An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

The silver light was shining brightly, and the brilliance was so great that it even dimmed the shadow of the red candle outside the curtain.

Lin Fangsheng was caught off guard, and was enveloped by the condescending light. Suddenly, his eyes were filled with cold silver, and then there was another jet of darkness, rising from the depths, wrestling and entangled with the silver light. The two competed with each other, making his eyes almost bursting with pain. , Like a red-hot steel cone, piercing directly into the fundus of the eye.

Lin Fangsheng screamed, his whole body was covered with cold sweat, he wished he could cut off the top of his head with a spiritual sword.

After the pain gradually dissipated, the red tent in front of his eyes was still warm, and against the patch of deep and light red silk, Helian Wancheng's snow-like handsome face was still staring at him.

Lin Fangsheng opened his mouth involuntarily, feeling his throat was dry, and called out: "Master..."

Helian Wancheng leaned down again, his long jet black hair hanging down his sides, his bodies fit tightly together, slowly rubbing together ambiguously, his skin was also being teased by strands of fiery heat, it was so soft that it almost melted.

Lin Fangsheng was like falling into the clouds, he only felt something hard against his waist, and felt that the man's aura was very intoxicating, so he frowned slightly in this drunkenness, looked up at the man's handsome face, and said in a low voice: "...Why did I call you Master?"

Helian Wancheng took a pillow from the side and put it under Lin Fangsheng's waist, but pressed his thumb on his chest a little, fiddled with the warm silver ring, his little finger passed through the ring, lifted it up, and said: "Who kept it? "

The fragile part of Lin Fangsheng's chest was pulled, and the pain was particularly deep. He couldn't help but let him pull his chest up, but his lower waist was raised to cater for him. He had to use his elbows to support it, but he felt the heat on his legs, slowly rubbing against him. The person is sweet and familiar, as if he has repeated this action countless times with this person.

His breathing was disordered, but he had to shake his head in a panic. There were fragments of purple figures in his mind that were moving away and approaching. When he looked closely, he found nothing but a pain in his chest. He was at a loss and shook his head: "I don't remember... .”

Helian Wancheng lowered his eyelids, played with and kneaded the two spots of flesh until they were hard and swollen, and said: "Since you are married to me, the past is gone, don't think about it."

Lin Fangsheng couldn't bear the teasing, he felt sore, numb, swollen and painful, hot and itchy, a sharp needle pierced through his chest and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. stand up.

Unbearably provocative, struggling and twisting, wanting to escape from Helian Wancheng's hands, but as if pandering to him, he straightened his waist and bumped against his side, but felt that the hard muscles were as strong as cast iron, and he hit him hard As soon as it hurt, his waist softened again, and he fell on the pillow, so he had to hold Helian Wancheng's wrist, trying to pull away his fingers that were ravaging his chest, he took a breath and replied, "It's... Teacher, Wancheng..."

Helian Wancheng's icy breath eased again, and clasped his fidgeting hands and folded them on top of his head. Lin Fangsheng was covered by his strong body and couldn't move. stand up.

Helian Wancheng tied his wrists firmly, and took a thin gold wire rope to wrap the tent, and fixed his hands in the hollowed-out wood carving at the head of the bed.

Lin Fangsheng's hands were tied, his lower limbs were raised, and his defenseless posture was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He couldn't help but tense up all over his body, and looked at the king as if he was facing an enemy.

Helian Wancheng only said: "Don't be afraid."

After separating his legs, he took out a black and gilt hexagonal porcelain box by the bedside, dug out a bit of blue agar, and gently applied it to the entrance behind him.

The cold and sticky feeling made Lin Fangsheng gasp hoarsely, but Helian Wancheng held one of his thighs, unable to dodge. The agar was heated, and it released bursts of fragrance, just like a green lotus, enveloping the fragrance of the golden joyful face Also under pressure.

The cool and smooth agar was also sent into the entrance, and was carefully smeared all over by Helian Wancheng. The taste was unprecedented.Lin Fangsheng was also confused in the sea of ​​consciousness, he only felt that finger going in and out, arousing endless desires, even the sound of viscous water was extremely obscene, causing the roots of his ears to burn red, and now his jade-white skin was covered with a thin layer Sweat, that place actually held his finger, sucking it shyly.

Helian Wancheng put two fingers in, only to feel that the inside was smooth and soft, and there was a burst of suction, which swallowed his fingers deeper and deeper, but suddenly pulled them out.

The place was suddenly empty, Lin Fangsheng suddenly groaned unbearably, and wanted to struggle, but his wrists were restrained, so he could only bend his legs and stick them to Helian Wancheng's thin waist, rubbing and entangled.

Helian Wancheng didn't move, let him dawdle in a hurry, just adjusted his posture, pushed the fiery dust root against the entrance under Lin Fangsheng's body, slowly opened it up a little, and then didn't move, unexpectedly kicking the door , Life and death stopped.

Lin Fangsheng only wanted to be comforted, but now he suddenly lost his mind, he felt that the entrance was slightly stretched open in a circle, ironed and hard, and the flesh around that circle, the root of the leg and the side of the buttocks, couldn't help shivering.Inside, it was hot and uncomfortable, and it was so empty that it felt as if it was about to throb.

What's more, Lin Fangsheng struggled unbearably, whimpered and panted, bent his legs and stepped on the legs of the person on his body, trying to push the person away.

Naturally, Helian Wancheng refused to do what he wished, and only pulled his ankle up, still buried it shallowly, twitching lightly, and every time he penetrated deeper with a slight difference.

It even made Lin Fangsheng feel violated. He only felt that the fiery giant was forcibly stretching his body apart inch by inch, but he didn't feel too much pain. With a soft pillow under his body, it has long been difficult to maintain such a posture.

Unable to retreat, unable to advance, invincible vertically and horizontally, sharpened every inch, everything is under the control of the opponent, Lin Fangsheng has the illusion of being in a trance, like a perch offshore, being rubbed against by a hot iron rod, pierced inch by inch.

Panting and moaning, Lin Fangsheng finally leaked out from the corner of Lin Fangsheng's mouth, and even his toes curled up tightly.

Helian Wancheng also oozes sweat during this long intrusion, dripping from the corner of his forehead onto Lin Fangsheng's chest, and it is brilliantly reflected by the candlelight, tempting his entrance.

The long and punishing intrusion finally came to an end with a stern rebuttal.Lin Fangsheng couldn't regain his senses, he was sent into the clouds by the impact, and let out a long low moan, his slender body was as tight as a bow, tightly entangled with the invading foreign body, but Nie Gen twitched bursts of heat, overflowing with energy.

When he came back from the cloud, he felt limp and weak, his waist and legs were sore, he was weak like a normal person.

The inner side that was responsible for twisting the foreign body just now is even more dull, hot, and sticky.

It's just that the majestic utensils of Helian Wancheng are still deeply buried, and they are strong and strong, without any signs of fatigue, and they are moving from slow to sick, from weak to strong in his fiery body cavity.

Lin Fangsheng's eyebrows were raised, and the cavity that had not faded away was sharpened again, and there were bursts of pleasure that were similar to pain, and the waist and hips were padded up, making it easier for Helian Wancheng to bend down and press in, and it was extremely smooth.

While panting, Lin Fangsheng suddenly felt that his lower limbs were lifted up again, and he was lifted off the soft pillow, and was supported by the country master under his hips. His whole body weight was only supported by his shoulders and Helian Wancheng's palms, so he couldn't help using his legs to hook him The waist felt empty, but he couldn't get out because he was wedged inside his body. When he was about to speak, he was hit hard by Helian Wancheng. He didn't know where it was. Lin Fangsheng suddenly felt his waist numb, hot and soft, sobbing out Voice.

In the turbulent and continuous confrontation, the opening is full of broken sounds, unable to form a sentence.

Lin Fangsheng only felt that there was such a vacancy, and he had no way to dodge at all. He was brutally conquered by the lord of the country, and every impulse was absorbed by the inner wall without any omission.

For a moment, he was so hard that he sobbed hoarsely, even if he wanted to call his name, he couldn't.I only feel pleasure in the dull pain, numbness in the pleasure, but endless tingling pain in the numbness.

All kinds of smells only tormented him so much that he wanted to live and die, and let out another groan of ecstasy, and let out his essence, smearing a slippery patch on Helian Wancheng's lower abdomen.

Climbing to the summit twice in succession made Lin Fangsheng's fingertips filled with fatigue, his tangled legs couldn't hold on, and he fell down wet with sweat.

Already out of breath, his chest was heaving and painful, and his shoulders with well-defined joints were also shaking in a mess, so he could only beg: "Enough..."

Helian Wancheng swayed his waist slightly, but slowly pulled it out once, and his tone was still calm: "Not enough."

Lin Fangsheng also noticed that the hard object was a little bit thicker, and the channel he was used to was a little swollen and painful again. His breath was disordered for a while, but he couldn't speak anymore, and his eyes filled with water vapor looked at him with a bit of pleading. Helian Wancheng.

Helian Wancheng only leaned over slightly, and gently kissed his eyelids, then turned him over, sank down again, and slowly pressed him in.

Lin Fangsheng didn't have the strength to resist, so he had to lie on his stomach under the big red brocade quilt, and let the murderous weapon ravage his way in, beating fiercely and demanding nothing.The spacious and strong dragon bed couldn't stand such a domineering conquest by the lord, the foot of the bed shook and creaked.

Lin Fangsheng was already extremely tired, but he was still squeezed out of the last sliver of energy by Helian Wancheng's continuous rough heat, and his evil root was actually trapped in the brocade quilt, and it became stiff and swollen.

Unexpectedly, Helian Wancheng stopped for a moment, reached out to hold his half-hard dust root, played with it a few times, and said: "If you vent it again, it may hurt you."

He actually took a plain silk sash and wrapped and tied his evil roots tightly.

Suffocated before and then swollen, but Lin Fangsheng's eyes were full of water vapor, which finally condensed into shape and slid down. He could only struggle with his waist, but Helian Wancheng grabbed his hips and dragged him back. Without the slightest pity, it's as if you have to wear the soft and hot passage before you stop.

Lin Fangsheng was in unbearable pain, but felt that the tide of emotion was overwhelming, burning hot, and the pleasure was strong, so he could only sob and whine until his voice was hoarse and hard to understand, dry, cracked and oozing blood. He had to turn purple, but he couldn't let it out, so he could only hold it back. Even the base of his toes and legs trembled, convulsing, his body was hot behind him, and he confronted him forcefully, like a wild beast, causing Lin Fangsheng to lose control and go crazy.

It wasn't until the dawn was about to break and the east was turning white that Lin Fangsheng felt a dull pain. In the tunnel, there was a sudden burst of heat. After ironing, he couldn't help panting hoarsely, almost as if his tone was changing. , the plain silk sash tightly wrapped around the root is soaked, and water seeps out little by little.

When Helian Wancheng withdrew from behind him, Lin Fangsheng felt his eyelids were extremely heavy, his fingertips could not move a single bit, his whole body lost all energy, and he fell into a coma.

Helian Wancheng loosened the restraint of his wrist, and wrapped him in his arms again, his eyes were cold, but there was a deep and unspeakable emotion contained in it.

He called again in a low voice, "Fang Sheng."

Lin Fangsheng was in a deep sleep and didn't respond at all.