Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

There is no room for rejection.

Feng Changhuan still has spare strength to fight, but if he wants to exert his full strength, he has to damage his own foundation, which is obviously impossible.

Yu Fuchen knew this very well, and was forced to accept Di Tianyao's unfair conditions, gripped the Luan Saber tightly, and faced the shooting star.

In terms of body size, both the Meteor Sword and Meteor himself are extraordinarily huge, and they are a bit cumbersome to move, so it can be said that they do not have any advantages except for brute force.

Recalling the previous battle experience, Yu Fuchen won either by being fast or by a brute force. It can be said that it is no different from the current Meteor. Two fierce bulls are fighting together, and they can't wait for the first to break their horns...

"Think about me and you in the past..."

Just after he uttered a few words, Feng Changhuan was forced to lean back by Di Tianyao's neck, and he groaned in pain due to his injuries, but he endured the pain and insisted on saying the next words.

"Think about how I did it when I sparred with you in the past!"

Yu Fuchen closed his eyes and recalled the details of the previous battles with him, the fight in Yuelao Temple was still fresh in his memory.

At first, he didn't intend to fight Feng Changhuan, but that person took the lead, forcing him to face up to the exchange, and then...

dodge!

That's right, dodge!

That person knew that he was no match for his spiritual power and his body skills were no match for him, so he seldom fought him head-on, most of the time he dodged his moves and looked for opportunities to get behind him.

Feng Changhuan's lightness skill is no match for Yu Fuchen, so he has no chance of hitting with a single blow, but if the opponent is a shooting star...

Yu Fuchen opened his eyes, and looked at Meteor, who had torn off the obstructing clothes in front of him, revealing a strong body that was eager to try.

"Have you ever wondered why other colleagues are all slender yet powerful and beautiful, but you are the only one who has been transformed into the five big and three rough virtues?"

Meteor was startled when he heard his words, first staring at Yu Fuchen in a trance, thinking about this question carefully, and then looking thoughtfully at Di Tianyao, hoping that the master could give him an explanation.

"Would you like to be taught a lesson if you shake the morale of the army before the battle?"

After intimidating the meteor, Di Tianyao didn't forget to make Feng Changhuan groan in pain to threaten Yu Fuchen.

"You too, don't think about playing any tricks, see who the situation is against."

These words sounded like a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry, Yu Fuchen waved his hands with a sneer, holding the Luan Dao in both hands, and nodded towards Meteor.

"Then please be merciful."

"Each each other."

As soon as the words fell, the two men shot at the same time, and the moment the swords intersected, a deafening ethereal sound resounded through the sky.

Meteor's moves are very powerful, every time he strikes the sword, he crushes Yu Fuchen with mighty power. In front of such an energetic sword spirit, Yu Fuchen falls behind within a few rounds.

On the one hand, he wanted to fight Meteor, and on the other hand, he had to be distracted to watch Feng Changhuan's situation, in order to prevent Di Tianyao from doing whatever he could to win. It was indeed difficult to fight Meteor's strong attack, and the battle had to end as soon as possible.

Yu Fuchen closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the sword when the meteor attacked. He felt the sound of the wind approaching in his ears and at the same time stepped out sideways, making a misleading dodge.

Sure enough, Meteor immediately turned his sword to try to seize the opportunity after being fooled, but Yu Fuchen did the opposite and rose against the light of his sword, stepping on the tip of Meteor's sword, using his strength to somersault and jump to behind him.

At this time, it was too late for Meteor to turn around, Yu Fuchen grabbed the back of his neck, and at the same time Luan Saber was pressed against his back, just as if he was holding a hostage, facing Di Tianyao, his aura was not weak.

"Does this match count as my victory?"

Di Tianyao snorted coldly: "In the battle of life and death, if you don't see blood and don't lose your life, how can you tell the winner?"

Hearing this meant ordering a fight to the death, Meteor suddenly shook his body like a wild beast, trying to get rid of Yu Fuchen who was restraining him.

The latter didn't want to hurt his life, but remembering his qualities as a sword spirit, and looked at the cracks on the golden barrier, he immediately made a decision, raised his leg and hit Meteor's lower back violently, causing him to slump in severe pain. He bent down, revealing his carefully guarded chest.

Yu Fuchen beat him back into the shape of a sword, took the heart of his sword, and then inserted the Meteor Sword in the place where Tai'a stood, strengthening the barrier and preventing the evil spirits from invading.

After all, Meteor is a sword spirit, and is known for its brute force. It is not easy for Yu Fuchen to defeat him. The only thing he is lucky is that he did not suffer from the injury of being hindered in the battle with him, otherwise he really does not know how to deal with it in the future Di Tianyao.

Meteor's defeat didn't make Di Tianyao angry, on the contrary, it seemed to be within his expectation.

With a push, he returned Feng Changhuan to Yu Fuchen's arms, caressing the Yingshen sword case, his eyes were full of love and pity.

"In the end, we still can't count on a group of unbelievers..."

Di Tianyao personally fought to subdue the two disobedient Xiong sons, and it was a bit funny to say that.

"Chang Huan, is it alright?"

"I'm fine, but there are two unreal swords in Emperor Zun's hands. They are the substitutes that Cang Tianhe forged to replace the lost Fenghuang Swords. Before that, I only heard their names but did not see the sword spirit. I'm afraid... "

After hearing Feng Changhuan's words, Di Tianyao looked at him more approvingly.

"It seems that you still care about the lonely emperor after leaving Jiuchongtian. In this case, why don't you seize the last chance?"

Yu Fuchen politely declined his kindness, "Old man, just save yourself, if you have the perseverance, you can knock on Fengdu's door every day to apologize to Yu Tianyin, and you won't be able to fall into this situation."

He pointed his knife at Di Tianyao, and smiled provocatively, "Let's do it, let me see how much the person who has been called Dad for a few years weighs."

The mouth is very powerful, and it is impossible to say that there is no panic.

Seeing that all the people fighting in the cultivation world retreated into the snow-mist city, they were relieved of their worries, Yu Fuchen pointed to the divine sword box with the tip of his knife.

Di Tianyao also considered to give him face, and slowly pulled out a black long sword made of black iron from the sword case, with evil spirits all over his body, it was the one he had suffered from a serious cold and Changhuan when he was in Tianyu Mountain.

The man who had suffered so much immediately grabbed Yu Fuchen's hand and pulled him back without a trace.

"You have to be careful, that sword is very evil, it is more terrifying than a poisonous hidden weapon. I was injured by it just now, and I still feel weak all over. I am afraid it is a fraud."

"Don't worry, I have my own measure."

Helped Feng Changhuan to sit down, and wanted to call Ming Siqian to come and take care of him, but the latter had just been slapped by Di Tianyao, and now he fell unconscious on the ground, the situation couldn't be worse .

Yu Fuchen sighed and shook his head again.

"I do have complaints against you, but I don't completely deny your point of view. Who would want to be forced to sneak into the Nine Nethers and live in the darkness and fear all day long if you can live in the supreme place where the light shines? Abandon father and son Leaving aside his identity and personal grievances, I am now a humble survivor just like you, so, sorry, I want to live and live with him."

After finishing speaking, he made a move first, and Luan Dao went straight to Di Tianyao.

Facing such rebellious twins, Di Tianyao closed his eyes helplessly and shook his head.

When he raised his eyes again, his expression had become ruthless, his different pupils shone strangely, and his golden robe wearing radiance suddenly turned into black, which matched the black sword in his hand very well. Before it touched him, the eerie aura formed by the black mist bounced him out.

The force was so great that Yu Fuchen pressed down on the ground with one hand and slid back dozens of feet before he stabilized his footsteps.

Injured by the ghost energy, he faintly felt that the hand holding the knife gradually lost strength, trembling and no longer being able to hold the handle of the knife, and the severe pain stimulated his wrist, causing him to drop the Luan knife uncontrollably.

Looking at the palm again, a strange black air has been bruised.

"What the hell is that..."

The rising wind blew Di Tianyao's long silver-white hair into disorder, and the strands of hair danced wildly to block his golden pupils, leaving only one bloody pupil shining in the darkness.

Yu Fuchen suddenly remembered that Ying Yougu once mentioned to him that Di Tianyao was able to ascend to the sky by occupying the Yutian Seal's ability, maybe this person is actually from...

"The ghost domain under the Nine Nether Blood Seas is too cold... I just want to stay in the human world, I just want to stay in the human world..."

A line of tears of blood flowed down Di Tianyao's ghost pupils.

For a moment, his sadness infected the people around him, Yu Fuchen felt his eyes moist, but he didn't know why he was mourning.

But soon, the wavering was fleeting, and Di Tianyao showed a bloodthirsty and merciless smile. With the blood and tears on his cheeks stained with his fingertips, he brought them to his lips, licking the sweet and bitter taste.

"Chengying is the sacred artifact brought by the lonely emperor from Jiuyou, just by you? An ignorant brat who wants to challenge the majesty of the lonely emperor?"

The severe pain in the palm was really unbearable, just when Yu Fuchen was confused about what to do next, Feng Changhuan suddenly took his hand, brought it to his lips, and sucked out for him the poison that would invade the whole body along the blood flow .

He sucked the poisonous blood one mouthful at a time, completely ignoring that his own lips were also stained black, Yu Fuchen stroked his face trying to stop him, but it was difficult to express because the poison had entered his body.

Feng Changhuan didn't hug him until the spit out blood returned to normal color, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I am the puppet of Yutianyin, Jiuyou's insidiousness can't hurt me, but you , don’t forget that you still have a sharp weapon enough to win.”

"I……"

Feng Changhuan still wanted to kiss him, but thinking of the lingering poison in his mouth, he smiled and gave up.

"Remember what I said, I will not harm you."

Yu Fuchen nodded, shook his numb right hand, and grasped Luan Dao again, this time without any hesitation, he went straight to Di Tianyao's heart.

Di Tianyao, who held the Yingying Sword in his hand, seemed to be a different person. His already dark heart was completely occupied by demonic nature. If there was still a trace of indebtedness and guilt towards his son before, he would completely abandon it at this moment, and only wanted to get rid of it on the road. stumbling block.

As soon as Cheng Ying came out, the already gloomy dark clouds seemed to be lower, giving people a sense of oppression that was hard to breathe.

During the fight, Yu Fuchen discovered that the Chengying Sword seemed to be integrated with Di Tianyao, and the ghost energy wrapped around him from the sword body. consciousness.

Faintly feeling something was wrong, Yu Fuchen shrank his hands back, Di Tianyao attacked and pursued fiercely, and a sword light swept out, forcing him to bend his waist to avoid it.

Noticing the changes in the outside world, Yu Fuchen discovered that Di Tianyao's sword light had killed the evil ghosts who were staring at him outside the barrier, cutting off their huge bodies, and the outside world was also bloody.

He immediately thought of using Di Tianyao to get rid of the evil ghosts in the bitter prison, and guide the latter to shoot the sword light out of the barrier while avoiding the attack. This method is indeed simple and effective, but for Yu Fuchen, it is desperate and dangerous. The next time he came down, he also failed. He was hit hard on the head, and a line of blood flowed down his forehead.

Feng Changhuan watched anxiously, clenched his hands, waiting for the best time to intervene.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the right hand that had turned into white bones, knowing that he was powerless to fight against Di Tianyao, otherwise he would become a drag, and he had to wait... until the spiritual power in his body reunited before he could kill Di Tianyao in one fell swoop. The back road!

"Hold on, hold on just a little longer..."

After all, the Yu Fuchen at this time is not the Chang Tianjun back then, and what he possesses is only the essence of the spiritual fetus. How can he be against the Di Tianyao who has practiced for many years and has experienced many battles?

If he insists on using the tyrannical spiritual power in his body, that powerful force will only tear his body apart, but if he persists like this, sooner or later he will lose due to exhaustion of physical strength.

While struggling, Yu Fuchen used the Luan Saber to block Di Tianyao's attacking sword shadow, and looked at Feng Changhuan with a trace of hesitation.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with many emotions, but Feng Changhuan could only see tenderness from them.

"No! Don't do that! There is still a way, believe me, there is still a way!!"

"I'm sorry, maybe I lost this bet and I can't protect you, so I'll go down to the spring to find the way for you, okay?"

Feng Changhuan rushed towards Yu Fuchen who had already made a decision, in order to prevent his stupid idea of ​​dying with others.

But in the middle of the run, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the direction Yu Fuchen turned his back to, staring at the approaching flames, with a look of joy in his eyes.

"It's him!"

At the same time as the words came out, the Luan knife, which couldn't bear Di Tianyao's powerful force, shattered the blade with a crisp sound.

Sensing Feng Changhuan's reaction, Yu Fuchen narrowly dodged the sword that could split him in two, dragged his wounded body and rolled aside, rubbed the blood off his face indiscriminately, and stared at him slowly turning around. Di Tianyao turned around.

"act recklessly……"

With a gloomy voice, Di Tianyao raised Chengying high and swung his sword down.

Yu Fuchen gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and instinctively turned his head away, but he didn't receive a fatal blow.

A cynical voice sounded behind him, with a little haziness and laziness of waking up from a big dream.

"A swordsman is for protecting people, not killing people. Emperor Zun, you have misunderstood the true meaning of sword tactics from the very beginning, so you are not worthy to control a sword."

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A tragedy caused by an obscene book, fighting monsters all the way to get promoted and get rich, scheming and scheming, plotting against each other, falling in love and killing each other.

As we all know, Shaoqing of Dali Temple is a high-risk occupation.

There is an emperor and empress dowager, there is a civil and military dual face in the front, and there is a powerful King Jin on the back, it is difficult.

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Jun Ziyou was imprisoned by Prince Jin Xiao Beicheng because he wrote a third-rate storybook, with a knife on his neck. To save his life, he had to become a guest of King Jin's mansion.

Xiao Beicheng tried his best to promote people to high positions, in order to have power over the world in the future, and peace and prosperity, he never imagined that he would raise a deadly enemy for himself.Since then, the ruling and opposition parties have not had a peaceful day.

King Jin wrote: "The minister found obscene reading materials from Shaoqing's room last night. As an official of the court, it is a misconduct."

The emperor: "Last night? In the room? What did you do behind my back? I doubt that your virtue has gone anywhere!"

King Jin Qizuo: "The Shaoqing of Dali Temple speaks out all day long and does not do his job properly. I implore Your Majesty to take back the official seal of Shaoqing and demote him to the rank of a commoner."

Prime Minister: "My lord, you pulled Jun Shaoqing out with one hand, didn't you slap yourself in the face?"

King Jin said: "..."

General: "My lord, you are so cruel..."

Finally one day, Junziyou couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped Xiao Beicheng severely in front of civil and military officials, "Snakes and rats are a nest, don't pretend to be arrogant, neither of us is a good bird!"

Xiao Beicheng cupped his hands and smiled at the stunned people, "I'm sorry, it's not that this king is not good enough, it's that Master Shaoqing doesn't know how to do it."