I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

Feng Xuan only felt that the time in front of him seemed to be suspended at that moment, Li Furen's every move was slowed down, and scenes appeared in Feng Xuan's eyes.

In the next second, the red light all over the sky darkened, and was even temporarily suppressed by the monstrous black air.

Qiu Zijin's face suddenly became extremely pale, and his eyes quickly gathered a storm that was no less than the black air in the sky.

In Qiu Zijin's extremely ugly complexion, the formation flickered extremely quickly for a few seconds, and then there was a crisp sound - the red light turned into red fragments all over the sky, which fell to the ground with a splash, lost the support of the formation, and quickly disappeared into the void.

Array, broken.

Li Furen followed him, raised his sword and faced Qiu Zijin head-on, his eyes turned cold, and he stabbed out with the long sword surrounded by black air, hitting Qiu Zijin's chest directly——

The sword stopped abruptly.

With a wave of Qiu Zijin's sleeve, the majestic spiritual energy directly stopped Li Furen's sword, not to mention swinging the sword, he couldn't move even a little bit.

Qiu Zijin's face was darker than Li Furen's sword, he shook his sleeves violently, Li Furen groaned suddenly, retreated frequently uncontrollably, and finally barely stopped by thrusting his sword into the ground.

Feng Xuan's heart skipped a beat just looking at it, the speed of the pounding in his chest never slowed down from the very beginning.

The house-seizing formation was broken, and he could tell that Qiu Zijin's eyes were already full of anger, obviously extremely angry.

Feng Xuan squeezed Li Furen's sweat in his heart.

Qiu Zijin summoned the natal sword, Hanshui, as if sensing the master's emotions, the sword body trembled slightly, and layers of water mist ooze from the sword body, exuding cold air, the sword lives up to its name.

He clearly still had blood on his face, but he held the sword and walked towards Li Furen with a gloomy expression, swinging the sword step by step.

The raging sword energy roared and landed on Li Furen's body, even though Li Furen had exhausted all his strength, he was still very reluctant to deal with it, but within a few steps, the black shirt on Li Furen's body was already soaked into dark black with blood.

But Qiu Zijin looked scarier than Li Furen.

He vomited every step, and the blood at the corner of his mouth never stopped.

Apparently, although he had the divine sword Hanshui in his hand, Qiu Zijin's body was already on the verge of reaching its limit.

When Li Furen finally couldn't bear it anymore and the sword in his hand fell to the ground, Qiu Zijin finally stopped.

He sneered and said, "Do you think you can still escape today?"

After finishing speaking, he controlled Li Furen with the restraint technique, and wiped the blade of the cold water sword with his right hand, blood trickled down the blade of the sword, and fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

The blood pool gradually squirmed strangely again, forming a seizing formation again.

Judging by this posture, Qiu Zijin is fighting with his life, and today, he is bound to take down Li Furen's body.

The blood formation surrounded Li Furen again, and it was about to be activated again...

Feng Xuan's mind was agitated, and he thought, Li Furen's soul and body have been severely injured at this time, if he restarts this time, he really doesn't know how long he can last in the formation.

With the sound of dripping blood, Feng Xuan's heart tightly clenched into a ball.

With extreme caution, he approached the center of the cave step by step.

Seeing the red light flickering, the Seizing Formation is about to take shape.

With a sound of "bang", Feng Xuan broke through the barrier of candle flames.

Feng Xuan gritted her teeth, without hesitation, the moment the barrier was broken, another sword landed on the candlestick.

The candlestick "ding", was split in two by Feng Xuan's sword, fell to the ground crisply, rolled to Qiu Zijin's feet with a clatter, and stopped.

Feng Xuan was gasping for breath and almost fell down. He tightly held the sword in his hand, trembling slightly, but his eyes fixed on Qiu Zijin's body.

Everything seemed to come to a standstill, and in the huge cave, there was only the sound of candlesticks rolling and clattering for a while.

As if being judged, Feng Xuan felt nervous all over her body.

But after one breath, two breaths, and three breaths, Qiu Zijin's back was still straight, as if he hadn't been affected at all.

Fengxuan's throat seemed to be strangled, unable to utter a single sound.

He knew he was wrong.

Although this candlestick is important, it is not something that hangs Qiu Zijin's life.

Feng Xuan's tense throat rolled up and down.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Zijin moved. He stopped the bloodletting in his hands, bent down, and picked up the candlestick carefully and preciously. Under his nostalgic eyes, what was buried was the boundless extremely cold ice field.

He gently put the two candlesticks together, as if by doing so, he could turn back time, back to the time before the candlesticks were not broken, and back to the time when the blue candlelight was still there.

But when the candle is extinguished, it is extinguished.

No matter how compact the candlesticks are, it still cannot change the fact that the candlelight has disappeared.

The candlelight disappeared, completely disappeared from this world.

Immortality.

The veins in Qiu Zijin's hands popped out.

Feng Xuan took a step back in an extremely subtle manner, he was keenly aware that a killing intent enveloped him from head to toe.

My mind can't help sending out dangerous red alerts:

Qiu Zijin wanted to kill him.

Almost subconsciously, Feng Xuan dodged and dodged aside.

Before he moved, Qiu Zijin's sword followed closely, the sword energy brushed against his body, passed dangerously, and drew a deep and long crack on the ground.

With only a slight difference, the sword will fall on Feng Xuan's body.

Feng Xuan hardly dared to believe such consequences.

He stumbled and ran towards Li Furen non-stop, but before he ran to Li Furen's side, Qiu Zijin's sword followed him again.

Li Furen's brows frowned, and he quickly hugged Feng Xuan's waist and twisted, and the positions of the two changed instantly.

Before Feng Xuan could recover, she was firmly protected in Li Furen's arms.

A powerful and reliable breath surrounded him firmly, the steady heartbeat and breathing seemed to be right next to his ears, the long-lost warmth made Fengxuan lose his mind for a moment.

But soon, through the gap, Feng Xuan saw Qiu Zijin's Shen Rushuang swung his sword fiercely,

This sword condensed the powerful spiritual energy in Qiu Zijin's blood, he swung the sword high, and it was about to fall on Li Furen's body——

Feng Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

If this sword falls, Li Furen may lose his skin even if he does not die.

Feng Xuan grabbed Li Furen's fingertips so hard that they turned white, and without blinking, he kept shouting incoherently: "Master, Master, Master!"

But Feng Xuan was too focused, and also missed that moment, Li Furen's stiff body.

On the chest, the withered sycamore branches began to heat up.

Cold water is a divine weapon, its power should not be underestimated, even if it was a sycamore branch, Feng Xuan might not have the confidence to block Qiu Zijin's full blow.

However, when the cold water was less than half an inch away from Li Furen's back, the sword suddenly stopped.

Han Shui couldn't stop trembling, it was more like resisting than sensing the master's anger.

Feng Xuan raised her head in a daze, naturally she couldn't miss the astonishment in Qiu Zijin's eyes.

It was at this moment of hesitation that Li Furen seized the opportunity, deflected the cold water with his backhand, and plunged his sword into Qiu Zijin's chest.

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Everyone has a crush on my vest by: Baicha Qinghuan article id: 4565475

On the day of the old emperor's funeral, the national teacher in the center of the deep whirlpool jumped off the cliff, marking the end of his thrilling life.

... did not die.

The system was extremely angry: You were allowed to go through the plot, but you were not allowed to cause chaos in the world, so hurry back and find someone to settle the country for me!

Jiang Chu: OK, bah.

The magnificent national teacher opened his eyes, and turned into a still magnificent...beauty who had just been consecrated to the palace.

·

The noble regent pinched his chin and told him to be a substitute for the national teacher, and this king promises you a lifetime of glory.

The marshal who held the military power cornered him and warned him that if he didn't obey him and learn from the national teacher, he would be snatched from the palace and thrown into a mass grave tonight.

Jiang Chu: ...No, I only sell my talent, thank you.

As a result, the few people who couldn't love her locked up Jiang Chu, and she was not welcomed by anyone, and anyone could even step on her.

Only the frail little prince secretly gave him food a few times.The child's eyes are as bright as a star, but there is a decisive ruthlessness hidden.

Jiang Chu found the treasure, pinched Lin Yue's shoulder, and asked him with a smile: "Your Highness, do you want to be emperor?"

·

Jiang Chu took the little prince with him, cut off the official status of the regent, seized the military power of the marshal, and put him on the throne step by step.

On the day the world changed hands, Jiang Chu was about to retire, but was taken into a secret room by the new emperor.The room is full of hanging painting scrolls, all of which are his face.

Jiang Chu turned around in shock, but heard the new emperor chuckle: "You ran once, do you want to run again... my national teacher."

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感谢在2021-03-0522:59:23~2021-03-0623:59:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 771;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Wangma Xiaoji, 30784780, Fuguang, Naluo Yinxue, and Linglong;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：北极以南是全世界20瓶；safmb5瓶；战栗の森4瓶；明月何皎皎3瓶；408979072瓶；

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