The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 42 If my wife doesn't come out again, Miss Ben might have to climb the wall

It was cold, and when the night was deep, the silent frost fell and wet the clothes.

In the dark forest, in the lonely wilderness, in the wrong eyes, there is a touch of delicate red, holding a flying sword, and the sharpness is directed at the person in front of him.

You know, in order to play this wave of handsome, Nan Sixian even took the risk of protecting the sword demon!

As a result, she hadn't had time to show her amazing demeanor of leapfrog abuse.

Just by this damn bastard, he frightened everyone away with a single sword, and deprived him of all the sweetness that should belong to him.

Except for those brainless robbers and bandits on the road, this is, it can be said that she has practiced for so long, the first battle when she first came out of the rivers and lakes!

How could this not make her angry?

"Please, your size! Who told you to make a move! Who told you to make a move!"

Nan Sixian had a pretty face, her eyes were fixed on Shang Qinghan, and her roar was like a young animal whose heart had been robbed.

Immature and delicate, but imitating the parents' appearance, baring their teeth and claws, showing madness.

so cute...

Swish.

Calmly, he shook away the jade fracture fan called Liuying, covering half of his face that exposed his emotions.

Shang Qinghan turned to the side, staring at the full moon hidden in the darkness with green eyes, and said in a flat tone: "One against three? I didn't know that the thorns of this gorgeous flower hurt people? "

Well, Nan Sixian's cultivation is now at the late stage of Jindan, if you count Fuxiqin and Mingyi Sword Art, and against the three early Yuanying, maybe it can really work?

However, judging from their tone, Huisheng Chonghua is also an old school, right?

Who knows if there are any magic weapons and secret tricks, she has always been so careless, what if she accidentally gets hurt...

No no no.

It's not a good thing to overprotect her. In this road of sword cultivation, no battle means no future!

I... have to be more careful.

This side is still reviewing his own mistakes, but Nan Sixian's veins are already bulging, and he can't help cutting people with his sword.

No, it should be said that she is indeed killing people.

"Tell me to put away your strange address! You are Yanhua, and your whole family is Yanhua!"

Only one person endured loneliness and practiced hard for ten years, and barely completed the task issued by the system, and his cultivation base skyrocketed to the late stage of Golden Core.

Nan Sixian originally thought that after she came out, she would have to play with that dead ice cube to replenish the missing Ji Xue's energy.

Unexpectedly, that guy also ran to realize the sword by himself, and Senior Sister Lu Yao also closed himself to death for some breakthrough.

In the entire Nine Heavens Summit, only her demented master and this hateful woman who came out of nowhere were left.

Don't look at this person, at first glance he looks like a cold and proud master, and his appearance is also a stunning beauty.

But in fact, he is a stinky hooligan!

He would sniff her body at every turn, touch his little hands, rub his face, and scratch his waist if he didn't pay attention.

Of course, Nan Sixian and her are actually taking advantage of each other in these small actions, although there is already a wife who is recognized as Ji Xue, it seems that it shouldn't be like this...

And what really made her unable to bear it was Shang Qinghan's address to herself!

Flowers!Show off your sister's flowers!

A dignified, peerless beauty who is a genius in the sky, you just give me a poor name like a village girl?

Regarding this point, when the two came from the top of the nine heavens, she also argued with justice and reason, but due to the huge gap in strength, she could only swallow the bitterness by herself in the end.

But now.

The bastard Shang Qinghan actually snatched away her opponent first, and then ruined his image in front of the beauty she saved.

Uncle can bear it, and aunt can't bear it either!

Thus, all the aggrieved Wohuo all the way bloomed at this moment.

In the darkness of the moonlight, red light can be seen dancing lotus flowers under the Nan Si Xianjian, like red threads tightly wrapped in the boundless darkness, weaving pieces of delicate beauty and blooming.

Soft, soft and waxy, light without a trace of sharpness.

Using an uncontrollable viscous dullness as the basis of the move, he firmly circled the annoying Shang Qinghan in the center of Huawu.

"Ming Yi Sword Art, Chiba Nine Revolutions."

Nan Sixian flipped his wrist, held up the flying sword in his hand, and swiped lightly with his finger to arouse the long sword.

"One style, early spring Mu Honglian!"

The light and crisp sound echoed the ringing of the bell at the waist, the sword rose and fell, and the ground was covered with flowers.

The endlessly extending sword energy is like a spring breeze passing by, spreading endlessly and lingeringly, but the intention is——

At the same time, he attacked Shang Qinghan's clothes all over his body!

Even if it can't beat you, at least it will make you feel ashamed.

If you want to be ashamed, let's lose together!

However, the shadow of the sword is like a flower, but it always misses the slightest, and the shadow of the emerald green is like the wind, walking through the sea of ​​flowers without being stained.

Even though Nan Sixian's sword of anger has a unique meaning and a series of patterns, facing Shang Qinghan with a calm demeanor, he still can only fail in his moves, and he can't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"The flower dance is so beautiful, it's fascinating to the eyes and kills your life." Shang Qinghan lightly joined Liu Ying, knocked on the palm of his hand, and expressed admiration, "It's a pity..."

A pity.

People, rushing through the shadows, are too fast to blink, and the victory is determined in the blink of an eye.

The white jade fan bone silently touched Nan Sixian's back, frivolously stroked it, and retreated politely.

"... the wind, wandering beyond the nine heavens, does not exist in everything invisible, can't be fascinated, and can't be trapped."

"It's okay to speak human words!"

Anyway, she already knew that she was far inferior to Shang Qinghan, Nan Sixian didn't feel any frustration, she still turned around viciously, and shouted at that stinky hooligan.

However, before the noisy scolding started, the fire had stopped.

Just when she took a step aggressively, she immediately blushed, stopped in her tracks, and put her arms around her chest, as if to stop something from falling.

"Don't be impulsive, just calm down."

A cold voice came from the sound of Liuying's fan opening. The elegant man who was still waving his folding fan had a serious expression on his face, but there was a hint of sarcasm hidden behind it.

"Shang Qinghan, you bastard...!"

Covering the obscene clothes that had been cut and tied with one hand, Nan Sixian gritted his teeth and stared at the serious female hooligan in front of him.

The crimson anger almost jumped out of the eye sockets.

But she could only follow the other party's wishes honestly, put away her fighting spirit, carefully manipulated her spiritual power, and replaced the obscene clothes in the Qiankun ring with the one that couldn't hang on her body.

At this time, Liu Wuyan, who was completely confused, reacted in a daze, and hurriedly grabbed the corner of Shang Qinghan who was watching Nan Sixian's change of clothes with great interest.

"senior!"

Kneeling on the ground, tears of blood filled with hatred flowed from his eyes, Liu Wuyan begged hoarsely to Shang Qinghan.

"Please, I beg you to avenge my brother, at any price! Be sure to kill those bastards!"

As soon as the words fell, I could no longer bear the pain of losing a loved one.

The sound of weeping is the sorrow that hurts the heart, and the sound of tears and blood is the wound engraved in the soul.

The past days when Liu Wuyan and her elder brother lived together are vivid in her mind, every bit of sweetness has become a heart-biting poison, making the beauty's face hideous and her lips bitten.

Looking at this scene, even the cruelest person will tremble, right?

Apart from----

she was.

"Withdraw."

Biting ruthlessness overflowed from the mouth of Shang Qinghan, who was showing displeasure.

The cold gaze, as sharp as a sword, swept towards Liu Wuyan lightly, and the moment the gaze met, the boundless killing intent made her subconsciously let go of the hem of her clothes that was tightly held in her hand.

How could this be? !He obviously tried to save her, but...

"Yes... it was Wuyan who offended her, but please, senior, make a move. If there is a request in the future, Liu Wuyan will do everything in return!"

After a moment of distraction, he slammed his head hard on the ground again, blood spattering.

If this opportunity is lost, it will be difficult for her to save her life even if she is alone. The hatred of her brother cannot be tolerated and cannot be let go!

"I, if you want it, why should you give it?"

Without a trace of sympathy, arrogant and arrogant to the extreme.

It seems that there is nothing in the world that she cannot get, and it seems that no one in the world can grasp the treasure that she cannot get.

However, he looked directly at the pair of emerald eyes.

The endless and deep sword light made Liu Wuyan agree with her words from the bottom of her heart, which chilled her heart.

She was right.

Everyone knows that as a suspect of the sword demon, everyone in the world can punish him, so why should he write such a blank check?

Be a little self-aware... what else do you have to covet?

Laugh, laugh wildly.

The laughter at this time is ridiculing himself, obviously he has nothing, but he still hopes that everything is a cruel dream.

Time to wake up.

With dim eyes but full of determination, Liu Wuyan bit her lips tightly, and tore up the only pieces of white cloth left on her body with both hands: "Wuyan has nothing left, but this body should still be somewhat confident. "

"The best double-benefit furnace physique, the body of pure yin has not been humanized, and the yin element still exists. It is not worse than the girl in red, right?"

Looking at the two getting along, this eccentric senior swordsman obviously prefers women.

Then, this last weapon she possessed might be useful!

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, the entire forest was shrouded in an extremely terrifying coercion.

Ye Feng, who was originally free and easy, turned into countless sword lights in an instant, pointing directly at Liu Wuyan overwhelmingly.

"Compared to her, you are worthy."

It was the same cold voice, and the same frosty face, but under the reflection of the pair of emerald eyes shining with anger, it looked extremely frightening.

Shang Qinghan closed the folding fan vigorously, and the trembling sound resounded all over the field.

At this moment, Wan Dao's different Night Breeze Blade roared with the same endless heart fire, devouring soul and life.

The cold blade pierced through the body.

The moment before Liu Wuyan lost consciousness, he saw a crimson shadow, as if repeating the past hundreds of years ago, standing up to cover himself, warm enough to make people feel guilty.

Blood burst out.

Shang Qinghan held a blood-stained emerald wind blade on Nan Sixian's throat with his bare hands, and there was a bit of fear in his calm eyes.

"...You know, if you block me, you will die."

Do you know...almost... almost too late to save you...

idiot.

For some reason, seeing her bleeding for him, looking at her eyes that he didn't understand at all, and inexplicably overlapping her with Ji Xue in his heart, Nan Sixian unconsciously felt a trace of guilt.

However, his mouth still did not back down.

"This girl is obviously very pitiful! It's fine if you don't help, why do you want to kill someone! If you touch her again, I will fight you hard!"

For her, you want to fight me hard?

Just for that shameless woman...?

Nan Sixian!

Slightly squinting his eyes, Shang Qinghan suddenly felt a sour feeling of wanting to kill in his chest.

The cold wind wrapped around the fingertips suddenly roared frighteningly!

"Oh? Are you serious?"

Angry? !Is this guy, who has never been emotionally affected by what he did all the way, actually angry?

Although she always bickers with each other verbally, she still knows Shang Qinghan's tenderness and pampering to her.

It shouldn't be like this...

Nan Sixian looked at her pair of green pupils that were getting colder and colder, and finally trembled all over her body, lowered her head and said obediently, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I just wanted to save people..."

The sweet and soft voice is undoubtedly the strongest magic weapon.

It was just a specious begging for mercy in a low voice, and the roaring Night Breeze suddenly returned to gentle silence.

Shang Qinghan shook his head helplessly, spread Liuying with a wave of his hand, and walked out elegantly, saying: "This changeable wind... let's go...the road is still long..."

With a sigh, he walked a few steps forward, but he didn't hear footsteps for a long time.

how was it?She has borne it to this point, hasn't Nan Sixian played enough?

Looking back with a bit of temper, Shang Qinghan felt as if he was struck by lightning for a moment, the folding fan in his hand almost fell down, and his heartbeat stopped for a moment.

What is reflected in the eyes is the twisted red shadow, the soft and clear eyes full of hesitation, and the jade-white skin with a few red clouds.

glamorous.

A stunner in the world, at least, is also a stunner to her alone...

Crazy... Crazy...

It turned out that Liu Wuyan's injuries and severe poison were no longer a major problem that Nan Sixian could handle.

And just a few quarrels made people angry, and she couldn't ask for help, and it turned out that she was so helpless that she was about to cry.

"Please... um..."

As soon as the words of seeking were uttered, there was a strong wind blowing against her, and Shang Qinghan's face was already close in front of her eyes. She pressed her jade finger between her lips, and suppressed the subsequent low voice.

The four eyes meet, with the natural fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose.

So beautiful... Shang Qinghan...

The strange feeling of being unexpectedly familiar gave Nan Sixian an almost instant urge to kiss that thin lip and explore the sweetness inside.

But in the end, he still silently recited Ji Xue's name, scattered the evil thoughts, and rubbed them into the endless corners of his heart.

but.

For Shang Qinghan, being able to have this moment of absent-mindedness is already the greatest satisfaction.

Bend down gently.

Shang Qinghan blew on the lovely earbuds with a mouthful of the fragrance that made them turn red, and uttered a sentence in an incomparably serious tone.

"The price has been received, please forgive me. What do you want, you say, I will do it."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

If paralyzed to the most serious extent.

Nan Sixian: What do you want to wear today, this one, wink, this one, wink twice?

(Looking at a cow pajamas, a snow tiger pajamas)

Ji Xue: ...

Nan Sixian: (takes out a piece of sexy underwear) Don't like it?What about this one?I love so much!

Ji Xue: ...【You are going crazy

(Nan Sixian looked at Ji Xue who could only stare blankly at herself, but her nose felt sour, and tears fell silently)

Nan Sixian: I'm the one who hurt you... Woo...

Ji Xue: (Heart hurts, she blinks her eyes to indicate that she should wear this)

Nan Sixian: (throws away the chili oil in his hand) Hehe, that's great!You choose it yourself!

Jixue: 一___一#

***Theatrical end split***

Tail: I unexpectedly wrote very quickly today, and I was able to be on time!Isn't it great!