Longevity: The Flawless Dream

When the blade of the killing sword set off a few stars of scarlet, Qingya increased his speed several times in an instant, carrying his master far away and landed on the ruins, Mo Yutong stared at Hengjian in astonishment. He learned the local Yijian Fengchan.The intuition of spirit beasts is often better than that of humans, let alone such almost immortal beasts as Qingya?Just now it clearly felt that the master's friend was clearly intent on killing with that sword strike.

Lian Wuxia frowned.The feeling of the skin being cut by a sharp instrument is a subtle cold pain, and this pain is undoubtedly uncomfortable.She put her hands on the wound on her shoulder, circulated her zhenqi slightly, and the wound healed as before.She looked down at the remaining blood on her palm, and her heart was filled with dark clouds of uncertainty: the flaming red that was burning in the corner of her eye just now...

Is it her delusion?

Why do you feel that Yijian Fengchan's face seems to have changed in that instant?

But the speed of that change is really as fast as a streamer, even if the eyesight is as subtle as practiced and flawless, it is just a flash in front of my eyes. When I think about it carefully, I suspect that I have seen the wrong eyes-probably wrong.After all, Mr. Butterfly and the six ugly cripples present are all dragons and phoenixes among human beings, but they have not found any abnormal phenomena. Besides, under the bright and bright world, how can a good person transform into another person?It can be seen that she is still too worrying.

Seeing Lian Wuxia's death, Yijian Fengchan suddenly froze the arm that was stabbing before swinging the sword.When Lian Wuxia clutched his left shoulder, his dazed expression was reflected in his eyes, and the blood seeping between his fingers was as dazzling as a little firelight falling on the soaked firewood, struggling to arouse a trace of agile heat.

what am i doinghe asked himself.It's not a day or two to practice immortality, but a silly girl, if you care about her, will you be disqualified?If she hadn't dodged in time, would it be possible that the sword just now would have stabbed her to the core?Fortunately, the white-haired deer under her was running fast enough, otherwise there would be a slight mistake...

Just now, how did the sword that was supposed to split Futiantang in half come to Lian Changsheng!

Yijian Fengchan's face darkened almost when he realized this, he thrust his sword into the ground, and said angrily, "Who is playing tricks? Get out!"

The sound of violent shouting was like spring thunder, and something seemed to be broken by a strong force, and then continued softly, turning into a charming smile.The bright red skirt of the bone flute fell slowly in the wind, and a golden belt fluttered down, landing on her mutton-like wrist, and was brushed away by her with an ambiguous expression: "It's no use admiring Zen with a sword." You are so fierce, but you are so rough, it really makes me sad, and I want to learn more..."

Yi Jian Feng Chan Fang got rid of the influence of Mihunxiao, and when he was in a rough and impatient mood, he asked without thinking: "Are you strong enough?"

"Ahem!" Mr. Butterfly suddenly coughed dryly twice.

Yijian Feng Chan trembled inexplicably, and looked towards Lian Wuxia as if he had just woken up from a dream—the latter was looking at him and Gu Xiao, his two slender eyebrows slightly frowned.His face darkened subconsciously, he turned his head immediately, and said roughly to Gu Xiao: "Gu Xiao, I have never met you before, yet you have tried every means to instigate and frame me, what is your plan!"

Key words, first, strangers, second, framed.Such a perfect explanation should be clearly expressed, right?

Gu Xiao saw his subtle scheming, smiled frivolously, but didn't point it out, and turned his face to Futiantang who had withdrawn to watch from a distance: "Is there any objection to joining forces before the formation?" But before speaking, the policeman The phantom name Xiao Xiao Yin is all over the place, and has already attacked Mr. Butterfly without warning.

The reason why the bone flute, the master of the Twelve Heavens of Love, is famous all over the world is not just because of its debauchery and coquettishness, but its attainments in the art of sound killing, except for the leather drum master He Changling, no one can match it.However, after a careful calculation, the leather drummer is still inferior to her.For such a master, even Mr. Butterfly must not be ignored, and immediately jumped up, successfully avoiding Xiao Yin, and successfully left the scabbard of Tiantao Sword with both feet.

Master Guizuo, who was crushed almost to pieces, was finally able to push away the scabbard and escape.His appearance was extremely miserable, his compound eyes were squeezed crookedly toward his nose, half of his antennae were broken, and he looked like a tattered one that was barely put together.However, the recovery power of the septic blood is amazing after all, and when he landed beside Fu Tiantang, his body had already returned to its original shape.

The six ugly cripples said to Mr. Butterfly: "The cripples are disabled, singled out is okay, but in group fights, I can't stand it. Let me deal with the bone flute, and leave the rest to you, how about it?"

Mr. Butterfly cut the butterfly with his hand: "It's really easy to pick. The soft persimmons belong to you, and the thorny heads are all pushed to me. If it's not for A Yuezai's face, Bendie will do the math with you today." Picking the light and shying away from the heavy—but useless, did you miss out on the two of you?"

The Six Ugly Wastes said: "It's too much effort to be the father-in-law of the Heavenly Soldiers, let them talk about it themselves."

"Great!" Lord Butterfly praised, and hooked his fingers towards Futiantang and Master Guizuo far away.Futiantang folded his fan together, and let out a "hum", behind him, the blood-destroyed army of strange evil swarmed up.

Insects in that room confronted insects, beauties in this room faced strange people, all of a sudden the insects chirped and flutes flew together, and the blood and flowers shared the same color.In the chaos, Lian Wuxia and Yijian Fengchan looked at each other and then looked away, silently bent down to stroke Qingya's smooth and slightly cool fur like snow satin.The bright red long eyelashes drooped slightly, then lifted slightly, and then drooped again. Such a gentle and timid posture reminded Yijian Fengchan of the phoenix-tailed butterflies flying among the long grass in Bingfengling in midsummer.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to cover his eyes and feel the itchy sensation when the eyelashes brushed against his palm.Thinking of this, he unconsciously moved his footsteps.Lian Changsheng didn't want to come over, so he went over quickly: "Lian Changsheng, my wine..."

He wanted to say, I've run out of wine long ago, and this time you made such a big mess, how many jars of wine are you going to pay me for your crime?However, he only started talking, and then he heard two sinister palm winds coming from the back of his head, and the words that should have been spoken were cut off so simply.

Feng Chan with One Sword: ...

If one were to find an explanation for the word "furious", then his current appearance really couldn't be more vivid. "My Bingfeng Ridge, it's really lively today!" He gritted his teeth and slashed his sword.With a knife on the head of the word Nu, the power of the sword under the blessing of anger multiplied like a sword, and the howling sword energy buzzed loudly, smashing the two phantoms who were sneaking back for a few feet. Far.

Lian Wuxia took a closer look, but there were two attackers.Dressed in white clothes, soap clothes, crown and robes, he is as sinister and sinister as the black and white impermanent ghosts separated on the left and right of the statue of the City God, only missing two long tongues.

The breath is dead, not like a stranger, but like a puppet.The number of ways is strange, but it should not be the opponent of Yijian Fengchan.

Lian Wuxia lowered her head again, combing Qingya's hair with her fingers intently.It's just that Qingya suffered so much, and the owner felt comfortable tidying up the hair on his neck at first, but after a long time, he felt that the whole piece of skin was going numb.If the one who deserved such treatment was replaced by the well-known Central Plains beast Fire Dragon Qi, the guy who lacked awareness of animal protection would have been pushed off his back with a single hoof.But Qingya has always been docile and docile, so she definitely can't do such a violent and uneducated action, so she can only wait patiently for her master to recover, so that she can let go of her poor neck hair sooner.

Lian Wuxia seemed to have left the battle situation, but Gu Xiao's mind never let go of anyone present.She originally came here to kill Yijian Fengchan, and her words to provoke Lian Changsheng to provoke Yijian Fengchan were just a prelude. Her ecstasy flute was the catalyst. Just sending Xiaoyin secretly from afar to manipulate Yijian Fengchan's mind would be enough to kill him. The farce-like fight between him and Lian Changsheng intensified into an endless battle to the death.To be on the safe side, she also transferred to Deng Jiuwu the two ghost envoys Feiying and Youquan in front of the opponent's seat as surprise soldiers, and Dongfang Ding stood beside him, which was enough to make Fengchan with one sword dead or alive.As for Lian Changsheng, who is an important pawn in this battle, if she is kept alive, once she finds out the truth afterwards, she will definitely not die with Gu Xiao, and naturally she must be eliminated.The only concern is that the sect behind Lian Changsheng is really too terrifying. Although Pingshan practiced Emei and disappeared in the Jianghu and became a legend earlier, but the inhuman strength that rose from Pingshan, Gu Xiao didn't want to learn at all .Fortunately, from the beginning to the end, all the attackers came from the forces of Prajna Sea. Even if Lian Emei wanted to investigate, she couldn't find her head.

But Gu Xiao has thousands of calculations, and he can't count the current situation.When did human evil become enmity with septic evil?Why did Mr. Butterfly come here?To even walk with the six ugly cripples?Most importantly, why did her sound killing technique, which was so omnipotent on others, have no effect on the six ugly cripples?

Gu Xiao has made waves in the arena for many years, relying on this superb sound killing technique, once the latter fails, her martial arts are not much better than ordinary second-rate masters.What's more, at this moment, her opponent is not only second-rate, but also a super-first-rate warrior, even...

She tried her best to distance herself from the six ugly cripples, and glanced at Lian Wuxia who seemed to be in a trance from the corner of her eye.

Even, more than one.

With this thought in mind, she already had the intention to retreat.

As if aware of her changing mood, Lian Wuxia's hand stroking Qingya froze for a moment, then glanced at her lightly, without anger or resentment in the depths of his eyes, but he saw a clear and clear voice: "My promise is still valid."

Gu Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled sweetly: "Being designed to such a degree can still ignore the past, and the Taoist priest is high-spirited and upright, which really makes me fall in love. But, I am such a filthy person, it is better not to defile the fairy family It's the lintel." After saying that, he wanted to run away.The Six Ugly Dispossesses were about to intercept them, when they saw a blazing and domineering saber light flying from the mountains in the distance, obstructing the figures of several people.This moment of stagnation, not to mention the bone flute and the two ghost envoys, even the septic and evil party took advantage of the chaos and ran away.

The six ugly cripples glanced at Yijian Feng Chan's livid and purple face, and said, "The two people who attacked just now are the two ghost envoys under Lord Deng's seat. Judging from the fight just now, I'm afraid they are not living people, but A puppet manipulated by magic."

"Oh?" Mr. Butterfly raised his bright golden brows.

The six ugly cripples added calmly: "According to the experience of the cripples, where these puppets appear, the manipulators usually cannot stay five miles away."

Mr. Butterfly was about to say something at first, but he immediately understood after seeing the six ugly wretch's pointed eyes: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go after it! That damned Deng Jiuwu made my A Yuezai a golden man If it’s been so long, I’ll change my name to Gongsun Die if this account is not counted!”

Just as he was chattering endlessly, the ugly and treacherous figure of the Six Ugly Dispossesses had disappeared. Seeing this, Mr. Butterfly winked at Yijian Fengchan a few times, and then walked away eloquently.In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds dispersed, and there were only two people left in the field, Lian Wuxia and Yijian Fengchan facing each other, both of them were silent.

Later, when Yijian Fengchan recalled the scene at this time, he couldn't help sighing to Jianxue who was cooking tea at the side: "It's so embarrassing as a mystery."

Jian Xue glanced at him indifferently, and said: "Emotional intelligence problem."

The author has something to say: Thank you Na Zhiyao and Canshang Yangli for the Bawangpiao, I love you~~

That, the update was made up a day late, the author is really ashamed.But this time there is a reason for the delay, it's really because... Yesterday the author Jun had a brainstorm while walking, and matched Jianxue's previous life, Jiupan Shenzi, with an admirer.Then it affects the whole body... I changed the saved draft for a long time, dragging away the inspiration for the update

The name of Jiupan God's son is Jiupantu, and the new character is Yeroumi. It is the author's selfishness that the flowers are in full bloom.Don't say anything, save the snippet——

Changsheng: What kind of demon is Jiupan God Son?

The colorful dancing sleeves froze into a silent sunset, and the woman answered after a long while: The man closest to the gods.

The woman narrowed Youmei's eyes, as if she was trying to remember and confirm something: the seal of Yerou on my forehead was carved by him himself.