After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

The sharp light of the sword's edge flashed across the eyes.

In the confusion of Feiye, Jiang Yufeng felt that the whimpering wind in his ears was like the whisper of death.

Everything happened so fast in a split second.

He heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood, which was especially clear in this weird atmosphere.

Under the darkness, the quasi-horrified gaze and Qiao He's unbelievable shout flooded into his mind like a flood.

The overwhelming wind and thunder fell down, and Jiang Yufeng felt as if the blood in his body was solidified at this moment.

"Song Bihui!!" He heard his own hoarse and tearing voice.

Qiao He's inviolable coercion, as thick and inviolable as mountains and seas, overwhelmed him, almost pushing Fu Ming to his knees.

But now the man pressed Song Bihui's shoulder with a sinister smile on his face, and the sword body had already pierced the man's chest.

Jiang Yufeng felt that the strings in his brain were suddenly broken.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he only felt the flow of Qi and blood reversed for a while, and then he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"It's really affectionate, Immortal Tianheng." Fuming approached Song Bihui's ear coldly, blood slowly dripping down the bright silver sword to the ground, "I said before, don't try to get That person's heart, he has already treated you like this, and you are still rushing to protect him, after so many years, you still don't have a long memory."

He said in a low voice, just as he was about to draw out the sword, Song Bihui in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the sword body tightly.

The blade cut his palm, but his eyes were extremely cold, and he took a step forward as if he didn't feel pain.

The long sword pierced through his body fiercely, but the magic circle under his feet rose from the ground in an instant like thorns, enclosing the two of them.

"Song Bihui!" Jiang Yufeng understood Song Bihui's meaning almost instantly. He wiped away the blood from his mouth and raised his hand to stop it, but he didn't expect the spell to hit the magic circle, but he couldn't spoil it in the slightest.

His life and spiritual power are about to be lost.

Under such circumstances, an extreme sense of powerlessness spread from the head and heart.

"This is my dream walk." Song Bihui reached out and grabbed Fu Ming, who was panicked and let go of the hilt of his sword in front of him, trying to escape, and pressed him hard against the wall of the magic circle. The louder cracking sound, "Are you wishful thinking, wanting to get out of your body?"

"Then, how?" Fu Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"I'm dreaming..." At that moment, Qiao Xuan raised her head in panic and looked at the falling flames from the sky, feeling like she was going crazy.

He murmured in disbelief, but when he lowered his head, he saw the sword sinking into Song Bihui's body dripping blood, and his body trembled almost unconsciously.

He never thought that he would face such a situation where his life was hanging by a thread.

He never thought that Song Bihui would suddenly stand in front of the simulacrum and take the sword for it.

He knew that almost everyone present could not have imagined that he would come to this point.

The life of Mengxing on the top of the tower and Song Bihui is intertwined. If something happens to Song Bihui, Mengxing will naturally collapse completely. At that time, whether it is the gate of life or the gate of death, no one can say for sure.

Now that Song Bihui and Jiang Yufeng are almost at the limit, Qiao He still needs to use his own strength to temporarily support this dream trip, and the situation has reached an extremely critical moment.

He took a step back subconsciously, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw Fu Ming's gloomy eyes in the magic circle glanced at him.

For a moment, Qiao Xuan felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured directly onto the soles of her feet, and her body froze immediately.

"You can't kill me." Fuming pushed Song Bihui's shoulder, and laughed sinisterly, "But you will all die."

……

In the misty clouds and mist, the osmanthus shadows swayed layer upon layer. Huai Ling had just waved his sleeves and sat down when he heard a distraught voice behind him.

"You still have the mind to sit here!?" The draft suddenly blew away a piece of cloud and mist, just like the tide washing away the fine sand, pushing away a piece of Qingming.

The faint sound of a dragon roaring from far to near, "I haven't seen the Lord of Heaven for almost a thousand years, and if I don't come back, you will all be able to weed my grave!"

"I can't do anything about it." Huai Ling picked up the porcelain cup on the table and looked up at the person in front of him.

This person is exactly the golden dragon who practiced in Tianchi under Tianjun's foot.

It is also one of the alien beasts in charge of it.

But now he has already cultivated a human form, and usually guards the hall for Tianjun, so people in the fairy world will always jokingly call him the eldest prince.

Since Yuduo Tianjun's accident, all the evil beasts and calamity beasts have been suppressed, and the auspicious beasts have descended to the mortal world, so there are very few living things in the Tianjun Palace.

So much has changed in 1000 years.

"This is their last catastrophe. If I break it without authorization, not only may they suffer more samsara, but it may also mess up the number of days. What irreversible things will happen at that time, you You should know it too." Immortal Master Huai Ling stretched out his hand and asked the Jin Lin to sit down.

"Then when did you discover Tianjun and Shangxian?" Jin Lin casually pushed his hair back, looking rebellious.

"Before, I only realized that Yufeng and Bihui had a celestial relationship, and I never thought that they would be the Heavenly King and Shangming Shangxian who have gone down to earth." Huai Ling sighed, "It's no wonder..."

"Don't be surprised!" This Jinlin has never been a calm master, as soon as his buttocks touched the stone bench, he bounced up again, "The person you found with great difficulty, don't let them run away again."

He looked impatient, and hurriedly said, "If you don't go, then I will go."

"Come back." It's a pity that Immortal Master Huai Ling saw through the man's mind at a glance, and looked over with a half-smile, "Who allowed you to descend to the mortal world? Want to sneak?"

"Uh……"