"Why doesn't Master Guo Shao continue? The old man still wants to continue listening to the story?" Jie Jie's strange laughter echoed in the hall, and a yin and yang voice came in.
A thin old man in a red shirt walked in, looking around with his thief eyes.
The hall was silent for a moment, only the sound of breathing remained.
Because they have already recognized that this little old man is Zhang Zongyi, the Blood Demon Saber of the Western Regions. He is a crooked demon, not a solitary crooked demon who does not belong to the demon sect. He is ten times, or even a hundred times worse than the villains in the demon sect. He kills when he is happy, and kills when he is unhappy. He is a monk, he does not drink alcohol, but drinks human blood, he is not a vegetarian, but eats human flesh.
Zhang Zongyi narrowed his eyes, and said with a sinister smile: "At the time when I was recruiting a son-in-law on Yanxia Island, I also went to join in the fun. I didn't expect to be preempted by two young boys. Those sisters are really rare beauties in the world. The master of Yanxia Island's treasury and secret books are things that people in the world dream of. If you want people, you want treasures. How can there be such a cheap thing? Master Guo Shaobao, what do you think?"
With a stiff face, Guo Ju nodded and replied, "It makes sense."
Zhang Zongyi smiled sinisterly: "At the beginning, those two boys each slapped me, but now I have achieved great feats and come here to avenge. I heard that it was a grand meeting held by the Baidao Alliance, but I didn't expect there to be only a group of boys!" Zhang Zongyi said again, "But this is not bad, the taste of young people is better than an old bone!" Zhang Zongyi's expression changed suddenly, he stretched out his thin palm, and grabbed Yang Wumin Sucked over.
A strange smell came over, Yang Wumin's neck was pinched, tears welled up in his eyes. She said with great effort: "Fu Wanqing is more beautiful than her mother!"
Long before Zhang Zongyi entered the door, Fu Wanqing raised her vigilance, her hand was already on the sword. When she heard Yang Wumin's words, her brows and eyes turned cold, blocking Yu Shengyan's face, and with a blushing sound of blue light, she said slowly: "The Blood Demon Knife of the Western Regions? Let me learn the senior's best tricks. "
Fu Wanqing didn't want to save Yang Wumin at all, and even wanted to kill her with a sword, but it's a pity that Zhang Zongyi's lecherous eyes of the blood demon sword had already fallen on her. The Blood Demon Knife was bound to return upon seeing the blood, and Fu Wanqing felt the blood in her whole body boiling. This thin man is a master, a master from the Western Regions. Disciples of various sects on the rivers and lakes all have their own tricks, but they are not as good as those from the Western Regions.
Man or woman, young or old, handsome or ugly, it doesn't matter anymore. What fell into Fu Wanqing's eyes was just a knife, a very thin and fast knife, but she herself was a sword, a lighter and faster sword. In a breath, she has turned into a sword light, and she is wrestling with Zhang Zongyi.
The timid Kung Fu Low has already sneaked away.
Yang Wumin fell to the ground and stroked her neck, panting loudly.
Yang Wugong leaned against the table and was ready to go.
Shen Shengyi picked up the cup leisurely and took a sip of the hot wine.
The Zhong brothers looked at the third young master obsessively, and the third young master flicked his sleeves, his eyes met with the two men in pink around Chunfengxiao, and the worry disappeared in a flash.
Guo Ju was very nervous and forcibly left a pair of palm prints on the table. He stared at Yu Shengyan who was full of indifference, with a few traces of pleading in his eyes.
The red sword light intersected and separated from the cyan sword shadow, and a figure emerged from the multiple images.
Fu Wanqing covered her lips and coughed lightly, while Zhang Zongyi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. With a shake of the long sword, Fu Wanqing turned into a sword light and attacked Zhang Zongyi, and Zhang Zongyi's ashen, dead wood-like face showed a rosy glow. The surrounding table cases were shattered, and the remaining sawdust seemed to be swept up by the hurricane, forming a small whirlpool in the hall. This time the person who fell out was Zhang Zongyi, but Fu Wanqing didn't necessarily have a good time.
Yang Wumin stared fixedly at Fu Wanqing whose body protection had been broken, and with a swipe of his right hand, a cloud of starlight shot towards Fu Wanqing. Yu Shengyan's eyes sharpened all of a sudden, a white shadow flashed past, and with a few bang bang bang bangs, those life-threatening darts were shot back, scratching Yang Wumin's skin and nailing her all over. Yu Shengyan gave Yang Wumin a cold look, then turned around and picked up the weak Fu Wanqing.
Zhang Zongyi forced himself to stand up, and laughed loudly: "Very good! Very good!"
There was a bewitching and bloody red light on his knife.
Fu Wanqing scolded softly, and said, "Jade produces smoke, draw out the sword!"
Yu Shengyan ignored the shout and went to pick up Zhang Zongyi's Blood Demon Knife with his bare hands. The long hair fluttered around because of the energy around him, and Yu Shengyan's aura changed drastically. Fu Wanqing had already been pushed aside by her, stupefied Guo Ju, her figure flicked, she seemed to have counted every move and style of Zhang Zongyi, forcing Zhang Zongyi to retreat step by step.
Guo Ju was dumbfounded, but Fu Wanqing was terrified.
"If Shen Shengyi makes a move, stop him." Fu Wanqing whispered in Guo Ju's ear. With a push with both hands, she has already swept towards the two wrestling people with this ingenuity. She had fought Zhang Zongyi before, and she knew that the Blood Demon Knife has eight styles, each move is more powerful than the last, and now it is the eighth style.
Fu Wanqing stared at the two of them closely. She saw a sinister smile on the corner of Zhang Zongyi's mouth, and her heart sank suddenly.
After the eighth move, the saber's momentum hasn't slowed down in any way, and the jade is almost touching the ground. If she doesn't move the sword again, she will be split in half by the hidden knife! Fu Wanqing took a deep breath, she flew obliquely towards Yu Shengyan, raised her long sword, and almost used up all the energy in her body.
There is no ninth form in the Blood Demon Sword Technique, only the eighth form, the knife within the knife!
Yu Shengyan suddenly realized that she was about to dodge the knife when Fu Wanqing stepped in and took the move forcefully.
The long sword was broken inch by inch, and bright red blood dripped down the strange red sword.
Yu Shengyan frowned, caught Fu Wanqing and swept away a few feet away.
Zhang Zongyi's mouth was full of blood gushing wildly, he wiped his mouth, looked in disbelief at the sword point that was almost pierced into his heart, and disappeared with a jump.
"What are you rushing here for?" Yu Shengyan's cold voice trembled a little, and her hand holding Fu Wanqing was also trembling.
"Sister Yu, you are amazing!" Guo Ju turned over and landed in front of Fu Wanqing, just glanced at the knife on her shoulder, his expression changed immediately, and he stretched out his hand to seal Fu Wanqing's big hole, he was terrified Shouted loudly, "There is poison on the Blood Demon Knife!"
Yu Shengyan's expression changed.
"Miss Yu, there is an empty room upstairs, take her there quickly!" The third young master also rushed over, and said anxiously, "Liu Hong, go and invite—"
"No need!" Yu Shengyan interrupted the third son, she picked up Fu Wanqing and jumped up to the railing on the second floor.
"Yu Shengyan! Demon Cult leader Yu Shengyan!" Yang Wumin yelled loudly, his eyes seemed to tear people apart.
"Shut up! What kind of woman will give birth to what kind of daughter!" Guo Ju yelled violently, clenching his fists tightly, wishing he could slap Yang Wumin's face.
The door was closed tightly, and Yu Shengyan's face was as cold as ice.
Fu Wanqing leaned on the couch, squinting and smiling.
The knife wound was on his right shoulder, and the clothes on his upper body had been mercilessly peeled off by Yu Shengyan.
Yu Shengyan glanced at her undulating chest, focusing on her wound.
"Do you want to use your palm to help me suck out the poison? What if there is still some poison left?" Fu Wanqing asked Chao Yusheng with a smoky smile, holding her fingertips in her mouth.
Yu Shengyan glanced at her, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
Fu Wanqing didn't answer, she just supported the bed and sat up slightly, stretched out her arms to wrap around Yu Shengyan's neck, exerted a little force, but managed to get the wound, causing Fu Wanqing to groan.
Yu Shengyan knelt and sat beside Fu Wanqing, propping her hands on both sides, and swept across Fu Wanqing, who was in a mess. Suddenly, the erotic album that Fu Wanqing coaxed her to read came back to her mind, her eyes flashed Bewildered for an instant. She brushed her fallen hair, and gradually approached the knife wound on Fu Wanqing's shoulder, and gently touched her bare skin with her lips, sucking the poisonous blood one mouthful at a time.
Fu Wanqing tilted her head back, and put her shoulders close to Yu Shengyan's lips, either chuckling or humming. The eyes are bright and full of charm.
Yu Shengyan wiped the blood from her lips, but did not leave Fu Wanqing's body, she asked softly, "Is that so?"
Yusheng's misty eyes are like the fog in the river in early winter, and the misty rain in spring.
She bent down and kissed Fu Wanqing's delicate collarbone, either sucking or biting.
Fu Wanqing only felt that her soul was about to be hooked out by Yu Shengyan. She hugged Yu Shengyan with a bright and flamboyant smile.
Yu Shengyan's hand reached into Fu Wanqing's skirt, and slid across her brocade-like skin. The five fingers danced, as if they were plucking the strings of a piano. Fu Wanqing was smiling, and tears flashed in her eyes. "Yu Shengyan, Yu Shengyan..." She called Yu Shengyan's name in a low voice.
Yu Shengyan sighed lightly, she withdrew her mischievous hand, and wrapped Fu Wanqing's skirt.
Plain white silk wrapped the wound layer by layer.
"You shouldn't have stabbed that sword."
Yu Shengyan said something lightly.
Fu Wanqing frowned and smiled softly, "My sword is broken, should you pay me?"