The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 87 Braised and Steamed

The Shenzhu Peak Sword Club will be on the periphery of this field.

The colorful rainbow light has already woven a spell like a net, covering the sky over the demonic test formation full of evil.

However, the seal that was only one step away from being completely completed has not yet been released.

"Quickly get rid of this host!" Yu Feijing yelled anxiously, shaking the sleeve that Nan Sixian had grabbed, "Everyone inside is almost possessed, if they don't seal it, the consequences will be disastrous!"

It's fine if it's full of small shrimps.

Most of the people in that group were influential figures from the Daomai Qixuan sects.

What is the grand master who has ascended to the immortals, what is the nine-generation Yin elder of the Fenglingjian sect, what is the ruling true monarch of the Cangya Qi sect.

Anyone who is obsessed, Yu Feijing who has to take the blame for the bastard who liberated EMI, will definitely be entangled in an extremely annoying big/trouble.

At this time, how can I care about the life and death of a mere Taoist priest.

Besides, maybe she still has enough panacea on her body, so there is no need to cut off the aura of heaven and earth in the unexpected world.

"You...you think about it again, is there really no other way?"

Still stubbornly entangled Yu Feijing's arm to prevent her from engraving the last talisman.

Nan Sixian still couldn't just leave Qingshuangluo alone like this: "Even if Daoist Shuangluo can't be rescued, it's better to think of some means to ensure her life safety!"

"If you say no, then there will be no! Let go..."

It didn't make sense to say anything to this messy woman, but Yu Feijing didn't dare to do anything to her because of the terrible deterrence.

There is nothing to do.

She had no choice but to raise her hand high, even pulling Nan Sixian to hang in the air so that she had nowhere to use her strength.

Unexpectedly, as the saying goes, the height of the Tao is one foot, and the height of the devil is one foot.

Nan Sixian, who was unstoppable in wit, even hooked her legs around Yu Feijing's waist, clamped them inseparably, and continued to obstruct the movement of the talisman: "If you don't let it go, you just don't let it go."

It has to be said that she was really powerful when she became the body of thunder calamity that day.

With such a pinching of her legs, even Yu Feijing, who is a dragon, was suddenly breathless, almost out of breath.

"Hmm...you need to be gentle...too...too tight...no way..."

Her pretty face was suffocated and turned red like a red fruit falling into water.

The landlord, who was having difficulty breathing, involuntarily stretched out his free left hand and pushed forward, trying to push away the thigh vise that was holding his slender waist.

Snapped.

"It hurts...!!!"

An uncontrollable palm pushes against Nan Sixian's lower abdomen.

The momentum of the surging waves forced her to swing backwards, and she was almost about to be sent flying.

fortunately.

She reacted in a short moment.

The thighs were tense, and the calves suddenly turned into a cross. Not only did they not let go, but they pulled Yu Feijing down a few steps.

at this time.

The two of you pushing me against each other felt that the surrounding temperature dropped dozens of degrees at the same time, but heard a cold and angry scolding in their ears——

"The acquaintance was only half a day, so it is convenient to do such a thing in broad daylight, it is simply... shameless."

It's Jixue!

Feel the hexagonal crystal hitting the tip of the nose.

Nan Sixian, who had long been accustomed to this rhythm, immediately understood that this situation should be due to the arrival of the guy with the background weather.

But what did she mean by such a thing?

Forget it, talk about this later.

Time is running out.

Let Ji Xue save Daoist Shuangluo first!

"Oops... Dead Ice is so kind of you to come, we're in a pinch..."

Not a single sentence was finished.

He was keenly aware that the atmosphere on the scene was even more wrong.

Nan Sixian looked suspiciously at Yu Feijing's face that was about to cry, and then lowered her head before noticing the ambiguous posture of the two of them intertwined.

Hanging in the air and embracing each other, they skillfully crossed their legs and hooked their waists.

A hand also went deep under her skirt and pressed it softly somewhere.

What a scene of the coquettish Hongxing coming out of the wall.

It is death, the death penalty.

Countless scenes of her own execution popped up in her mind, and the second half of her sentence prolonged the ending without tears, and it became lower and lower: "You also hurry up and come together...help...help...me..."

help her?Come too?

Do you want me to join in doing this kind of thing with others in public...

Although I knew that this child had a relatively open personality, I never thought that she would be able to reach this point.

Ugh.

"I'm not interested."

Feeling depressed for a while, Ji Xue bit her lips tightly and wanted to make a move, but she turned around after seeing Nan Sixian's and Yu Feijing's blood-red faces (respectively from being beaten and holding her breath).

"You, you... solve it quickly..."

It's not a good feeling to get half of it. If she likes it, then she can do everything she wants.

But today, is it time to come to eat some ancient seafood after a long absence?

Braised fish?Or steamed fish?

It's better to wait and refer to the taste of Sixian, so big one, if she doesn't like it, it will be boring.

"Ji Xue/Swordsman, stop and don't leave! Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!!!!!!!"

***

The Shenzhu Peak Sword Club is in the center of the thirteenth stage of the Demon Examination Formation.

The dilapidated Dao of the Flood Dragon has disappeared for a long time, and amidst the layers of evil atmosphere and devil breath, only the last trace of frost, whiteness and holiness remains.

Relying on Jian·Canglang Yishi, he is not afraid of group battles, and his opponents only know the characteristics of crazy attacks.

Qingshuangluo, who looked like she was about to fall at any moment, had stubbornly persisted in the siege until now, and even the enchanting sword cultivators who should have gathered around gradually decreased.

Laugh without stopping for a moment.

Obediently marrying someone to do what for Taoist Shuangluo who has ascended to the immortals?What kind of pampering do you enjoy when one person is under one person and above ten thousand people?

Stupid as hell.

One person, one sword lamp, alone can defeat thousands of demons.

This is the demeanor that belongs to her Qingshuangluo.

"Ah……"

With a weak chuckle, the sword light in his eyes is restrained.

Her slender and weak palm, under the reflection of the pure white ice crystal snow sword, was as white as translucent for a moment, but also faintly revealed the horror of ghosts and ghosts.

The snow-like sword light covered the sky with a cracked ice lamp.

The vortex of ice and snow in the sky rose steeply.

The boundless cold air of the ice prison poured back like a surging sea wave, carrying bits of shattered ice that melted from the sword light that came again to break the thousand layers of snow.

boom!

The crystal pale white is hooked by the invisible green ink, spinning and circling endlessly.

The group of escaping demons surrounded Qingshuangluo, and the besieged monks who only knew how to attack retreated back in unison.

because.

If you don't retreat, you may die.

The extremely cold sword intent multiplied and exploded.

The terrifying aura overflowing from that point to point is enough to activate their survival instinct to forcibly surpass the confusion of the illusion.

And the following facts perfectly proved that their reaction was correct.

The moment the ink marks as dark as a pitch-black night dispersed with the gorgeous sword dance, countless ice crystals condensed into a giant dragon roaring proudly under Tian Cheng's brush.

"Roar--"

The dragon chant shook the sky!

The sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out in bursts in the air, like angry waves hitting the shore endlessly.

The blood stained the purple clothes, and the blue hair fluttered.

Qingshuangluo just raised her head quietly and stood surrounded by the giant frost dragon, giving all her strength to this last and most beautiful moment.

"Sword, Canglang. Transformation, Dragon Dance!"

There was a soft chant, thousands of snow fell like a torrential rain, and the majestic dragon also swirled and danced from the air in response to the sound.

Fast, unpredictable to the naked eye, strong, unstoppable by mortals.

The whistling dragon dance centered on the place where the blue frost fell, and in the blink of an eye, it circled layer after layer of beautiful arcs, leaving ice marks in areas that cannot be invaded.

No, that's not an ice mark.

After the powerful impact of You Ruotian Punishment True Dragon, the remaining ice marks bloomed like lotuses at the same time.

Looking around, the sky is full of——

Sword Intent!

The sword intent that freezes the soul!

"Such a gorgeous ending should be enough, right?"

Powerless, Qingshuangluo fell backwards, and in this world with only swords, he watched the enchanted monks falling one after another and murmured softly.

Unexpectedly, the words of comfort she said to herself would receive a cold reply like an auditory hallucination.

"The killing of the enemy is not over, and the sword chant is not over, light talk is enough, hum."

The over-familiar reprimand sounded in his ears, and Qing Shuangluo, who was firmly grasped by the waist, suddenly opened his eyes wide with excitement.

I saw an inexplicable breeze blowing around the ruins, swirling the falling snowflakes into the air.

There is one person in front of him.

Three thousand white hair is better than Xueluo, her jade-like beauty is untainted by mundane filth, and her elegant and super-mortal figure is surrounded by all kinds of snow and ink marks, blurring black and white.

It is still so beautiful that people are fascinated and beautiful.

Almost the same as when Tingfenggu first met her.

All kinds of sweet memories of the past kept coming to my heart, Qing Shuangluo couldn't help but stare at it so obsessively that she couldn't take her eyes off her.

I want to cry.

But I can't cry.

Because if she cries, her figure will become flickering and unclear, as if she is about to disappear, just like when thousands of dreams were shattered.

Also can not wipe.

Because if you want to wipe it with your hands, at that moment, you will feel that she is going to disappear again.

So, that majestic Daoist lord clumsily maintained an excessively funny expression, and the tip of his nose turned red.

Just like when we met at the beginning of the year, that stubborn child who was obviously scared to death, but insisted on refusing to cry in front of others.

It is worrying.

"Sure enough... I haven't made any progress at all."

Sighing silently, the cold and soft fingertips slowly wiped away the tears.

Immediately afterwards, the sword finger that was going to help her fall asleep was grasped by Qing Shuangluo, who was shaking her head with a pale complexion.

"Don't worry." Ji Xue raised the end of her eyes slightly, let her hold her grasped hand, and said lightly: "The seal is done, it won't disappear."

Don't worry, it won't disappear.

There is no emotional fluctuation, and there is no guaranteed word.

Qingshuangluo calmed down for no reason.

She was already exhausted, and at the same time she fell into Ji Xue's arms, she let out a deep muffled voice between her breaths: "En."

The author has something to say: be on time.

The combination of Baidaiyanhua + Thirteenth Demonic Examination is a little special. If the formation is dismantled, it's hard to tell what will happen to the people inside, so Ji Xue thought about it and jumped in to be Qingshuangluo's power bank!

And Master Sixian outside obediently sold it to the landlord, responsible for working hard to restore the EMI beauty that she played off~

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