corridor and courtyard were silent, and I don't know how the shopkeeper will deal with the guests.

Lin Fangsheng had already grabbed Si Huajun's wrist, and he was as ferocious as a ghost: "His magic skills have been broken, he is like a mortal, and he can do nothing anymore, why bother to kill him?"

Si Huajun is in charge of the Crystal Palace himself, everyone pleases and respects everyone, never was he questioned like this before.

He also lost his temper for a while, and threw Lin Fangsheng out with his backhand, and hit a locust tree. The translucent white locust blossoms rustled like snowflakes, falling all over his body.

Lin Fangsheng forcibly endured the suffocation of the surging blood in his chest, and without hesitation, he summoned 54 spirit swords, and shot towards Si Huajun with murderous aura.

Si Huajun sneered and said: "The demon cultivator did not know what method he used to suppress the demonic energy in his body, and he was able to deceive ants, but he couldn't escape my eyes. It's ridiculous that you are being fooled by others but you don't know it. It's really hopeless. "

As soon as the sleeves of the robe were rolled up, the sword formation was defeated. Those high-quality spirit swords were colorful and fell to the ground one after another, making clear and crisp sounds when they collided, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, very pleasant to hear. Lin Fangsheng was still waiting to resist stubbornly, when the demon cultivator flashed his figure, came up to him, clasped his hands, pressed on the top of his head, and pressed it against the locust tree.

It's like iron tongs and you can't break free.

A mere pulse condensing cultivator is probably worse than an ant in front of the god transformation stage.

The demon cultivator's breath was hot, and the anger and possessiveness in his eyes were undisguised, as if staring at him for a moment longer would burn all his clothes.

Lin Fangsheng was full of anger, but was stimulated even more. He also sneered and said: "Now that the corpses are destroyed and there is no evidence, naturally you are free to talk about it."

Si Huajun frowned, and said: "It's not me..." His tone faltered, and he sneered twice, "I am the majestic overlord of Beiming, why do I need to explain to others."

"I'm afraid it is, Li Quci...you, let go!"

Lin Fangsheng was filled with shock and anger, because Si Huajun tore off his robe and his obscene trousers.It was the moment when the sun was rising in the east, and the golden light shone on the courtyard. The green locust trees above the head were emerald green and white, and when reflected by the sun, they seemed transparent.

Under such broad daylight, Lin Fangsheng only felt that the cold water vapor directly wrapped his skin that was about to burn, and his fair complexion was instantly stained with a thin layer of red.

In the fright and anger, it was more fright than anger, and when he was about to kick him, he was bullied by this evildoer, stuck between his legs, and it looked like the door was wide open.

Si Huajun lowered his head and repeatedly kissed and gnawed on the bump on his smooth chest. His fiery tongue was as nimble as a living thing. Lin Fangsheng couldn't help gasping in surprise. He arched his back and hit the locust tree right in front of him. Fragmented pieces of petals came, fell on flushed cheeks and chest, and were swept away by the demon cultivator.

The acacia talisman obviously knew that it was the master who came this time, and trembled with excitement. Lin Fangsheng's cold expression was also dyed with a passionate expression, and his hot sweat oozes out and then dries, and when it dries, it oozes out. The blue shirt hanging slantly on the arm had many wet marks of an ambiguous dark color.

Si Huajun didn't let go until he bit a piece of meat until it was bright red and stiff, and said with a hoarse laugh: "Sure enough, this method is effective."

Lin Fangsheng had just recovered from the painful and refreshing stimulation, but his eyes were abnormally cold. After the sword array was broken, and there was no other way, he summoned countless spells, densely surrounded the surroundings, and wanted to come with Si Huajun A fish dies and a net breaks.

Those spells of wind, fire, thunder and lightning circulated and were about to be activated, but Lin Fangsheng was suddenly pierced by a powerful external force.

There is no prelude to penetrate at all, as if being stabbed hard from the inside of the body by a red-hot iron rod, and the dry and tight passage is wiped with blood by the murder weapon.

Lin Fangsheng's face turned pale for a moment, his lips trembled, and he gasped hoarsely. The spells around him that were ready to go, like kites breaking strings or meteors falling, fell one by one and scattered all over the courtyard.

Even so, amidst the severe pain, there is still pleasure stacked.The tide of pleasure, accompanied by Si Huajun's almost cruel confrontation, became more and more intense and vivid.

Lin Fangsheng lowered his eyelids, bit his lips tightly, and let him pull up one leg, doing whatever he wanted, hitting the tree pole with his back again and again, white jade-like petals and emerald-like leaves fluttered and fell like rain.

Si Huajun's breathing became hotter and hotter, a stick of iron-cast evil root, going round and round, without beginning and end, extorting violently and demanding endlessly in the hot flashes and soft flesh.

Occasionally lowering his head, he saw that the sword repaired a row of teeth, biting the thin lips fiercely, leaving deep tooth marks, and there was a dark red blood line, slowly winding along the emotional but forbearing mouth corners.

If you look closely, there is a wet mark at the corner of the eye that is also shone by the sun, but it is not throbbing with unbearable passion.

Si Huajun suddenly felt that his enthusiasm was extinguished, his interest was dull, and he settled down hastily.

Lin Fangsheng let go of him, but let go of his clenched lips, still expressionless, tidied up his clothes, and didn't even move in a panic. With a wave of his sleeves, he took back the spirit sword charms all over the ground, straightened his waist, and turned around. leave.

Si Huajun saw his back going away, his expression shrouded in the shade of a tree, and he didn't try to keep him back.

He just grabbed an ice-like spiritual petal that fell on his fingertips, and grabbed it in his palm. A golden flame rose up and burned the petal black.