Xie Bian retreated to the courtyard, and two yellow talismans flew towards Liu and his wife. As soon as the magic-subduing talisman got close to them, the evil spirits on them immediately fled away, and the couple passed out on the ground.
A stream of yin energy is constantly pouring into the courtyard. In Fengdu, the most indispensable thing is ghosts. Although Fan Wuxi's self-made soul cards are far less powerful than Tianjifu, when there are a large number of ghosts nearby, it is almost a success. Bing, the group of snow demons in Chidi City who died thousands of years ago, was still summoned by Fan Wuxi for his own use.
The Junlan sword flashed a sharp silver light in Xie Bian's hand, and the spiritual pressure was released with the sword energy, sweeping away the approaching Yin energy. No one dared to profane, the ghosts controlled by Fan Wuxi couldn't get close for a while.
Fan Wuxi's eyes couldn't help searching for the whiteness, and the more he looked at it, the more lustful he became. He kept a low profile and hid and endured for all these years, just to get this person back in an open and honest manner.
"Fan Wuxi! If you want to fight with me, don't mess with these dirty things!" Xie Bian shouted.
"If I can't draw the sword, you will lose." Fan Wuzhen played with the black jade soul card in his hand, sneering, "I gave you the chance to fight the sword with me back then, if you lost, you will not forget Bar."
The surrounding Yin Qi became more and more serious, and it was so cold that people's hairs stood on end in the scorching heat of July.
"That year was the same year." Xie Bian drew a talisman in the air with one hand, and Yubai's fingers wiped in front of his eyes. One talisman turned into multiple pieces, and spread out in all directions centered on his body. After the collision, Jie Bian "heard" the howling of the ghost.
"Hehe, of course you won't forget that when you were defeated by my sword, I dragged you to the dragon chair and fulfilled my long-cherished wish for many years." Fan Wuxi said "tsk tsk" twice, "That time, even if a hundred years have passed, Still memorable."
Xie Bian's face changed, and he swung a fierce sword move, straight at Fan Wuye, before the sword arrived, the spiritual pressure had turned into an invisible blade and licked Fan Wuye's throat.
The starting style of this sword is Qingfeng swordsmanship, free and easy, light and easy, not rushing to the point, a bit casual, but when bullying close, the sword path changes drastically in an instant, turning into an aggressive Zongxuan sword As fierce as a poisonous snake, it bit Fan Wushi's vitals. The two different styles of swordsmanship were originally incommunicable, and such a transformation within one move is the ultimate test of the swordsman's body skills, cultivation, agility, comprehension, experience, and courage. One must pass through the realm.
Fan Wuxi was a little surprised. Could it be that Xie Bian has already cultivated to the eighth level of the Zongxuan Sword? Compared with his previous life, he reached this realm at least five or six years earlier, but he has reached his previous cultivation base at a faster speed. In the past three years, everyone has survived with a stern attitude.
Fan Wuzhen was forced to raise his sword, Ting Mo was half out of its sheath, and the two swords collided suddenly, making a crisp "ding" sound, the sound was clear and beautiful, it sounded like two good swords, but the two swords collided. People's mouths were broken.
Ting Mo unsheathed completely and forced Xie Bian to retreat, Xie Bian said coldly: "If you rely on these evil magic weapons wholeheartedly and waste the way of swordsmanship, the gain will outweigh the loss."
"I have never abandoned the way of swordsmanship, but it doesn't matter what method I use to deal with you." The soul card in Fan Wuxi's hand exuded bursts of black death.
Xie Bian felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he felt the yin energy scattered by him rushing towards him from all directions with even more turbulent force, he opened his mouth and bit the ball of his thumb, and drew the most powerful painting with his own blood. The demon-subduing talisman, the talisman floated in the void, shrouded his head, with a blood-red aura, drawing the talisman with blood would consume the monk's own blood, but it would also endow the talisman with extremely powerful effects!
Xie Bian seldom draws blood talismans, because blood talismans will disperse these evil souls. The monks mainly save people, and the generals mainly focus on attracting souls. No matter how vicious an evil spirit is, it should go to hell to make atonement Opportunity, to beat him out of his wits, is against the heart of the Tao, and also damages one's own merit. But right now, in order to save his life, Xie Bian had no choice.
The Demonic Blood Talisman began to kill and brutally suppressed the driven ghosts. Xie Bian frowned when he heard those howls: "Fan Wuxi, don't do evil anymore!"
Fan Wuxi smiled coldly.
Xie Bian suddenly felt a movement behind him, and he looked back. The Liu couple who were unconscious on the ground stood up from the ground like puppets on a string, and walked step by step towards the killing range of the blood talisman.
not good!
The subduing magic talisman is harmless to living people, but once it turns into a blood talisman, the relatives will not recognize it, and they will show no mercy to the living people who have been raped. The Lius and his wife are ordinary people, and they may die because of it.
Xie Bian gritted his teeth and had to disperse the blood talisman. The moment the blood talisman dispersed, he felt his body was pierced by an invisible force, which pulled him to stagger a few steps. He wanted to Trying to stabilize the body, but found that the body began to be out of control, but let him stand firmly.
He had never had such a weird experience in his life, and he knew he was being fucked.
His fingers became limp and weak, and he couldn't even grasp it. The Junlan sword fell to the ground with a "snap". A sly smile.
Xie Bian desperately wanted to force the contents out of his body, but Fan Wuxi came to him in the blink of an eye, and drew a talisman in his heart. The slender fingertips stroked the fabric a few times, and finally touched his heart lightly, and suddenly murmured: "It's been a long time since I've been this close to you."
Xie Bi'an's heart trembled.
Fan Wuxi lowered his head, his eyes carefully traced the skin and hair of the person in front of him, as if he was appreciating some rare treasure, but Xie Bian just glared at him with blood red eyes.
Fan Wuxi stretched out his hand, his fingertips lightly slid across Xie Bian's outline, and finally stopped on the pale pink lips. He hesitated for a moment, and just for a moment, he kissed her hard.
Xie Bian's eyes widened, he couldn't move, but he could feel Fan Wuye's warm lips rubbing hard on his lips with all six senses, several small pieces of soft flesh kept squeezing each other, In order to convey heat, breath, body fluids, and longing, the slippery tongue can't wait to pry open his teeth, pound into his mouth, wantonly contradict and sweep away, the possessive desire that seems to break through the flesh and announce it to the world, unexpectedly even Every inch of land in your mouth must leave your own mark.
Fan Wushi crossed Xie Bian's back with his long arms, and pulled him into his arms.
This was the first time the two of them stuck to each other after three years, and it seemed that countless thunder and flints exploded in their heads for a moment.
Xie Bian's face gradually became hot. This is not the body of Fan Wuxi he is familiar with. The Fan Wuxi in his memory, although he has the frame of a man at the beginning, he still has the frailty of a young man, and this body that tightly embeds him in his arms, the arms are firm and powerful, The chest is broad and hard, and this is the body of the Mozun Zongzi Xiao, who had tyrannically done whatever he wanted to him and done all the shameful things in the world in the longer memory.
Fan Wuxi hugged him tightly, his lips found his ears, and said softly: "I really miss you, if you can be so honest in my arms, why should I..."
Jie Bian closed his eyes, obviously what intruded into him was the pervasive breath, taste, sound, and touch that belonged to this person, but he tried in vain to isolate everything just by not seeing things.
But in the next moment, he couldn't open his eyes, because his hands were uncontrollably wrapped around Fan Wuxi's neck, and he took the initiative to snuggle up.
Fan Wuxi suddenly picked him up horizontally and walked into the house.
Xie Bian's blood surged up, his face turned blue and red: "You...can you be more shameless!"
"We've known each other for two lifetimes, yet you still ask such a question. I'm afraid you haven't remembered it all the time." Fan Wuxi sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Jie Bian on his lap, put his arms around his waist, and once again Holding his soft lips, not like the impatience of the kiss after three years, this time he is savoring it carefully and slowly recollecting it.
"Fan... Wushi... that's enough, what do you want..." Jie Bian murmured vaguely between his lips and tongue.
"I want you, now." Fan Wuzhen reached out and pulled out Jie Bian's hairpin, any black hair was scattered on his shoulders, his hand stroked very gently, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Jie Bian's eyes , "I have never had a chance to ask you, Zong Zixiao and Fan Wuxi, who do you prefer to be fucked by?"
Xie Bian's scalp was numb, and his pupils flickered in panic.
"You want me to be your little Jiu, or your junior brother." Fan Wuxi stroked Xie Bian's satin-like hair with a gentle tone.
"Get out!" Jie Bian gritted his teeth, "I want you to let me go."
Fan Wuxi curled his lips into a smile: "I think you like them all, don't you? Don't tell me you haven't recalled them after you recovered your memory? Every night in the Wuji Palace is a spring night, and your body has long been inseparable from me. Etiquette, righteousness and shame, the legs wrapped around my waist will not let go for a moment."
Xie Bian blushed with anger.
"And when we were senior brothers, you also said you liked me." Fan Wuxi stroked Xie Bian's cheek lightly, his eyes couldn't hide his affection, "You said you liked me, but how can you go back on your word? You repent."
"You are fake, everything is fake." Xie Bian's face turned frosty, "What we have said, the hardships we have experienced, and the emotions we have touched, are all innumerable."
"How dare you!" Fan Wuxi's face changed suddenly, "You like me, you promised your whole life with your own mouth, and I will do what I say."
Jie Bian looked at him coldly.
Fan Wuxi bullied himself and pushed Xie Bian down on the bed. His hands rested on both sides of Xie Bian's head. The moment their eyes met, they both saw the endless struggle in each other's eyes.
Do you love it, do you hate it
Also love, also hate.
How much love and hatred lay before their eyes, like a deep valley sawing each other, they fought desperately, wanting to turn everything around, but repeatedly walked towards the most desperate cause and effect.
Why is it so, it shouldn't be so, but it is so.
Worshiping all the gods and Buddhas, I can't find my love.