A cold light flashed in Shen Yiren's eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "I will kill that guy!"
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Chapter 38 Yiren is in trouble
Shen Yiren ignored the advice of the people around him, and chased after him with his true anger. Her lightness kung fu is more light than Tangye and Fuxiang. Fu Xiang's leap just now was fierce, but she seemed to be flying like a spring swallow, lifting weights lightly and making judgments.
She has a slender waist and long legs, and the snow-white slenderness of her legs is fully revealed at this moment. Now that the night is falling early and the ground is covered with snow, Shen Yiren is like a proud white deer galloping only on the snowy field, with slender legs intertwined, which is extremely beautiful.
Long Zaitian watched Shen Yiren chasing him out and stayed for a while before waking up like a dream: Ouch! After Ms. Shen was poisoned, she used to exercise with all her might, but the poison only penetrated deeper. Even if she catches up with Fuxiang like this, I'm afraid it will be bad!
Shen Yiren was carrying the antidote of Heartbroken Herb, but in order to counteract the effect of tears of thorns, he never took it. As a hands-on combat opportunity, there is nothing worse. Long Zaitian was also confused for a while, Shen Yiren was usually calm and composed, but why did he insist on killing the elephant? Because Fu Xiang has spoken insults
But it was too late to think about why.
"Brother Tang, look here, I, Qilin Wei Erlang, obey orders, and I obey Tang Ye!"
Long Zaitian shouted loudly, and he chased after him. But his light work attainments are far worse than the previous two. In addition, he only rested for less than half an hour after the continuous battle. It was when he was tired. Compared with the two people who were galloping and ploughing the ground with the old ox, they didn't run far for a long time.
After finally leaving Feiyuping all the way, suddenly I remembered something, and hurriedly ran back. I saw Long Zaitian running back and shouting: "His grandma! Listen to what Tangye is doing! You all come with Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu can't beat him!!"
When Long Zaitian ran out, he remembered that his situation was not as good as that of Shen Yi's. If he chased after him alone, he wouldn't die, so he quickly turned around and moved his brother. Seeing his sons stay in place as if they were mentally handicapped, he became even more exasperated: "I'm dead, you all have no hope of promotion, and you still can't come! All those who are good at martial arts come, at least twenty!"
It was Tang Ye who calmly knew that he was going to come back to rescue the soldiers, and he had already arranged for a lot of people, not only the Qilin Guard, the king's side, and even the Six Gates also arranged a few people. Long Zai Tian felt relieved when he saw it.
But by the time he gathered his hands, Shen Yi and Fu Xiang had already gone far and disappeared.
Fuxiang ran all the way, not daring to stay at all.
In fact, his martial arts have not fully recovered. The damage caused by Tangye's fists and feet was second, and the most important thing was the burns of the meridians at the wrists of both palms. His whole life martial arts are dominated by this pair of palms, and the meridians on the hands are especially critical. Once the damage is done, the martial arts must be discounted immediately.
But on the other hand, it is actually lucky. With Tangye's blood-yang infuriating heat, he and Tangye have fought for so long. If it weren't for the strong and strong palm of his hand, it would definitely leave irreversible damage.
With every step Fu Xiang took, he felt that the sense of helplessness in his heart was increasing.
He had been in the role of a think tank and was highly respected. In addition to Kuangtian, the leader of the dead, the height of martial arts does not do what others think. Even the big figures in the killing alliance favored him. But after arriving in this palace, it simply hit a wall everywhere. There is nothing to be proud of. Not only was he pushed out by Long Zaitian, who was killed halfway, while he thought his official fortune was prosperous, but even the well-planned layout was cracked by Shen Yiren. In the end, even in martial arts, he lost to the rising star Tang Ye.
Now that he has been seriously injured and played a role as a messenger, how can he Fuxiang be such a person.
The more Fu Xiang thought about it, the more angry he became, and his steps became heavier and heavier.
Oh shit! I can't bear this bird's breath!
After the success of changing the sky, Lao Tzu must kill Long Zaitian and Tang Ye first, and then Shen Yiren will cry and rejoice in Lao Tzu, so that the hatred in the old man's heart can be relieved!
Thinking hard, I suddenly felt that there was another sound of breaking wind in the sound of my footsteps. Fu Xiang turned his head to look, and saw a slender and graceful figure in the distance approaching at high speed, coming very fast. Looking more closely, I was even more terrified.
Shen Yiren was like a flying bird, traversing the space that Fuxiang had difficulty traversing with ease. She and her three-footed green peak came in the dark night like a glimmer of light.
Shen Yiren frowned and shouted murderously: "Dog thief, it's not really fate!!"
When Fu Xiang saw her light work, he immediately gave up and moved on. His strength is long and true, but when it comes to quickness, he definitely can't compare to her. This bitch is so deceiving, I dare not kill you!
After staring at Shen Yiren, there is no one else. After thinking about it, if Shen Yiren was captured, and there were many hostages in his hands, he would have greater control over his actions.
Thinking of this, Fu Xiang couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, turned around, and swirled his palms to prepare for the battle: "If it wasn't for you to interfere with it, how could this old man be reduced to this! You are courting death, no wonder the old man!"
The two had fought twice in Feiyuping and had a general understanding of each other's martial arts. Once again, the temptation is thrown away, and it is purely a fight for life.
The palm wind and sword qi crisscrossed in the snow, gradually forming a ball of air, and snowflakes within ten feet could not get close at all. On the pure white ground, only this circle is gray, which is particularly eye-catching even in the dark.
Fu Xiang and Shen Yiren had already fought beyond a hundred strokes in a short time, and they were full of thrills, and the number of scenes in which the blood flow was cut off by the tiniest bit was uncountable. Several times, if Shen Yiren hadn't hid in a hurry, his head would have been smashed to pieces by the palm of the giant godlike palm. And Fu Xiang was also forced by Shen Yiren's ruthless play as if she wanted to kill her again and again to miss the opportunity to seriously injure her, because if she refused to retreat, she would become a devil under Shen Yiren's sword.
Shen Yiren knew that Fuxiang's state was incomplete, and that if he didn't kill him at this time, he would have endless troubles. Seeing a chance to slash the sword, the sword suddenly made a semicircle in the middle and pointed upwards, pointing straight at Fuxiang's throat. This is a unique trick in the Six-Sect Sword Art of Six Elephants, and it was also obtained by Shen Yiren's wonderful hand, and it cannot be copied again.
Fu Xiang only felt a little bit of cold star emptiness, and his neck was cold, and he thought: My life is over!
Seeing that the Fuxiang could be killed with just one movement, Shen Yiren staggered backwards, unable to stand on his feet. This sword actually only pierced the skin of Fuxiang's throat, but failed to penetrate it.
But Shen Yiren didn't have time to look far away. At this moment, the world was spinning in her head, her eyes were hazy, and she couldn't even stand. She fell to the ground with a slap of her sword, holding her forehead, her eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. Although she knew that she must not fall down at this moment, her consciousness still sank into the sea of coma irresistibly.
Fuxiang was ecstatic, and suddenly realized: Broken intestine grass is very poisonous, even if there is an antidote to detoxify it, it is extremely exhausting. After taking the antidote, it is necessary to recuperate. After a period of time, you will feel extremely sleepy and sleepy. This little girl must have taken the antidote, but she didn't have time to rest, so she chased after her as if she was dying. Hahaha, God help me too!
Fu Xiang was overjoyed, when he saw Shen Yiren's beautiful eyes blurred and her body swaying in the wind, her heart was mad, and she smiled evilly: "The big beauty is just missing a break, why panic? Wait for the old man and you. Sleeping in the same bed, you will get better naturally. Don't worry!"
Fu Xiang stepped forward and hugged Shen Yiren's arms, and jumped into the flowers on the side with a light art.
Shen Yiren only felt that there was a beast smell mixed with the strong desire of male animals in his nose, and he stretched out his arms and pushed it away. Where did Fu Xiang manage so much, he stretched out his thick palm and grabbed the back collar of Shen Yiren's clothes, tearing it up, as if the water-soaked spring onion had peeled off a layer of white skin, and a large piece of clothes was torn on the snow-white beauty back.
Under the moonlight, the skin is more radiant than snow, and the skin is as delicate as water. The white wall-like jade back has the slightest spots and even the skin texture. It is difficult to find the skin texture.
Shen Yiren rarely showed the weakness of a woman, she whimpered, two slender arms like snow lotus involuntarily clasped the front of the front, the torn clothes could not completely cover the huge jade pear, a little greasy snow skin It is exposed, as if there are two snow-white water film bags containing fine wine under the clothes. If it weren't for the seductive and deep ravine between the snow peaks, it would really teach people to mistake it for the truth.
Fu Xiang's eyes seemed to be his big hands, stroking up and down along Shen Yiren's soft arc. Seeing his eyes lit up, he trembled and said, "Damn, Sao! You are still a virgin, how can you be so showy!"
The cold wind from the snowy night rolled in, and Shen Yiren's body was soft and soft, and his soft waistline even showed a wild fox-like charm. She relied on willpower to resist the coma desire. But because of this, she vaguely understood what she was being done.
Fu Xiang had coveted Shen Yiren as early as Feiyuping, and at this time, his desire was even more uncontrollable. Use both hands and feet at the moment, it is convenient to strip yourself, and only one coat is left.
Shen Yiren bit her tongue secretly in a coma, and the pain woke her up a little: I can't die, I can't die! I must not die before avenging my parents! After Fu Xiang took off his pants, Shen Yiren's eyes suddenly regained a trace of clarity, and the ugly thing he was looking at swayed in front of him. up!
In the dark night, a man's painful cry from the depths of his soul echoed in the night wind...
Fuxiang screamed in pain, and squatted for a long time with his lower body covered. He even saw blood when he was kicked! **In an instant, it turned into anger!
"I raped you three times first! Then strangle you to make you a beautiful and moving corpse!"
Fu Xiang stretched out his big hand and grabbed the front of his shirt. However, Shen Yiren didn't know where the strength came from, so when he hugged it tightly, he wouldn't let it be torn off. Fuxiang was furious, and regardless of her life or death, Yun Jin slapped it out!
Shen Yiren heard the wind and knew that it was a fatal blow. She closed her eyes and waited for her young life to disappear with the blood she spat out.
Father, mother... Big brother, I'm dead...
nothing happened,
When she opened her eyes again, she noticed something strange.
It was Fuxiang who vomited blood.
But no matter how Shen Yiren looked at it, she couldn't see who Fu Xiang was injured by.
There was an indescribably terrified expression on Fu Xiang's face.
And Fu Xiang's body appeared extremely weird and twisted out of thin air.
There was nothing around him, except for the flowers, which was Shen Yiren himself. However, there is clearly a palm print under his neck. Suddenly something even weirder happened!
Fu Xiang's lower abdomen sank to an astonishing depth, the depth and size of the sag, as if someone had slapped him hard. Immediately afterwards, Fu Xiang's chest made a clear bone-crushing sound, his shoulders were also snapped, and then his thighs and crotch bones seemed to be hit, and the whole person actually flew out. But no one was there at all.