An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

Lin Fangsheng shook his head and said nothing, then he faintly heard the movement of his robe, someone got up and approached slowly.

It was as if an infinite crisis was approaching, and it made his whole body shudder. The sword intent was high, and he got up in a panic. He took out the spirit sword and pointed in the direction of the crisis, and shouted: "Stop, stop."

If it falls in the eyes of others, it's just the tiger approaching slowly, the white rabbit can't move, and can only bluff and intimidate a few words.

The man also chuckled a few times, like a bubble bursting in a deep pool of mire, poisonous gas was released between words, from Lin Fang's eardrum skin, slowly permeated, it was icy cold, and there was no way to get rid of it.

Then with a flick of the finger, several iron chains sprang out from all directions, wrapped around Lin Fangsheng's wrists and ankles, and twisted hard, smashing the Heavenly Dragon Glazed Armor protecting his body.

The whole body of the cold iron chain was pitch black, icy cold, tightly wrapped around Jianxiu's hands and feet, when the spirit sword cut down, there was a clear clang, but the iron chain was not damaged at all.On the contrary, there was a chill, which froze his golden core, and there was no more spiritual power in his meridians.

Like a living thing, he turned around, pulling his hands up and binding them tightly, and his slender body was also pulled up, leaving only his toes to touch the ground.

Such a posture of being powerless to resist, like a fish being served or a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, even his spiritual sense could not be released. Lin Fangsheng's eyes were dark, his face was pale, and his fingers were tightly clasped on the iron chain. When he pulled hard, there was a crisp bump He could only say in a deep voice: "I killed your clone and never regretted it. Now it's in your hands, you can kill or cut it, and you can do whatever you want. It's just—why do you have to humiliate me like this?"

But the demon cultivator lightly tapped his eyelids with one finger, and the magic power of his fingertips stagnated, causing the eyelids to hurt slightly, as if he wanted to gouge out his eyeballs.

Then he said with a smile: "The heaven, earth and universe are divided into six realms, but the demon realm is separated by crystal walls, and the Nascent Soul and above are not allowed to pass through. Therefore, I stripped away the seven emotions and six desires, and created the golden core projection, just to travel through the six realms for convenience. Who Knowing that the projection is too sinister, it was actually bewitched by you."

When the finger was retracted, Lin Fangsheng suddenly felt the white light glaring, sour and tears dripped, and subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.

When he opened it again, his vision was clear, and everything was clearly in his mind.The stubborn demon energy was easily expelled.

In this way, you can clearly see the appearance of the man in front of you.

In the large stone room, the demon cultivator was dressed in black robes, crown of white bones, purple hair hanging down his waist, and his expression was haughty.His appearance is somewhat similar to Yan Xie's, but he is a few years older, deep and restrained, with a long and phoenix appearance.

In a pair of deep purple eyes, the flickering candlelight was reflected, but no living things could be reflected, full of contempt, as if all spirits in the world should die, not leaving a single breath in the world.

Lin Fangsheng felt that he was three points familiar, seven points unfamiliar, even more sour and difficult to understand, and his chest was clogged with emotions, "You are...Mu Tianjiang?"

Seeing that Lin Fangsheng's eyes stopped on him, the man curled up his thin lips as a light smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. His fingers ran across his robe, and the clothes were torn and scattered all over the floor. "Exactly. The projection was destroyed by you that day. Although there was damage, it was a blessing and a misfortune. Now, I have cut off all emotions and six desires. There is no more concern among the mortal world. The day of crossing the catastrophe is not far away. Count it down , thanks to you."

He was emotionless again, and smiled coldly: "I have always had a clear grievance and hatred, and now it is time to get married."

Mu Tianxiang stood tall and didn't move, but Lin Fangsheng felt his whole body was cold, and being so exposed to others, he was even more ashamed and angry. He tried his best to pull the chain, but he only made some noise.

There was a man as burly as an iron tower, quietly entered the door, and knelt down at Mu Tianxiang's feet.

The man was muscular, bare-chested, with only two leather crossed chests, and covered his face with a hood. Only holes were dug out for his eyes, revealing a pair of emotionless eyes.

Mu Tianjiang smiled and said, "I am a puppet, I am a master of torture, you have to experience it carefully."

The puppet had stood up, was two feet taller than Lin Fangsheng, was holding a whip nearly a foot long, and walked slowly towards half a foot behind him, where there was no fur on the floor, revealing a clean Here comes the slate.

Lin Fangsheng's eyes widened, but he sneered: "The majestic dragon slayer, but he only knows this trick?"

Mu Tianjiang still had that indifferent expression with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and said: "Haste makes waste, Fang Sheng, we still have time, why should you be in a hurry."

Then he ordered coldly: "Thirty lashes."

The puppet said in a deep voice: "I will obey the orders of the Holy Lord."

Then he swung the whip with his strong wrist, and the long whip hit the ground heavily, and after making a loud, clear and deafening noise, it fiercely bit Lin Fangsheng's bare and slender back, leaving a scarlet whip mark on the jade white back immediately, and on the When visually, slowly swell.

This puppet executioner is really experienced and has a heavy whip. He hit the ground first, and after losing most of the force, he hit the human body.Such control of intensity, step by step, can cause continuous pain and cannot be stopped.

That heavy blow hit the middle of the back bone, and it was as powerful as a stick attack. From the back to the chest, Lin Fangsheng's breath froze immediately, and his breathing stopped. After a while, the severe pain exploded immediately, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead Full.

Before he could catch his breath, the second whip hit his lower back whistlingly, his waist was always sensitive, and the pain from this blow was even worse than the first whip, he couldn't help clenching his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

The third whip was drawn on the buttocks, the sound was deafening, the red and swollen scars were like centipede poisonous insects, sticking to the buttocks, swelling and oozing blood.

By the time of the fourth whip, the criminal officer no longer relieved his force, but struck in the air, the long whip pierced the air, made a whistling sound, and bit hard on the coccyx, the whip tip rolled back, but hit the evil root between the crotch , leaving a dazzling scarlet scar on the delicate stem.

Lin Fangsheng couldn't bear it all the time, he exhaled in pain, his breathing was thick and messy, the pain ran around his body, and the wound was eroded by sweat, and a prickly itch appeared densely from the pain.

He had no choice but to clenched the iron chain on his wrist, gritted his teeth, and waited for the tide of pain to dissipate.

But the long whip didn't wait for him to get used to it, it struck again, the whip was heavy and tricky, and the speed also increased, when the thirty whips were over, the sword cultivator's chest and back were already covered with scarlet scars, and there were slender lines of blood , flowing down from the interlaced wounds.

Lin Fangsheng lowered his head, his black hair was scattered, his breathing was deep and sometimes shallow, and the pain was unbearable. The coldness of the cold iron chains slowly penetrated into his limbs from his wrists and ankles.The arm was hung high for too long, and now the wrist and shoulder are also painful like being pulled.

Although his face was pale, he still looked up at Mu Tianjiang, smiled slightly, and said abruptly, "Are you... complaining about me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an imperceptible haze rising from those abyss-like purple eyes.

Just listen to Mu Tianxiang say: "Add another thirty."

The puppet executioner responded respectfully, and raised his whip again, and slammed it under Lin Fangsheng's ribs, and the whip tip rolled back again, hitting a protruding point on the left chest, causing pain and numbness to explode together.

Lin Fangsheng groaned, cold sweat dripped down his forehead and cheeks, the iron chains also squeaked with the whipping, and there was the sound of whipping and panting, all of a sudden, the room was very lively.

Mu Tianjiang is like a shadow that cannot be illuminated enough, his face is neither happy nor sad, and he stares indifferently.

However, Lin Fangsheng gradually felt something strange in these endless pains.

Just like the pain mutated, from the criss-crossing wounds, endless heat and numbness emerged, penetrating into the flesh.

Lin Fangsheng felt his mouth was dry, his heart was flustered, his desire was hard to dissipate, and the silent rune was about to move again in his body.He could only stare at Mu Tianjiang, and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you move... your hands and feet?"

In Mu Tianxiang's lonely and dull purple eyes, a faint smile appeared just now: "It's just soaking the long whip with some dragon's blood. When the whip is whipped, the blood invades the body and naturally activates the talisman of the same origin."

Lin Fangsheng had a pair of star eyes, and suddenly became cold: "Same origin? Is this dragon blood taken from Si Huajun?"

But Mu Tianxiang didn't answer, he hooked his fingers lightly, and the cold iron chains rattled and slid, pulling Lin Fangsheng's legs wide apart from the ground, and his body lay flat in the air.

I saw his long jet black hair hanging on his fur, and the bloody water dripped slowly along his waist and ribs.

Lin Fangsheng's body was heavy, and now he was only fixed by iron chains on his hands and feet, so he had to try his best to raise his head, but in his vision, he suddenly saw a handle of fire and dust in his crotch. , giving birth to desire.

He wanted to retract his legs, but he pulled the iron chain in vain. There was a crisp sound, and his whole body swayed in mid-air.

The whole body was full of emotions, burning like crazy, Lin Fangsheng clenched his teeth, and asked again: "What happened to you...that red dragon?"

Unexpectedly, a cold finger was attached to the front of his dust root without warning, and with some liquid, it slowly slid and stroked.

The subtle and profound acid heat, like a sharp needle, suddenly pierced from the front to the back of the waist, and it caused him to involuntarily pant hoarsely, curl up with all his strength, and the sound of the iron chains colliding became clearer and brighter, but it also brought a bit of unease. The cruel meaning of breaking free and being imprisoned forever.

But Mu Tianjiang was not in a hurry, he let him struggle, he moved his fingers, from the front to the root, and scratched back and forth by sticking to the side of the root, and played with the two round meatballs, he saw the body struggling endlessly, and there was a hole in the root of the leg. A little trembling, the sound of sobbing is also subdued and hoarse, containing vigorous heat.

The torso of Jianxiu Yubai was straight and slender, with countless scarlet scars, twisting as lifelike as he struggled.

Unknowingly, a bit of desire was born.

Lin Fangsheng only felt that the vital parts of his crotch were being played wantonly, hot itching, numbness, itching and sourness, all kinds of tastes were indescribable, all gathered in one place, pouring from the man's fingers to his waist.

There is also a deep rune, which is also unbearably hot and itchy, so he longs for someone to come in and comfort him as usual, and trembles.

Lin Fang was afraid that the voice of longing would come out, so he had to bite his lips tightly, and a little red blood slowly seeped out of his pale lips, but unexpectedly, the nasal voice was even more charming, flirtatious and tormenting.

"The red flood dragon is a prisoner of this seat, if you want to see him, you will try to please this seat."

Mu Tianjiang's voice was still indifferent, his slightly cool fingers had already grasped Lin Fangsheng's dust roots, and he was rubbing up and down, also admiring his trembling waist, which could not be relieved from the distressed posture.

Lin Fangsheng was tortured too hard, and the fingers that slid up and down touched the vital points again and again, and the desire was layered up, and finally he couldn't suppress it. He arched his back, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes. between.

He just woke up from a moment of trance, and saw that the demon cultivator was playing with the volcanic stone essence in his hand, and the dark golden runes flashed on and off with his fingers.

It was even more embarrassing to the extreme, enduring the burning pain and rune numbness, pulled the iron chain hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "Put me down!"

But Mu Tianjiang gently wiped the hot liquid between his fingers to the entrance behind his back, and said: "When I first saw you, I was always curious. How many people are needed to satisfy this kind of lust and lust?"

The meaning of stickiness is getting deeper and deeper, like a regular customer, slowly stirring inward, caressing the hot and tender inner wall.

The talisman was a little bit sweet, and even more dissatisfied, he happily entangled his fingers, sucking them like a temptation.

The corners of Lin Fangsheng's eyes were watery, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "It has nothing to do with you!"

This kind of stubbornness made Mu Tianxiang laugh again, and raised two fingers, forcefully pushing the narrow entrance open. "Now that it falls into my hands, it is naturally related to me. If it doesn't satisfy you, it will make those younger generations of Huashen look down upon it."

There was a sharp pain when he pushed in, Lin Fangsheng was hoarse for a moment, unable to utter a word, and was restrained by iron chains, his limbs were stretched wide, allowing the man to get between his legs and play with the secret place at will.

What made him even more unbearable was that the talisman was cold and indifferent, and he was so excited when Mu Tianxiang's fingertips teased it, and coupled with the dragon's blood from the wounds all over his body, it only vented once. Now I'm in high spirits again, and I can't wait.

Mu Tianjiang was extremely patient, he scratched and twitched with two fingers, rubbed the entrance carefully, and massaged the entrance until it became soft.After Lin Fangsheng got used to the foreign body, he gradually became dissatisfied. He only felt that it was too light and thin, too short and too weak, and his thirst was urgent. His breathing was hot, his body twisted, and the iron chain squeaked. The meaning of desire.

I could only tremble and said: "I can't wait for the two to be happy, chelate each other, don't work...um...immortal...fuck, worry about it."

After all, he couldn't hold it back, his voice hummed in a low voice, it was so touching.

Mu Tianxiang's deep purple eyes also gradually became cold: "Two people are happy? Then I want to see how to be happy."

Seeing that the place was soft and hot, he withdrew his fingers, but instead sent the thick and long stone essence in.

But only one end was missing, and it was already stuck, Mu Tianjiang didn't stay too long, he only held one end, turned slowly, gradually increased the force, and pressed it inward little by little.

The fiery stretching momentum, swollen pain, but rampant, did not give him any buffer, Lin Fangsheng frowned, his body was tense, but Mu Tianxiang clasped his hips, his wrists were pushed forward, and he pushed in forcefully.

The front end of the stone essence could withstand the runes, and a strong emotional tide suddenly surged from there, causing the lower limbs to turn from severe pain and tightness to soreness and weakness, and trembled slightly. Lin Fangsheng held the cold iron chain with his backhand, but felt The pain in the wounds all over the body actually gave rise to more desires, this kind of rudeness, on the contrary, is like rain after a long drought, just wanting to go further and make it a little heavier.

He knew something was wrong, his back molars were clenched, and there was a trace of blood in his mouth, so he had to close his eyes tightly, and forcefully endured the friction and heat brought by the fiery stone essence, and the root of evil grew even longer. It was a little bit bigger, and it was wet and dripping.

But the nasal voice is hoarse, fiery and seductive.

Mu Tianxiang would not let him go, so he took out a spirit sword, surrounded it with demon energy, refined it on the spot into a hairpin as thin as a silver needle, played with it for a while, pointed the tip at the hole of the evil root, and pierced it deftly.

How could such a fragile place have been so abused.A hot and unbearable pain suddenly exploded, Lin Fangsheng struggled violently, his face was already pale, and his screams changed in tone.

Mu Tianjiang was somewhat satisfied, and took out two pieces of meteorite silver, refining them into two shiny silver earrings, then leaned over, pierced the two breasts of the chest with the silver rings on the left and right, and then Fasten the interface firmly, and melt and lock it.

All of a sudden, the sharp pain from the piercing, the surge of sourness and passion, the desire for shame, the joy of the runes, and all kinds of mixed feelings, Lin Fangsheng only felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was chaotic and he couldn't accept it, just like a big wave rolled up to swallow him.

There was only a hoarse gasp, and the chain was tugged in vain, but the swollen hot dust root did not appear to be sluggish, but became harder and harder, which made Mu Tianxiang chuckle: "I think I like it when I treat you like this."

Then he twisted the blood and flesh on his chest, and flicked the hairpin submerged in the dust root with his fingers, the stone spirit was also driven by the magic circle, trembling from time to time, rubbing the rune.

What's more, Lin Fangsheng couldn't hold his breath anymore, and sobbed uncontrollably.

Mu Tianjiang saw a string of transparent drops of water slipping down from the corner of Lin Fangsheng's eyes.

In the faint sobs, Lin Fangsheng murmured faintly: "Yan Xie, I am ashamed of you, and I will be hacked into pieces, and you will do it."

Mu Tianxiang peeled off the seven emotions, refined the projection, was beheaded by Lin Fangsheng, and then swallowed by Gongye Mingjing.I thought that since then, the seven emotions will be cut off, and everything in the world will not be able to arouse half of the ripples in my heart.Now staring straight at the string of clear drops of water dripping, but his mind is in a mess.

I had envisioned all kinds of torture before, but now I feel that it is boring, and I don't want to do it any more.With a wave of the robe sleeve, the iron chain clicked again, releasing the person, and when he fell, he caught him in his arms.

Lin Fangsheng loosened his hands and feet, and fell into the warmth of his chest, feeling familiar, as if the magic cultivator was still there.

Unable to groan softly, she stretched out her hand to wrap around his neck.

Mu Tianxiang looked down, but saw that Lin Fangsheng's eyes were absent, only his body was hot, and the smell of blood lingered in his nose.A pair of small silver rings on the chest, embellished with a little bright red, are very attractive.

Then he put him on the fur, leaned over and took the little ring together with the meat in his mouth, licked, bit and sucked, gnawed and tore, while his other hand reached into Lin Fangsheng's thigh, holding the stone essence and began to play .

When Lin Fangsheng was in a daze, he suddenly felt a little softness and dampness raging in his chest, needle-like pain mixed with numbness, the pleasure piled up more and more intensely, he was about to struggle, but was firmly imprisoned by a palm on his back, and the rune was full of excitement , twisted and entwined, enjoying the fiery sharpening of the stone essence.

Such a few provocations, even if he was about to resist, he was too dizzy to take care of one thing and lose sight of another, and he got deeper and deeper in this turbulent emotion, and finally he had to toss and turn and groan, bearing it all.

Then he felt that the thing that brought infinite happiness was pretending to withdraw, he couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hand to hold the man's wrist, but Mu Tianxiang sneered: "How can such a dead thing compare to me?"

Still extract the stone essence.

Lin Fangsheng suddenly felt empty and unbearable, and frowned.Then Mu Tianxiang separated his legs, leaned over and pressed them against the heels of his legs. The roots were hot and rubbed against the wound on his body, causing trembling and stinging heat again.

Then hold the entrance and press it in slowly.

Although it was excruciatingly painful, Lin Fangsheng couldn't help but let out a low snort as his chest was filled with endless satisfaction.

The hard object is vigorous and full of vitality, filling the channel of the rune pattern, and every time it collides with it brings a surge of joy that is almost overwhelmed, which is indeed difficult for a dead object to match.

Lin Fangsheng's back was pressed on the fur, and the thick burrs were stuck in the wound. The pain was unbearable. He also had chest pain, burning pain at the place where the evil root was blocked, all kinds of pain, but with Mu Tianxiang's stubborn confrontation, all of them turned into The tide of emotion was churning, but he couldn't help it at last, and the intense pleasure turned into a hoarse moan.

Mu Tianjiang lifted his legs up to his shoulders, then bent down, and once again conquered and slammed him hard, he was a bit greedy.But the rune was soft and soft, it endured all his rough violence, and showed some unbearable fragility and trembling, it actually twisted his evil roots tightly and swallowed, sucking and convulsing.

Lin Fangsheng felt that his movements became more and more violent. When he bent his body, his waist was overwhelmed and screamed, but he gritted his teeth and held back his fingers tightly grasping the fur under his body. Forced to come back.Several times like this, the suffocation that could not be vented was extremely uncomfortable, and he wanted to reach out to pull it out, and then he raised his hand, but Mu Tianxiang clasped both wrists and pressed them on top of his head. He wanted to drown out Lin Fangsheng's pleadings.

"Yan Xie..."

"I'm here."

"Take it off."

"It's too early."

Then there was another crusade without knowing the time, Lin Fangsheng panted for too long, his lips were chapped, his throat was on fire, and the pleasure gathered for too long became torture, so he couldn't help curling up his toes, bending his legs against the man's shoulders, trying to kick him open.

Mu Tianxiang didn't allow him to escape, clasped his ankle and pulled him to the side, then turned him half a circle, pressed him into a kneeling position, clasped his hands backwards, jumped up, half exposed and submerged again, Hit hard on the inner tender meat.

When Lin Fangsheng was wedged and turned half a circle, half of his body was numb and numb, his eyes were dazzled with white light, if the exit was not blocked, he would have vented several times.When he regained his senses, he was in a kneeling posture, and he had no way of resisting, letting the demon cultivator get whatever he wanted.

Sweat all over the body made the wound itchy, and the oozing water from the evil roots made the fur under his body wet into clumps. He couldn't help but groan hoarsely, sobbing out of tune: "Yan Xie... that's enough..."

Mu Tianjiang still said: "It's still early."

He leaned over and hugged Lin Fangsheng's waist tightly, pressed his lips against the back of Jianxiu's neck, and bumped hard, enjoying the charm of the rune, which was extremely pleasant.

I don't know how long after this, Lin Fangsheng only felt that his lower limbs were all burnt into coke, and there was only white light in front of his eyes. In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is no room for other than the tide of emotion.

Fang Jue's backlash accelerated and intensified a little bit, and the mucous membrane spasmed with hot liquid, and the blocked hairpin was pulled away abruptly, and the long-accumulated hot liquid sprayed out.

So caught off guard, Lin Fangsheng couldn't help sinking his waist, gasping in shock, and the rune channel tightly twisted the thing that had just spit out, as if he was reluctant to give up.

This time he choked hard, Lin Fangsheng only felt that he was venting out, hearty and dripping, his eyes were white, and the corners of his eyes became moist.The hot liquid sprayed until puddles were formed on the fur before it stopped.

Those in the body, when he vented freely, were absorbed by the meridians spontaneously.

When he woke up again, Mu Tianjiang was no longer in the room.

The candle was still flickering, the incense was strong, and the puppet executioner was not in the room. Lin Fangsheng sat up from the fur. He had already been put on a clean robe, and felt that the fur was soft and dry, so it must have been replaced.

Recalling all kinds of out-of-control behaviors before, I feel a little ashamed.

As soon as he moved, he heard the crisp sound of the iron chain, and his ankle was heavy.But it turned out that his left foot was locked by a cold iron chain.

If it was Yan Xie, she would never treat him like this.

Thinking of this, Lin Fangsheng couldn't help but his heart sank gradually.