Women are like poems, and they can have endless charm.
If a woman is foolish, she can be relentless.
Nangong's red face and white clothes turned into red clothes, with a pair of beautiful eyes that are poetic and elegant, obsessed with others, and also obsessed by others.
The shattering spirit sword rushed out of spirituality, and the shadow of a blue unicorn appeared on the sword's edge, with a chill that shattered the sky, and made a loud roar that could shatter mountains.
"Boom!"
Nangong Hongyan sacrificed that purple guzheng, which was left by the ancestors of the stunning building. The zixiang sandalwood stem and the silk strings of the snowy ice silkworm were regarded as the favorite by many Fengchen ladies. A distant and sweet fragrance.
With a flick of a slender finger, an endless stream of sound waves flew out, turning into circular arrays, like more than ten ancient shields blocking the broken air sword.
"Boom, bang..."
The power of the giant, coupled with the power of the spiritual weapon, is not enough to resist the power of the giant in half a step. The sound waves were shattered and dissipated in the wind.
A trace of blood overflowed from her sandalwood mouth, with a stench, flowing down her fair neck, converging into a gorgeous stream of blood.
She had never shed so much blood, but she felt no pain.
"boom!"
She directly sacrificed her beloved guzheng and beat it out. Under the broken air sword, the guzheng was cut into two pieces, "bang", "bang", and fell into a corner of the prison.
At the same time, she turned into a stream of flames and flew towards the bottom of the prison.
"Where to go, die!" Yue Chongzi pointed a finger, thousands of air currents condensed at his fingertips, turned into thousands of sword shadows and rushed out again, condensing into a torrent of sword light, catching up with the flame in front of him .
"puff!"
Nangong Hongyan let out a miserable cry, staggered, fell into a pool of blood, did not stop, got up, and continued to fly to the depths of the prison.
"Damn!"
Yue Chongzi felt a chill in his heart. He stepped on the spirit sword and turned into a blue rainbow to chase after him. If Nangong Hongyan saw Feng Feiyun, then the Feng family owner would definitely not make him feel better.
"start!"
Feng Feiyun stood in the prison, with demonic flames from his hands, his muscles burst his sleeves, and the chains on his arms were pulled straight, as if they were about to break.
A raging flame ignited on his back, and a force that could hold up the mountains erupted from the spine of the King of Hell. Hold up a world.
The hard iron and stone on the ground were stepped out of the foot pit, and the gravel was all over the floor, and he shouted to express his anger.
At this moment, Feng Feiyun's eyes froze, and his red eyes softened. He stared at the beautiful woman outside the iron fence, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
In the end, Feng Feiyun still did not break the forbidden formation set by Feng Mobu, and put down the formation plate again, dragging the heavy iron chain across the iron pillar covered with patterns, his heart aches like a knife, and his throat seems to be stuck. , said in a hoarse voice: "Red... Yan..."
Nangong Hongyan was standing outside, her skin was infected with blood, there were more than ten scars on her body, and a broken sword was stabbed on her back.
Feng Feiyun has never seen her so hurt before, what a beautiful woman she is, but at this moment she makes herself so embarrassed and so desolate.
Her voice was also a little hoarse, a little dry, and said weakly: "I... I came as promised, didn't I disappoint you?"
"Why did you come? This is not the place you should come?" Feng Feiyun almost roared, his eyes were a bit crystal clear, and his voice seemed to whimper.
Nangong Hongyan smiled sadly: "Where there is you is where I should be. There is no right or wrong. I only know that if you die, I don't know where I should go."
Feng Feiyun said: "Why do you suffer?"
Nangong Hongyan said stubbornly, "Feng Feiyun, you never said you love me."
"I love you!" Feng Feiyun thought he would never say this to the second woman, but at this moment he said it faster than ever.
"You haven't heard me tell you that I love you." Nangong Hongyan sighed.
She is not a woman who likes to talk about love in such a vulgar way, but she is afraid that if she doesn't speak a little more vulgar, she will never have a chance to say it again. She feels that she still won't live long, and may die faster than Feng Feiyun. earlier.
"I've been waiting for you to say it." Feng Feiyun stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch her face and help her dry the tears and blood on her face, but was struck back by a thunderbolt. .
Nangong Hongyan's eyes were like agate dropped in a pool of blood, throbbing with tears, and said, "I don't know how to express love, I only know that every night when I count the stars under the night sky, I always It feels like you are counting the stars like me. There are 38,042 stars in the southern sky, 12,400 stars in the western sky, and 74,000 stars in the northern sky. One thousand five hundred and sixty-one, east... When I counted the stars in the eastern sky, it was dawn. Have you counted? How many are there?"
"I..." Feng Feiyun shook his head with difficulty.
He knows that only a woman can count the stars in the sky when she misses another person, when she is so lonely.
The reason why she counted from the south was because she knew that Feng Feiyun and her were both under the south sky. When she counted to the east, the lonely and desolate night had already passed.
Feng Feiyun had never counted the stars, and felt ashamed. When she said her love, she was so quick, so pale, and so dry, and her love, before she could say it, was already extremely bitter.
Without the wind and clouds, she is really lonely.
"Da da!"
A fierce suffocating aura descended from above, carrying a sharp sword glow, and landed on the ground. As soon as Yue Chongzi stood firm, he found that Feng Feiyun in the iron prison had disappeared.
Oops, the two of them have already escaped.
Yue Chongzi was blocked by Nangong Hongyan's formation all the way, so he came a little late.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out of the void without warning, a terrifying force blasted out, and thousands of thunder and lightning struck Yue Chongzi's back.
This attack was too unexpected. When Yue Chongzi noticed that it was not good, he could only passively defend, but how could he stop the attack of Lei Huozhu, and he was directly blasted out.
"Bang!"
Yue Chongzi's body was directly smashed into the wall, and a huge human-shaped pit was knocked out. Blood springs poured out of it. A giant was beaten to the death and could only climb out of it with difficulty.
The scalp on his head was broken, and he stared at Feng Feiyun standing in front of him in disbelief, and said, "You... how did you escape?"
Feng Feiyun held the bloody Nangong Hongyan in his arms. She had already fainted and her body was rapidly getting cold. Feng Feiyun stared at Yue Chongzi on the ground, and a crimson flame burned on her body. Turned into a fire man and rushed forward.
With Feng Feiyun's strength, it was impossible to break the forbidden formation laid down by Feng Mo, but Nangong Hongyan took off the red luan fire clothes and the hidden silk silk and handed them over to him.
Putting on these two divine clothes, Feng Feiyun's combat power soared, shattering the forbidden formation and escaping from the iron prison.
Nangong Hongyan has no cultivation base, wearing these two divine clothes, her combat power can be compared with that of a half-step giant, Feng Feiyun does not know how many times higher than her cultivation base, wearing these two gods Yi, although it is not said that he can easily defeat the giants, at least he still has the strength to compete with the giants.
"Hongyan, you can't die! I will take you out, ask the best doctor to save you." Feng Feiyun gently wiped the blood on her forehead, and could feel the life in her body no matter how fast As time passed, the body became even colder.
Nangong Hongyan had only the cultivation base of the early stage of Xiangen, and suffered such a serious injury, it was fatal to her.
Feng Feiyun can, but she can't.
After taking off her divine robe, she is actually an infatuated woman who is weaker than anyone else.
When Feng Feiyun stepped out of the cave, the sky had already given birth to fish maw white, and the stars in the eastern sky had also become pale.
The darkness is over, will the dawn really come
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the wind howled furiously above the sky, and a stream of light rushed out from the central mountain peak, landing on the sky outside the cave.
There are as many as dozens of them, all of them have a huge breath, all of them are half-step giants, and even the other eight giants have arrived, which are already all the top powerhouses in the Feng family today.
Many of them have lived for hundreds of years. They were the ancestors of the great sect. These days, they have gathered in the Xuanxing Blessed Land to worship the real person. Such a big thing happened in the Xuanxing Blessed Land. In order to please the real person, a Everyone rushed to come.
"Feng Feiyun, you still escaped, do you think you can go today?"
The four half-step giants who were guarding outside the Profound Star Blessed Land flew out at the same time, standing with the dozens of old men, all suspended in the sky, staring at Feng Feiyun condescendingly.
The momentum of these people all gathered to one point, and the overwhelming pressure was on Feng Feiyun's body. This was a force of air pressure, like ten thousand weights of gravity, even an iron mountain would be crushed.
"Whether you can walk or not, it's not you who has the final say!" Feng Feiyun's eyes were firm, even if the sky fell, he would not change his color. , There is a deep and long-lasting power on the ancient text.
The eighteen portraits on the holy monument are the remnants of eighteen outstanding talents, blocking the coercion of dozens of ancestor-level figures.
Feng Feiyun stepped on a 100-meter-long bronze ancient boat, with the feathering platform above his head, holding Nangong Hongyan in one hand and a giant white stone saber in the other, and rushed over.
Like a wild dragon on the angry sea, walking against the waves.