A light flashed on Ho Ying's hands, and a little closer to the void, a ball of golden light wrapped a flying sword in the void.

In the golden light, the flying sword body was constantly decomposing some fragments and disappeared into the air. At the same time, the flying sword slowly shrank.

Puff...

The golden light kept tempering the flying sword. Huo Ying pointed his fingers and a huge wound broke into Fu Qiang's left shoulder.[]

Before the blood on Fu Qiang's body rushed out of the wound, Ho Yingshuang grabbed the flying sword wrapped in golden light and inserted the refined flying sword into Fu Qiang's left hand from the wound.

Although the flying sword was refined by Ho Ying and reduced a lot, the flying sword still had the length of the arm. It was pulled directly by Ho Ying and Fu Qiang's left hand and then penetrated into the entire arm.

Huh...

Although I had countless experiences of planting swords in my dream, the pain still made Fu Qiang grit his teeth in pain, and the blue veins on his forehead were wriggling like earthworms, and blood and sweat were emerging all over his body.

Fu Qiang did not scream loudly, endured the pain that was heartbreaking, and held his breath in big mouthfuls, keeping his body trembling slightly.

The wound on the shoulder was sealed by Ho Yingshuang using his mana, and all the flying swords were inserted into his arm, and the entire arm was several times thicker.

"Yeah, it's pretty good." Ho Yingshuang looked at Fu Qiang's performance and praised him with a rare voice.

Sitting on the side, looking at Xiaoru here, looking at Fu Qiang's arm that was several times thicker, thinking about the flying sword that had just been inserted into it, she was so scared that she lost her face and pale.

Just like the flying sword inserted into her body, Xiaoru felt a little chill and kept trembling.

Swish...

The strong pain was raging in Fu Qiang's body. Before Fu Qiang could adapt, Ho Ying pointed his fingers at the sky and refined one of the flying swords.

I x...

Fu Qiang was so in pain that he didn't dare to speak anymore, so he could only curse Ho Yingshuang in his heart.

In the dream, Fu Qiang planted swords, which were planted into the body one by one, and then used spiritual power to absorb the flying sword planted in the body into the heart sword fetus, and slowly gave birth to the sword soul.

But now, looking at Ho Yingshuang's attitude, without Fu Qiang's doubts, he also saw that Ho Yingshuang was preparing to continue burying his sword in Fu Qiang's body.

Puff...

There was no time for Fu Qiang to think about it at all. Ho Ying released a Qi sword with both fingers, cut Fu Qiang's right shoulder, stretched out his hand and straightened Fu Qiang's right hand, and then inserted the flying sword into Fu Qiang's right arm.

Puchi...

The intense pain made Fu Qiang's nerves tense all over his body, and all the clothes on his body were broken, leaving only the invincible white pants left.

The blood and sweat that emerged from the body had stained Fu Qiang into a bloody man, and the blood vessels on his body were like earthworms that kept wriggling.

Pang...

Looking at Fu Qiang's two huge arms and the pain on Fu Qiang's face, Xiao Ru fainted and hit the ground.

well……

Seeing Xiaoru performing like this, Ho Yingshuang couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Fu Qiang gritted his teeth, resisted not letting himself scream, and tried hard to not let himself faint.

At the same time, Fu Qiang struggled to keep his mind calm, allowing the spiritual power that had merged with the Heart Sword's fetus to rush towards his arms. Fu Qiang, who has experience in a sword, understood that if he did not use spiritual power to melt these two flying swords, Fu Qiang would have to endure the pain.

Ho Yingshuang stood in front of Fu Qiang, staring at Fu Qiang intently, and carefully observed Fu Qiang. Seeing that Fu Qiang was a little confused because of the pain, he finally did not continue to plant a flying sword on Fu Qiang.

Swish...

The intense pain made Fu Qiang feel a little dazed, and it was difficult to concentrate on running his spiritual power to his arms. Fu Qiang suddenly thought of the Qingxin Mantra and couldn't help but use it.

A white light appeared. Although the pain on his body did not weaken, Fu Qiang felt that his spirit was much calmer.

Concentrate on devouring the flying sword in your arm and fuse the flying sword into the fetus of Xinjian.

Huh...

Fu Qiang's physical changes made Ho Ying look surprised and confused in his eyes.

Swish...

What made Fu Qiang super tragic happened. Huo Yingshuang saw that Fu Qiang could still bear this pain, and actually wrapped a flying sword in the air with golden light.

Puff...

This time, Ho Yingshuang buried the flying sword in Fu Qiang's back and pressed against his spine.

"I x..." Fu Qiang cursed Ho Yingshuang in his heart, but now he has no way to speak, so he can only curse in the center.

Three flying swords were planted into the body at the same time. Even in a dream, Fu Qiang had never been so crazy. Now, the first time she planted a sword, she actually planted three flying swords.

Although his arms could not be stretched out, the magic tricks on Fu Qiang's hands became faster and faster. At the same time, the speed of silently reciting the Qing Mantra in his heart was getting faster and faster.

The white light generated by the Qingxin Curse enveloped Fu Qiang. Fu Qiang's blood and sweat were getting more and more, and slowly formed a blood mist, wrapping Fu Qiang up.

"kindness……"

Huo Yingshuang looked at Fu Qiang's hard support, but he had not even screamed. Seeing that Fu Qiang could still use his spiritual power to calmly swallow the flying sword in his body, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"Bite well." Ho Ying stretched out his hand, and a magic weapon appeared in his hand, then reached into Fu Qiang's mouth and said to Fu Qiang.

Blood had already flowed out of Fu Qiang's mouth. Perhaps Ho Yingshuang was afraid that Fu Qiang would bite his tongue and die of bleeding.

The fact is indeed as Ho Yingshuang thought. In order to protect himself, Fu Qiang had bitten his tongue and almost bit off just now.

Huh...

The entrance of the magic weapon cooled down, which suddenly made Fu Qiang's somewhat confused spirit excited. Fu Qiang knew that this was a magic weapon to improve his mental power, and he couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.

Unfortunately, the gratitude in Fu Qiang's heart had not appeared for long, and it immediately turned into infinite resentment, and he began to curse Huo Yingshuang again.

After putting the magic weapon in Fu Qiang's mouth, Huo Yingshuang actually broke through Fu Qiang's thighs and inserted two flying swords into Fu Qiang's legs.

Five swords were planted all over his body at the same time. Even when Fu Qiang was strong in his dream, he had never been so perverted.

The five swords were planted in his body, and Fu Qiang no longer had too much energy to think about other things. The pain of ten thousand ants devouring flesh and blood made Fu Qiang feel that there was an invisible hand in the air, which was as uncomfortable as if he wanted to pull his soul out of this body.

Pang...

Xiaoru, who had just woken up, had not yet stood up completely before she fell to the ground after seeing that Fu Qiang had five flying swords planted.

"Hey, can you still hold on?" Seeing the spiritual power on Fu Qiang's body madly swallowing the flying sword in his body under his operation, Huo Ying stared at Fu Qiang's two ribs, preparing to continue planting two flying swords there.

"Well..." Huo Yingshuang was about to take action when he suddenly saw Fu Qiang shaking. After a closer look, Fu Qiang's health was almost gone.

Huo Yingshuang reacted and immediately took out the pill for recovery of blood, pulled open the magic weapon in Fu Qiang's mouth, and let Fu Qiang swallow the pill for recovery of blood.

Swish...

Seeing Fu Qiang's life recovering, Huo Yingshuang stared at Fu Qiang's ribs and was about to move, and suddenly found a colorful light coming out of Fu Qiang's body.

The colorful light dispelled the red blood mist around the body, and then penetrated into the limbs and back.

The position of the sword planting on Fu Qiang's body immediately lit up. The colorful light merged into the position of the flying sword, and then quickly swallowed it at a speed visible to the naked eye, assisting the sword spirit power emitted by the Heart Sword Dao Title in Fu Qiang's body to transport the swallowed flying sword into the Heart Sword Dao Title.

"Ten Thousand Years of Lotus Root?" Looking at Fu Qiang's perverted body, Ho Ying showed a shocked expression on his eyes, and soon he thought of a treasure coming out.

After about half an hour, the flying sword planted by Fu Qiang completely disappeared and was completely integrated into the fetus of Fu Qiang's heart's sword.

"Run the Shushan Sword Array Technique for five great circles, and then continue." Huo Yingshuang looked at Fu Qiang, shocked, but his face was very calm, and he said coldly to Fu Qiang.

The Shushan Sword Formation was just passed by Huo Yingshuang to Fu Qiang, and this is not in the simple Shushan Sword Book that Fu Qiang got.

If it weren't for Fu Qiang's performance just now, Huo Yingshuang would have only taken out the Xuanyan Sword Array created by Xuanyan Hongmeng Real Person himself.

He swallowed five flying swords in half an hour. Even the Hongmeng real person back then did not show such a pervert.

Looking at Fu Qiang, who was sitting on the ground and running spiritual power according to the Shushan Sword Formation, Huo Yingshuang was excited, with a hazy mist in his eyes.

As long as Fu Qiang grows up well and rescues Hongmeng Zhenren from the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it will not be very difficult.

In Fu Qiang, Ho Yingshuang finally saw hope and hope to reunite with her husband.

After finishing the incense stick, Fu Qiang ran the Shushan Sword Array on his body for five great circles, and his body recovered as before, but he did not feel any comfort.

"Continue..." Before Fu Qiang could breathe a long sigh, Ho Yingshuang's voice rang in Fu Qiang's ears.

ah……

A grief sound came from the thatched hut. The sound sounded creepy and unbearable.

Fu Qiang's will was polished to a very tough one, which was just a fight against the situation where only a few swords were planted on his body.

But now, Fu Qiang had eight flying swords planted on his body with his hands, legs, chest, back, and ribs. He had not fainted from the pain, which was already shocking.

The game system's red alarm prompt kept flashing in Fu Qiang's mind, warning Fu Qiang over and over again.

If it weren't for the sword planting, Fu Qiang closed the protection order to force the offline, and the pain Fu Qiang had experienced now might have been kicked off the offline system long ago.

"I x..., you pervert..." Fu Qiang looked at Huo Yingshuang, who looked as beautiful as a flower, and no matter how he looked, he felt that she looked very ferocious.

"You can also insert two more flying swords on your legs, you can plant three on your back, and three on your chest..." Huo Ying's eyes showed madness, looking at Fu Qiang's body, and thinking about increasing the capacity of the flying sword in his heart.
Chapter completed!