"This is the descendant of the demon sword?"
A man with a red face and red wax skin had a smile on his face, and he played with a flame in the palm of his hand. The hot temperature distorted the surrounding air, as if it turned into a fiery red vortex. the center of a space.
This is a demon of the younger generation, who has been undefeated in seventy-two consecutive battles, has entered some ancient ruins, and obtained the inheritance of the ancients.
Many people showed their hopeful eyes. After all, everyone knew that the descendants of the demon sword had obtained a fortune of hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, which was a fortune comparable to a fairy mine.
Feng Feiyun did not board the palace tower, but stood below, and said coldly: "I heard that someone wants to trouble the world's most beautiful Nangong Hongyan?"
"So what?" A cold and arrogant voice came from the stunning building.
"I'll take over her troubles. If something comes to me, don't take anger on innocent women."
Feng Feiyun stood on the ground made of bluestone, his body was as straight as a benchmark, the sword in his hand slammed on the ground, and sank into the stone with the scabbard, standing on the bluestone. above.
Bi Ningshuai was a little worried, and whispered: "Don't be cool! There are many people on the other side, and they are all evildoers. No one is weaker than you."
There were several sarcastic laughter from the stunning building, as if they had heard the best joke in the world. One of them said, "What is your relationship with her? Do you know how much trouble she has caused?"
"No matter how much trouble, I will take over for her." Feng Feiyun said.
Another voice sounded, and snorted coldly: "You think the unparalleled monster can be invincible in the world, and you want to use him to calm us?"
"It's enough for me alone, I don't need to rely on anyone's strength." Feng Feiyun said.
"That's what you said!"
Someone laughed, waiting for Feng Feiyun's words, as long as they didn't have anything to do with the unparalleled monster, they would dare to shoot unscrupulously.
Hongluan Fire Clothes and Hongluan Demon Sword, one is woven from the feathers of Hongluan, and the other is the cultivation method engraved on Hongluan's demon bone. Some people speculate that the origin of the demon sword and Nangong Hongyan originated from here.
Of course, some people with deep scheming even think that the heirs of the demon sword actually want to get Hongluan fire clothes. The so-called taking over the trouble of Nangong Hongyan at this moment is just a pretense.
In the stunning building, one hundred young talents are scattered and not in the same hall.
In one of the three-story golden and jade halls, there are the largest number of young talents, more than 30 people in total. Of course, most of them are cultivating with their eyes closed, and they are far away from others. Drinking alone, taciturn, as if nothing had to do with them.
These people are all people with extraordinary talents and minds, and they will never manage things that should not be managed.
Above the golden roof beams on the third floor, there are more than a dozen women in light clothes hanging with their hands tied behind their backs and bound with silver snake skins. sisters.
Their cultivation base was sealed, there were whip marks on their bodies, and their light clothes were torn apart. The force of the whip was so fierce that the snow-white arms were about to be torn off, and the whip marks were so deep that the bones of the arms were shattered.
There were also seven or eight female corpses on the ground, all of which had been thrown to death.
As long as Nangong Hongyan does not appear, every half an hour, a woman will be thrown to death until Nangong Hongyan appears.
Bi Ningshuai was aware of the seriousness of the situation and was afraid that Nangong Hongyan would actually appear in the end, so he rushed to Lingshifang to inform Feng Feiyun.
Xuewu and Yuchan were also hanged on it. They were already desperate. After all, they knew Nangong Hongyan's character better than anyone else. Nangong Hongyan would never appear. The monks who shot were killed.
Hearing that someone came to stand up for them, there was a look of joy on their faces.
Longshenya held a golden bottle in his hand and took a sip. Originally, this banquet was his invitation, but the scene got out of control, but he still ignored it, as if it was a trivial matter.
Putting the golden bottle on the table, Longshenya smiled and said, "This demon sword descendant has deep scheming. In order to get Hongluan Fire Clothes, he really does everything he can."
"Yeah! What he cultivates is the Red Luan Demon Sword. After obtaining the Red Luan Fire Clothes, the sword technique will definitely be more powerful. It is very likely that he will be able to win the battle of the concubine, marry Princess Luofu, and possibly become a new generation of gods. King."
"But... is he helping Nangong Hongyan?"
"This is his insidiousness, in order to bribe people's hearts and win the favor of these little girls, and then he can find the hiding place of Nangong Hongyan and take Hongluan Fire Clothes."
"Tsk tsk! What a sinister villain, no wonder he was able to steal the wealth of hundreds of thousands of spirit stones in the underground gambling palace. No one else has such a means."
"hypocrite."
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Several brightly dressed young men sneered. They all wanted to get the red luan fire clothes and the hidden silk sala in the hands of Nangong Hongyan. These women who were hung up and women who died on the ground were all from their handwriting.
After Xuewu and Yuchan heard their conversation, the joy on their faces disappeared in an instant, and their hearts sank to the bottom.
"That's right! Who would find trouble to offend these monster-level geniuses?" Xue Wu sighed inwardly, despising the descendant of the demon sword, and the methods were even more despicable than these people.
Longshenya smiled and said: "Blood debts are paid for in blood, killings are worth their lives. This is the blood debt owed by Nangong Hongyan. Everyone's actions are bright and aboveboard.
In order to gain the support of the forces behind these evil spirits, Longshenya's words are full of flattery.
Feng Feiyun stood outside the palace, his ears were so amazing, he naturally listened to their every word, smiled coldly, and said, "His Royal Highness, I didn't expect your ability to confuse black and white to be so powerful. The face of the royal family has been thrown away by you."
"Bullying innocent weak women, killing innocents indiscriminately, even I can't do it, but in His Royal Highness, I have become a bright and upright, daring and daring, really amazing, admire, admire." Bi Ningshuai pulled the male duck. The general voice said, deliberately loud, so that the monks outside the stunning building could hear it clearly.
Longshenya's face sank, and he said, "This prince is telling the truth, Feng Ergou, if you really don't covet Nangong Hongyan's red dress, why should you help her take over all the grievances? Can you give one? The reason?"
Feng Feiyun was silent for a while, and after a long time, he said, "I like her."
"Haha, what a joke, have you seen what it looks like?" Someone's voice came out.
"No." Feng Feiyun said.
Hearing this answer, Bi Ningshuai stared at Feng Feiyun suspiciously, what are you doing! This is so windy, how could I have never even seen Nangong Hongyan's face? You haven't shared a bed with Nangong Hongyan yet, have you
If someone else hadn't seen Nangong Hongyan's face, he would still believe it, but this is Feng Feiyun standing in front of him. The whole world knows the relationship between the two, if even Feng Feiyun has never seen Nangong Hongyan's face. Face, Bi Ningshuai can't believe it.
Besides, Feng Feiyun's nickname is "Kowloon Hold Pillar", how many women have slept, and Nangong Hongyan has never slept, is this possible
Bi Ningshuai looked at Feng Feiyun like a monster, and always felt that Feng Feiyun was not telling the truth.
Feng Feiyun seemed to see through the doubts in his eyes and secretly said, "When you see a woman and you just want to sleep with her, then you don't really like her at all, you just want to satisfy your desires. When you really like a woman, being able to look at her is enough, and being able to hold her is the best thing in the world."
Sleep with a woman, as long as she doesn't have an STD, nothing else can be considered.
But when you talk about feelings with a woman, please be careful, and then be careful!
"Haha! You haven't even seen her face, but you dare to say that you like her, who would believe it? What a hypocrite! Either way, since you want to pretend to be a good person, you always have to pay a price." A voice came from the Golden Jade Palace: "If you can catch my three magical powers, then negotiate the terms with me!"
On the top of the golden jade hall, a golden sacrificial text is condensed, and there are distant chants in the heaven and earth, affecting people's minds. This piece of golden sacrificial text is like a golden rain pressing towards the wind and clouds, and each sacrificial text weighs one million kilograms. , capable of crushing all creatures within an area.
The sword in front of Feng Feiyun flew up automatically, turned into a black light, cut through the golden sacrificial text, and flew directly into the golden jade palace. hit.
"boom!"
A corner of the Golden Jade Palace collapsed, and a young man wearing a black robe and covered with white bones fell out of it. There are hundreds of white bones hanging on his body, some are still broken, some are flowing with red blood, either the bones of giants, or the bones of some spiritual beasts, the hardness is terrifying.
It is precisely because he was covered with these bones that blocked the sword energy, so he did not die under the sword just now.
But the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, full of horror, and the sword wounded him and made him embarrassed.
With just one sword, he almost killed him.
"Shh!"
The Wuguang War Sword flew out from the Golden Jade Palace, and slashed again with one sword. This sword was even more ferocious, like a dark cloud descending, and there seemed to be a flaming bird in the dark cloud.
"Bone altar."
This black-robed man is three meters tall. He is a member of the ancient Xinjiang tribe. He is a genius who has reached the fifth level of destiny. He has practiced wild witchcraft and condensed ancient witchcraft. Hundreds of bones on his body flew up and gathered into an altar like a tomb.
"Bang!"
The black sword was unstoppable, and it directly smashed the white bone altar, and slashed the black-robed man with a sword, piercing his body.
"Crackling!"
A flaming bird flew in front of his corpse, burning the corpse to nothing.
Wujian flew back and inserted it in front of Feng Feiyun again, the black light on it was unstoppable.
Feng Feiyun said: "Now do you think I have the ability to take over the trouble of Nangong Hongyan?"