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Yang Xiu smiled. There was no joy in that smile, only anger and hatred.

This is the first time. I laughed for the first time since I learned that Tang Zhongqing had an affair with Yang Zhao and completely betrayed him...

It was a king who was admired and admired by everyone. At this moment, wisps of strange black aura faintly emitted from his body, as ferocious as a demon in the underworld. He held Long Xuan tightly and walked forward slowly, saying in a voice: "Okay, Ning Sanren is indeed capable and more loyal. Humph, what a shit Cihang Jingzhai. I bah!" Suddenly, a mouthful of thick phlegm was spit out, and flew towards Fan Qinghui like an iron bullet. The "da~" sound was dirty and dirty * stuck to the pure and elegant face, which looked extremely strange and even more ugly.

But this weird and ugly scene made Yang Xiu even more excited. He licked his lips and shook his right wrist. Long Xuan suddenly suddenly burst out and pulled off a large piece of clothing on Fan Qinghui's chest like a poisonous snake spitting out his letter. The half of the side wrapped under the plain white strapless breast was round and suddenly lost its restraint and popped out involuntarily, with snow-skinned breasts, and it was clearly visible.

In an instant, the three men seemed to have forgotten to breathe at the same time. Yang Xiu's nose wings opened, and a light like a hungry wolf appeared in his pupils. He walked over and knelt down with one leg beside the fairy-like female swordsman. His fingers slid down along the cheeks, chin, neck and collarbone, and finally stopped around the bright red buds at the top of the snow peak, and squeezed them hard,

Yang Xiu cursed hatefully, "Yang Zhao, the little bastard, dared to get involved in my wife's trouble. If this revenge is not repaid, I will no longer be a human being. What kind of fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world? Bah, it's just fart! Bitch, you just met the little bastard and hooked up with him, probably you had already been with him? Just right. The retribution in this life is still fast. Now I will rape you, a bitch, and then cut off your hands and feet to sell it to the most humble brothel in Chengdu, so that the little bastard I raised will also wear thousands or tens of thousands of cuckolds!" He cursed, his hands kept moving, and he became honest and unceremonious. He even pinched Fan Qinghui's belt with his right hand and tried his best to tear it off.

Although this lively and great drama made people's heartbeat faster and blood rush. Yan Wanggu didn't dare to watch it too much. He hurriedly turned around, closed his eyes and covered his ears, and said something in his mouth, and didn't know what he was talking to himself. But although he was determined to treat himself as a wooden man, Ning Daoqi was not allowed. Sanren was a practitioner of Taoism and never cared about men and women. Therefore, even though his mind was a little bit separated just now, he had recovered immediately.

Fan Qinghui and himself have turned against each other. If they change the time and place, Ning Daoqi doesn't want to care about what Yang Xiu wants to do to her. But at present, there shouldn't be too delays for a woman. I learned from the information of the Tang Sect that in addition to the two kirins at Lingyun Cave, there are also strange people to guard them. But from the beginning to now, only one monk guarding him was born, which is really unreasonable. Ning Daoqi was calm on the surface, but in fact he felt quite uneasy inside. He was afraid that the night would be long and dreams would be too long, so he stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Prince, big things are the most important."

Yang Xiu was shocked suddenly, and in an instant, the two desires of avenging revenge and dominating Jiangshan clashed fiercely in his heart, but in the end the latter had the upper hand. He spat fiercely, picked up the soul-lossing, stood up and nodded, and said in a deep voice: "What Ning Sanren said is. Humph, this little bitch is a bargain. I will cure you when I come back." Then he kicked her to ask for a hole in the waist.

There is absolutely no possibility of this kick being empty.

But I just kicked it in vain.

In the midst of lightning, the three masters felt that there seemed to be an extremely powerful current in the void and immediately descended on Fan Qinghui. Immediately afterwards, the descendant of Jingzhai, who was in a state of loss of soul, suddenly blocked Yang Xiu's foot. Her wrist flipped, and some strange force immediately invaded the vein, making the King of Shu unable to move half of his body. Just a light wave had already thrown him three or four feet away. Fan Qinghui stood up and shouted, "Who dares to break into Lingyun Cave? Let me get out!"

The tone was still sweet and clear, she was indeed right, but her tone suddenly added a certain majesty and vicissitudes that she shouldn't have. It was extremely inconsistent and extremely weird and terrifying.

At the moment of major events, there were always many branches, and Yang Xiu was furious. He shouted loudly: "The dog breed that pretends to be a ghost is, no matter who you are. The bitch is killed!" The magic weapon trembled, and the dragon's soul suddenly awakened, and suddenly slashed wildly with the force of breaking the wind and clearing the clouds. The unarmed descendant of Jingzhai's eyes were calm, neither happy nor angry nor afraid. The five commands came out, and suddenly condensed a golden giant wheel out of thin air. Even though it was just gathering the shape with energy, it was beyond the invisible and reentered into the tangible, and was so solid that it was not inferior to the divine weapon.

The golden wing wheel circled around the whirlwind and had already interacted with the dragon throne hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. Yang Xiu felt that the strange internal force, which was floating like the wind, rushed into the body through the magic weapon, forcing him to involuntarily rotate and unleash his strength. He turned around for more than a dozen circles before he could barely stand still. Ning Daoqi, who was watching the wall, suddenly changed color and set out, saying, "Xuanyuan Tongtian's strong wind! You are not Junior Sister Fan, but Xicheng... Xicheng... Xiushu?" The screams were full of incredibleness, and they were even trembling slightly.

"Oh? It turns out that someone actually remembers my name." Fan Qinghui, who was not Fan Qinghui, seemed surprised. He said coldly: "No, I am the last successor of the Xicheng family, Xicheng Xiushu. Since I know my name, why don't you get out of here?"

For thousands of years, there have been countless people practicing martial arts in the world, as many as the sands of the Ganges River. Among them, there are no ones who can leave their names in the memories of later generations. Xicheng Xiushu is one of them. Not only did he live in the same era as the martial arts myth, but he is the descendant of Tianjing Nangong Wentian, but he also held the heavenly magic weapon of Emperor Huangdi. He started with the Chongguang of Mount Tai, and then fought against Chiyou, stabbed the evil emperor, destroyed the demons, and eliminated the

Demon Seed. He has always maintained the righteous way and was admired by the world. Later, he was elected as the leader of the martial arts world, and the people in charge of the gangs of the martial arts world helped the Southern Dynasty to orthodox fight against the emerging Tuoba clan of the Northern Wei Dynasty. He made outstanding achievements. But... that was already two hundred years ago. No matter how high your martial arts are, your life span is always limited. Even a Taoist man can only live for three yuan. But the Fan Qinghui, who is not Fan Qinghui, actually claims to be Xicheng Xiushu?

Is he a human... or a ghost?

In an instant, almost all the three people who ventured into the cave were stunned. In the silence, suddenly there was a little sound of water in my ears.

Tick, tick, tick...

It became clearer and more obvious. Yan Wanggu's legs were trembling, and he almost couldn't even hold the magic weapon in his hand. He subconsciously looked down at his crotch, but immediately found... blood?

Countless blood was emerging from the gaps in the mountain walls, bit by bit, red and blue. The blood seemed to have life and will. As soon as it dripped onto the dragon path, it immediately gathered automatically and quickly and incoherently flowed towards the dragon head. Then there was a loud "dong~" sound, and the earth was shaking in an instant, and it was like the entire Lingyun Mountain vibrated.

Any reaction was not enough before it could be done. The mountain wall suddenly bulged and burst. The blazing heat and the biting cold were spreading rapidly from the inside to the outside at the same time. Fan Qinghui, who claimed to be Xicheng Hideki, had her eyes shrank and she said in a lost voice: "Qilin Blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red shadow covered in blood was rushing out of the tunnel with endless evil aura, and followed the Qilin blood without saying a word and rushed to chase after him. At a glance, he saw Fan Qinghui, who claimed to be Xicheng Xiushu on the road he must pass. At that moment, he opened his eyes wide open, and roared out loudly, without saying anything, and swung the black and white magic weapons in his hand and slashed at him.

Although "Xicheng Xiushu" does not know the identity of the other party, it is a great sin to kill the Ice and Fire Qilin alone. Since the Qilin died, it is a responsibility to protect the cave, and he cannot give in. He immediately used the golden wing wheel to turn around. In addition to unloading the enemy's magic weapon's attack, he also turned the defense to attack and cut sharply. The two of them fought fiercely and brilliantly, and the sharp energy flew everywhere and destroyed it when they encountered objects. The remaining energy was enough to cut the stones and open the mountain. In an instant, "Xicheng Xiushu" handed the two black and white divine weapons in his hands, pressing them down the ground and shouted: "Retreat!"

Three magic weapons used Wanjun's great power to slash the back of the stone dragon. Even if the dragon path is strong, how could it withstand such an impact? "Boom~" the loud noise was deafening. With the two of them as the core, the dragon body, which was three meters in a radius, was completely destroyed and shattered. The evil spirit, together with the "Xicheng Xiushu", fell into the pit below.

The strange change was once again, but just like a flash of white horses, Yang Xiu had already seen clearly what the person who came out of the mountain wall looked like. Although the other party's expression changed drastically, who else could he be the nephew of Yang Zhao, who was not his dog bastard? In a daze, the angry arose immediately made his brain boil. He almost immediately wanted to rush over to join the battle group, cut the little bastard into meat sauce and then feed the dogs! However, the desire to be the emperor finally overwhelmed the anger. He unwilling to admit that he had fought fiercely at the two figures under the pit, and shook the dragon spindle upwards with force.

The magic weapon suddenly rose and extended more than ten feet, "snatching" the ground and hooking the stone wall of the opposite mountain cave. Yang Xiu did not even greet Ning Daoqi and Yan Wanggu, and immediately jumped up and swung out with the force. He gently landed on the undestroyed dragon path, without looking back, and headed straight to the opposite side of the tunnel.

As he got closer, as he was closer. The more he ran forward, the greater the splashes became, and the humidity in the air was higher. Suddenly, Yang Xiu stopped and stepped on the dragon head. The scenery he saw in front of him made him dizzy. It turned out that the giant dragon poked out from the mountain wall, and right in front of the dragon's mouth was a super giant stone ball with a radius of dozens of feet, showing the posture of a dragon competing for the pearl. A clear water waterfall poured down from the top, arousing a large area of ​​smoke and water. It was majestic and majestic, and it was a magical craftsmanship.

No matter how spectacular the scenery is, Yang Xiu didn't even feel at all admiring it. With a long roar, his magical power urged the super extreme twelve success powers, and his body was like a dragon leaping straight into the air, holding the super magic weapon, dragon spiral and people and soldiers together, stimulating the super giant ten-foot sword energy, and slashing the stone dragon ball with all its strength.

The power of this sword is strong enough - Dividing the sky!
Chapter completed!