Feng Beiming

The curse has always been only available on Miao Jiang's side, but no one knows whether the curse is effective or not.

— I curse you —

——I want you to taste the pain of cutting out your heart——

——I can’t get rid of it again and again——

Under the wall, He Fanyin's mind was always echoing such a voice, which made his brain ache, and the temperature of his body also became hotter and hotter with the voice in his head, making him uncomfortable...

He Fanyin sat under the wall for a while, until the scalding body temperature finally cooled down, He Fanyin felt as if he had just been fished out of the water, using his internal energy to force the clothes on his body dry, He Fanyin With a long sigh, he got up again.

The passage in front of him seemed to have secret doors hidden on both sides. He Fanyin searched carefully for a long time but found no way to open the door. Frowning, He Fanyin was full of suspicion. After walking a few steps forward, he knocked carefully again. Get up, this time when the palm was pressed against the upper stone again, He Fanyin's eyes were stunned by the obvious depression, and just as he regained consciousness, the stone door in front of him suddenly opened with a bang, He Fanyin had just stepped in, a sword Qi struck face to face, recalling how powerful Feng Mingqing was before, He Fanyin didn't dare to be careless, when he sideways dodged, he swung his sword with his backhand, the sword aura he swung with his supernatural power was more domineering than before, one sword swung , exploded in front of him, and the sword marks on the ground were three inches deep, clearly visible.

Clenching the sword in his hand, He Fanyin frowned and took a few steps forward. The figure in front of him was also dressed in white, flying to dodge the room, the skirts fluttering, the slender figure exudes elegance and softness, with long hair turned Flying, with strands of hair, the man's face seemed to be more soft and greasy, turned over and landed, the man stood proudly, with a long sword on his back, he was even more heroic, and his face with frowned eyebrows was a bit frosty, The long sword pointed straight at He Fanyin's direction, and a pair of black pearl-like eyes also exuded a bewitching cold light, murderous and beautiful.

"Ming Xin?" Seeing clearly who the other party was, He Fanyin was obviously taken aback.

Feng Ming's heart was also shocked immediately, his eyes were full of surprise: "Fan Yin?"

Both are acquaintances, and both of them restrained their oppressive aura.

Feng Ming was obviously overjoyed, put the long sword into its sheath, and ran towards He Fanyin.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two opened their mouths, but asked the same words.

"I'm here to find the Heaven Slashing Sword"

"I'm here to find my brother Yu"

They spoke at the same time again, but the content of the answer was different.

"Heaven Zhanjian?" Frozen for a moment, Feng Ming frowned, his eyes were suspicious, and there was a bit of guard in his black eyes: "Do you want to grab the Heaven Zhanjian too?"

Seeing the vigilance in Feng Ming's eyes clearly, He Fanyin frowned slightly, although he was displeased, he didn't speak out, and said nicely: "It's my master's order to get the Heaven Zhan Sword."

"Then will you attack me like others because you want Zhan Tianjian?" Feng Ming frowned: "Brother Yu also came here for Zhan Tianjian, I can't give Zhan Tianjian to you"

"Ming Xin..." Feng Mingxin's words made He Fanyin suspicious, and turned to look at the long sword on his back.

Feng Ming's eyes flashed, he turned around and swung his sword, when He Fanyin dodged sideways, he turned and ran to the side.

"Ming Xin!" He Fanyin stepped forward to catch up, and the figures of the two interspersed in this stone room. Every time they passed a stone gate, the road behind them would be sealed, as if they had never existed.

Before, He Fanyin had been cautious and cautious, but there was nothing unusual about it. Now that he met Feng Mingxin, seeing that he had been hiding, he let go of his guard, and chased after him, only wanting to catch him. But both of them ran into a stone room with no exit, He Fanyin had just chased in, when there was a loud crash, the stone door behind him was suddenly sealed again.

With nowhere to go, Feng Ming was so angry that he kicked towards the wall: "What the hell is this place? After walking for a long time, I couldn't get out! Now I'm still trapped in the secret room!!!"

He Fanyin stood beside him, seeing his childish appearance, couldn't help being amused, just as he moved his steps, Feng Ming's heart was quick to react, and suddenly he swung his sword and pointed at him: "You are not allowed to come over!"

Lowering his eyes, frowning, looking at the sword pointing at his chest, He Fanyin's eyes were slightly solemn: "Do you really want to meet me in battle?"

"I don't want to" Feng Ming said with a serious face, "But I can't give you the Zhantian Sword! Otherwise Brother Yu won't go back with me."

"The one on your body is really the Zhantian Sword?" Why is the sword on Feng Mingxin's body?

"I picked it up"

"..."

"When I was outside before, I saw that everyone was fighting to the death and the net was broken. The Heaven Zhan Sword fell to the side and no one paid attention to it, so I picked it up while everyone was not paying attention."

"..." He Fanyin was a little weak in responding.

As Feng Ming's heart said, the whole ground suddenly split downwards, the two of them were caught off guard and both fell down suddenly, before the two of them could react, the cracked ground closed up again.

Feng Ming was startled for a moment, he suddenly used the breath in his body to perform the lightness kung fu, but the bottom was bottomless, even with the lightness kung fu he couldn't control his body, not to mention the narrow space around, the surrounding stone walls seemed to be covered with moss and slippery Abnormal, can't take advantage of it at all.

He Fanyin also found that this place was different from before, even if he wanted to use his internal force, he was restricted by the surroundings, so in the end he could only hastily reached out and grabbed Feng Mingxin's wrist, pulled him into his arms to hold him, and at the same time pulled Wan Yue towards him. They pushed hard into the stone wall, but they could only produce a long spark on the wall, and the figures of the two were still falling rapidly.

"Fan Yin..." Being hugged by someone, their bodies were tightly pressed together, Feng Ming was stunned and looked up at him.But just after calling his name, He Fanyin said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here"

In the heart, I can't tell what it feels like for the first time. When the warm current overflowing from my heart made Feng Ming's heart feel hot, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and hugged He Fanyin's waist tightly: "I'm sorry..."

He Fanyin lowered his eyes to look at him: "Idiot, I'm sorry for what you said, it doesn't matter what happened to you and me."

But if it wasn't for running around by themselves, the two of them wouldn't be in the same situation now.

Looking up at him, Feng Ming's face was serious: "I'm going to die this time, I really fell to my death, don't worry, I'll put you at the bottom!"

He Fanyin couldn't help but want to say something, but his tiger's mouth felt numb.In this situation, if the two of them were allowed to fall downward again, the consequence would most likely be to die together, He Fanyin frowned, his face was solemn, his eyes were dark and serious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Ming hugged his waist tightly, and he clearly felt that He Fanyin's body suddenly became hot: "You..." before he opened his mouth, he saw complicated black dark lines appearing on He Fanyin's neck, and his heart Suspicious, Feng Mingxin stretched out his hand to pull He Fanyin's skirt, but saw that there were also dark lines like this in the collarbone below the neck. Before Feng Mingxin could think about what these dark lines were, He Fanyin suddenly pulled Pulling the moon back into its sheath, he suddenly waved his hands and sleeves, a stream of air rolled out from under his robe, and pushed straight to the bottom, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Such a scene made Feng Ming's heart tremble with fear, and immediately buried his face in He Fanyin's arms like an ostrich.

Feng Mingxin's actions made He Fanyin obviously stunned. He put more force on the arms around the man, and tightened his eyebrows. With the use of the supernatural power, the temperature of his body became hotter, as if he had exercised enough skill, He Fanyin growled With a sound, he suddenly waved his hand and waved out the supernatural ability, but at the same time, there was an explosion sound from below, and there was a boom, and the air wave rolled upwards. On top of that, the tumbling of the air wave gave a point of force, and then the figure turned over, and due to the lightness kung fu, they were no longer as passive as before. .

Falling from such a high place, like jumping into a cliff, is a master of lightness kung fu, and it is difficult for them to control themselves. The two of them fell to the ground, and their clothes fluttered, but neither of them let go of their hands. It was like recovering from the shock just now.

The sound of the surrounding water was ticking, and each sound echoed. He Fanyin seemed to be overusing his supernatural ability, and his face was a little pale. He just breathed out, but his whole body softened and he leaned towards Feng Ming's heart until Feng Ming Only then did he regain his senses, but he couldn't hold He Fanyin's body with an exclamation, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

"Fanyin! Fanyin!" Feng Mingxin got up and hurriedly turned his head to look at He Fanyin. Seeing He Fanyin lying on the ground without moving, covered in sweat, he stretched out his hand to shake him. The temperature of the tentacles seemed to be warmer than before. Even hotter: "What's wrong with you, Fanyin? Wake up, Fanyin, Fanyin!"

He Fanyin was lying on the ground, feeling uncomfortable all over his body, as if being burned by fire. There were many images flashing in his mind, flashing too fast and too complicated for him to see clearly, and finally everything stayed in that image.

The dagger that stimulates the heart is held in his own hand.

Blood, flowing down the fingers...

The author has something to say: I haven’t written meat for a long time, and suddenly I really want to write a chapter, but the anti-pornography god horse is really distressing~~~ Tangled, tangled~~~