[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The wind direction in this arena is always changing at any time.

Shi Guanyin, who seems to be at a disadvantage, always sticks to Shigu.

All the 5000 troops that Jamuka brought were lost in the valley.

And he was also captured by Shi Guanyin and hung outside Shigu to demonstrate.

The scorching sun in the desert is more poisonous than the venom of a poisonous snake.

Jamuka was on the verge of death.

A badly injured man without water always dies very quickly.

Even Jamuka, known as the "King of the Desert" in the past, is no exception.

Shi Guanyin sat in front of the hall and gently shook the round fan.

A master like her is invulnerable to cold and heat, but if a person has troubles, he will always appear a little anxious.

Jamuka is no longer to be feared.

But there are still many people in the 36 countries of the Western Regions.

King Kucha's death was tantamount to declaring war on them.

Others will come later.

Although this stone valley is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is only for a while.

Shi Guanyin sighed inwardly, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes: "My appearance!"

"That person must not be found by my concubine."

When Zamuhe was taken into captivity, Shiguli breathed a sigh of relief.

But the country of Kucha on the other side of the desert is not stable.

At the end of the day, a letter was quietly sent to the case of the eldest princess.

The eldest princess is the eldest daughter of King Kucha. Although she is ugly, she is very sensitive in political affairs.

After the King of Kucha is gone, she will handle all the big and small matters.

The letter was sent from the north.

The name of the letter writer is also very familiar - Tiezhen.

Jamuka was taken into captivity, and the dragons in the north had no leader. Naturally, the most urgent task was to elect a new leader.

Tiezhen is the candidate.

The letter was signed by the fifteen countries of the Western Regions.

It is also a letter of alliance, and signing it means joining forces to fight against Shi Guanyin.

As for the power to take over after this is done, it is natural for those who are able to live in it.

Kucha was originally the most powerful in several countries.

Now this shuffle...

The eldest princess gritted her teeth at this thought, but still pressed the seal on the alliance letter.

"Princess."

The maid looked at the drafting book with some hesitation.

The veiled woman waved her hand slightly: "Let's hand it over."

"The country of Kucha is already on the verge of sunset, so the arrow is on the string, and it has to be launched."

The maid's heart felt sad, she responded and withdrew.

Thousands of miles away, in Wuzheng Villa.

Yuan Suiyun paused with his fingertips as he listened to the secret report from his subordinates.

Long time smiled:

"Tie Zhen's chess piece is not wasted."

Teaming up to fight against Shi Guanyin is nothing more than cannibalizing each other.

When the time comes to reap the benefits, this desert is the nutrient of Bat Island.

The smile on his lips deepened at the thought.

This river and lake has always been peaceful for too long.

The sky is almost yellow.

The wind is blowing.

A figure stood still in the woods.

He has a sword in his hand, but it seems that he has lost the sword.

There is only wind in this forest.

And the dappled and falling sword light.

This is the sword without a name.

It seems only fast can explain it.

Yuan Suiyun's dark room has collected many people.

Among them are many first-class masters.

But there are a few people in this arena who can't be imitated no matter what.

For example Xue Yiren.

His sword is famous.

Because of this, he is the only one in this world who can make this sword.

If others imitate it, it is nothing but imitation.

Even if you learn a little bit of sword shape, you can't get the true meaning.

Xue Yiren's sword was originally unique.

It was a kind of sword light that no one saw, maybe it was the lightning of death.

Everyone I met became a lonely soul on the bloody coat.

Yuan Suiyun watched from the side.

A leaf fell from his feet.

The leaf was originally complete, but when it fell to the ground, it slowly split along the meridians on the leaf.

Instantly shattered into powder.

Yuan Suiyun couldn't see it, but the sword energy couldn't be ignored.

"Villa Master Xue doesn't seem to welcome Suiyun."

He sighed slowly, his expression unchanged.

Xue Yiren has put away his sword.

He is really a very powerful person.

Yuan Suiyun originally thought that only the jellyfish Yin Ji could overwhelm him in this world.

Now it seems that who will win the deer is still unknown.

The blood-clothed man ten years ago couldn't hold back the sword.

But today's Xue Yiren can.

His aura seemed to be completely peaceful, and the oppressive sword energy slowly turned into a mountain.

Steady but harder to climb.

"I never welcome anyone when I practice the sword."

Xue Yiren said lightly.

Yuan Suiyun smiled: "So Suiyun is bothering me."

Anyone who saw him thought he was really a sincere blind man.

Aristocratic bearing, gentle and elegant.

Xue Yiren naturally knew why he came today.

Although the Golden Ganoderma lucidum looked the same in the morning, it could not be fooled by everyone.

At least he knew that when Jin Lingzhi chose to ask for help.

She was doomed to die.

"You don't really have to come."

Xue Yiren wiped his sword and said calmly.

Yuan Suiyun paused slightly.

"What does Master Xue mean by this?"

Xue Yiren turned to look at him, and suddenly said: "I rarely care about affairs in the Jianghu."

This sentence is clear enough.

Yuan Suiyun squinted his eyes: "Master Xue really doesn't look like a swordsman."

What should a swordsman be like?

Li Guanyu uses a sword, and Shuai Yifan also uses a sword.

Everyone who learns swords in this world seems to obey the order with sincerity and righteousness.

But what they are sincere is not themselves, but the righteous way of martial arts.

That's why it caused so much infamy when Dianhong became famous.

They didn't criticize him because he was a killer, but because he also happened to be a swordsman.

"It's just a different way."

His complexion was pale and his tone was cold.

Just like his sword.

But perhaps no one in this world understands Xue Yiren's sword.

The wind rustled through the treetops.

It seems that there are leaves falling on the shoulders.

Yuan Suiyun smiled.

"What is her relationship to you?"

Xue Yiren asked suddenly when he walked out of the woods.

Who is he asking?

Yuan Suiyun naturally knew it too.

He couldn't help but pause:

"She will be my wife."

Xue Yiren looked at the sword, but his eyes did not change

: "Then you have to find her first."

There seemed to be a wind in the woods.

The beauty lay quietly on the bed.

He closed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The cloud and mist gauze was lightly draped over the shoulders, almost transparent under the thin light from the crack of the door.

She never looked at the monk in white, even though he traveled thousands of miles to buy her favorite sugar paste.

The pastry in her hand was already cold, and Wu Hua's eyes sank slightly: "Why is Ah Qun so stubborn?"

He sighed like a pity.

Wu Qun turned her head slowly, and smiled softly: "Because I don't like being conquered by others."

"I like to conquer people."

She is a very proud person.

It seems that no man in this world can win her heart.

Let her coax, let her use, and be rejected by her.

In the end it just got crazier.

Anyone who sees her will fall into hell.

Wuhua smiled slowly, her eyes darkened.