"Chi Chi" sounded several times, all the black veils wrapped in Feng Caifei were torn to pieces, and the scarf on her face also disappeared with the wind. On her body, she was wearing a very strange long skirt, a blue-purple raw material, and colorful lights were used to weave a flying phoenix. The phoenix's blood-colored eyes exuded a blood-devouring state.

Her snow-white face, reflected the lights of lights floating in, became more and more pale. Perhaps it was because she had not taken off the scarf for more than ten years. This color was very abnormal. Wind eyes, spiritual nose, autumn eyebrows, cherry lips, and she threw away her expression. This was clearly a beautiful and charming beauty. Who would have thought that she would be Mo Junchou's junior sister and the leader of the Feng clan.

As early as twenty years ago, her reputation had been spread in the ancient martial arts world for a while.

But just as she was enjoying happiness, her father died and her husband died. The tragic pain forced her to choose another way, violated the clan rules and practiced the mysterious scriptures privately. Over the past ten years, she has not been much better than Mo Jun's sorrow. She ran around and hid in Tibet, and never had a comfortable life.

The only thought that supported her to survive was this hatred burning in her heart.

The man in front of her ruined everything.

Mo Junchou's sword was tightly clenched, but there was a kind of obsession in his eyes, just like after a long separation, he met his first love again, and felt inexplicably excited.

"Junior sister, you are still so beautiful and so perfect."

Eighteen years later, she was still full of incomparable charm as she was eighteen years ago. Back then, he was sinking into this charm and unable to extricate himself, so he did such a disaster.

"The charming power is boundless!"

Feng Caifei turned a deaf ear to Mo Junchou's appreciation, but the bright color in his eyes became more and more gentle. With the charming power, the power of the Xuanmei Jing had already begun to dance. The Xuanmei Jing was confusing and charming. Once it was completed, there were probably few people in the world who could resist this temptation.

Bit competition put aside the power of the Xuanmei Sutra, all the practitioners are sexy beauties who are fascinating to the whole country. Whether it is Feng Caifei in front of you or Nie Yunqian who is practicing, they are all such people.

Mo Junchou's eyes flashed with a dazed look. A sharp blade like a finger suddenly stabbed over, awakening him instantly and rolled on the spot. The knife condensed into an air still left a bloody mouth on his arm.

"Junior sister, you are so cruel. Even if you don't love me, I have been infatuated with you for the past twenty years, and you shouldn't have done such a cruel move."

"My father has raised you for twenty years, and he is also full of love. Why can you poison him? Mo Junxue, don't use the excuse of loving me. People like you talk about love, that is the defilement of love, die!"

"Junior sister, the past has passed, why don't we let go of all grudges and start from scratch, I will make you the happiest person in the world."

Feng Caifei's cold eyes and cold light were even more murderous. She stayed with Nie Yunqian for five years just to use her charming spirit to practice the mysterious charming scripture. For today, she has paid too much and sacrificed too much, so it is impossible for this man to let go.

The charming aura was getting stronger and was about to pounce on her. She was confident that she could control Mo Junchou's sword intent, but suddenly her steps stopped, and a fiery abnormal movement surged in her body. She frowned. Mo Junchou on the opposite side laughed loudly and said, "Junior sister, do you feel a little uncomfortable? I forgot to tell you that I put a soul-absorbing pill in the wine I gave you just now. People said that this soul-absorbing pill was very ecstatic, but few people knew that the soul-absorbing pill developed by the soul-absorbing pill was even more ecstatic."

The word "despicable." was spit out from his lips, but he didn't expect that after 18 years, this man who was crazy about swords and deviled for love would become like this. Feng Caifei was not sad about his own deception, but was sad about not fulfilling his father's instructions. Even when his father died, he did not blame this disciple. He hoped that one day, he could turn back and turn back.

But now it seems that my father's wish will eventually fail.

"Junior sister, I know you blame me, but this is my long wish in this life. I must get you and the heart of the phoenix. I must practice the immortal sword and become the happiest and most powerful man in the world."

The abrupt sound of "Shidai" came from one side. Ning Caichen walked slowly over while putting his mouth on his face, putting his hands behind him, and shook his head gently.

"Ning Caichen, is it you?"

"The world is so small, Mo Junchou, we're meeting again."

"Boy, I don't have the mood to pay attention to you at this moment. If you don't want to die, get out of here, otherwise tomorrow will be your day of worship."

Ning Caichen sneered and said, "Mo Junchou, I always thought you were crazy about swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that you were such a crazy and shameless person. I really looked down on you too much in the past."

Mo Junchou's eyes were like a poisonous snake, staring at Ning Caichen with a murderous intent and shouting: "Boy, it seems you have to be looking for death, I will accept you all."

Feng Caifei sat cross-legged with a "hmm" and shouted: "Yu Caichen, he has already realized the authenticity of swordsmanship. Be careful. I am poisoned and cannot help you deal with it.

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Ning Caichen couldn't help but look at Feng Caifei more, and asked with almost no hope of sending a letter: "You are Xiaoqian's master."

Feng Caifei nodded and said with certainty: "Yes, I am, my name is Cai Fengfei."

I really didn't expect that the woman who had been silent and had a black robe would be such a beautiful young woman with a mysterious and charming spirit. She looked like her face was as rosy as fire, beautiful and charming as she was. Even a gentle look was fascinating and irresistible.

"Boy, die." Seeing that Ning Caichen and Feng Caifei were so close, Mo Junchou was furious and his sword was revealed, and he had already pounced towards Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen was stunned, thinking that this old guy was still jealous.

"Senior Feng is good at using his skills to detoxify. I'll let me deal with this old guy." Ning Caichen's body was full of spiritual energy, but his mouth was full of flowers: "It seems a bit inappropriate to call you senior. Why not call me sister? Sister Feng is so beautiful, she is just a young woman in her thirties."

Sure enough, when he heard Ning Caichen's mouth, Mo Jun was furious. The attacking sword force actually trembled, and most of the power was exerted, without a powerful sword intent.

With a "ding bell" sound, the sword was bounced away. Ning Caichen asked deliberately: "Mo Junchou, hide in the street of spring, are you venting too much on women? You are not in a state of innocence!"

"Boy, you deserve to die."

As a powerful swordsman, he has a kind of arrogance. In his life, he fell in love with his junior sister very morbidly, so how could he find those dirty women and be slandered by Ning Caichen in front of his junior sister like this? How could he not be angry?

But he also knew that although this young man was young, it was not easy to deal with. It was proved in the last battle that the sword with solid energy was not inferior to his sword skills.

Even the last explosion caused him to be subjected to a heavy sword. The reason why he did not kill strongly these days was because his injuries had not healed. Otherwise, he would have killed all the Dark Death Guardian who had surrounded him.

After calming down, the sword will be made, Ning Caichen's pressure increased greatly.

"Wuji Spiritual Sword!"

Ning Caichen roared, and the spiritual energy transformed. Twelve mother-child swords emerged from the shape of a mother-child sword, and rushed towards Mo Junchou. Mo Junchou did not retreat but advanced instead. He picked up his sword force and broke in between such a sword formation. I have to say that although this old guy is not very good, he is really powerful.

"Look at the sword!" Mo Junchou's sword can transform into a sword body of a dagger, and each can kill people.

Ning Caichen did not dare to neglect. He reclaimed the spiritual energy on his body and swung it out again. Twelve sword bodies came out. There were a series of explosions. The two swords collided again, and sparks flew everywhere, and Mo Junchou was forced to retreat three steps.

Anger, murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and a violent anger. Perhaps Ning Caichen's appearance broke his good things and turned his eighteen years of hard work into emptiness. Therefore, his murderous intent was stronger than last time, and he seemed to want to tear Ning Caichen to pieces.

Seeing that Mo Junchou's sword energy increased again, Ning Caichen knew that this old guy was venting all his anger on him, and the next sword might reach the extreme.

With his arms trembling, the two dragon auras hidden between his arms suddenly emerged, two gold and black dragons intertwined with two different lights, and in this night, half of the sky was shining.

Mo Junchou felt a powerful force and rushed over to the sky and the earth, but at this moment, the sword had already come out and was unable to recover it. He could only move forward and never stop until death.

The dragon roared and the tiger roared. Under Ning Caichen's thoughts, the two dragons rushed towards Mo Junchou. The sword force was vented and slashed towards the two dragons. Unfortunately, the two dragons, who had a spiritual body, were not afraid of the sword energy at all. The sword was vented, and the illusion body was still there. The forward pounce did not continue and hit Mo Junchou's chest.

Two dull sounds, Mo Junchou retreated suddenly, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but the sword in his hand was still tightly held and shouted in a deep voice: "Boy, what is that thing that can hurt me?"

I also want to know what that is, Ning Caichen thought to himself, but he deliberately said, "Mo Junchou, you are really ignorant. This is my true body. Don't you?"

"Impossible, how could your original true body turn into a dragon form? It is absolutely impossible, unless you are the true body of the holy dragon, how could you be the true body of a holy dragon? Boy, let me see your fake dragon body!"

Mo Jun roared wildly and pounced towards Ning Caichen again.

The sword in his hand was even more ruthless than the last time. The move of a thousand killings was full of sword intent, and it was almost impossible to defeat everything and kill everything. This was Mo Junchou's true strength. As soon as the sword came out, his figure disappeared.

Ning Caichen discovered that not only in front of him, but also behind him, sword energy appeared on both sides, and swords from all directions attacked each other, which meant that he wanted to kill him with one sword.

"Spiritual Sword Dragon Shape."

The Wuji Spiritual Sword, with dragon-shaped phantoms, and the dragon sword combined, two different spiritual patterns formed, and suddenly became golden, half golden and half black. Two virtual dragons attached to the sword body, allowing Ning Caichen to feel a power that he had never had before, very powerful.
Chapter completed!