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Chapter six hundred and sixty-eight heart disorder

It has to be mentioned that in this pure martial arts plane, monks such as Taoist cultivation, Confucian cultivation or ghost cultivation are actually the most advantageous.

Especially when facing these local figures...

For practitioners with completely different systems, it is already quite good that these warriors can exert 80% of their strength.

For example, now, even though Shi Feixuan has reached the highest level of spiritual harmony, Su Jing's Taoist cultivation skills are still rising. In just two or three months, he is almost like a transformation. At least, he uses his spiritual consciousness to pull up his body, flying towards the Zangdian Tower like a dead object.

Shi Feixuan couldn't notice it at all.

Seeing that Su Jing had entered the Zangdian Tower under his cover, Murong Ruo looked at the righteous girl in front of her. She was still full of excitement at this moment. She was in a concentrated alert and even more eager to try. Obviously, she was probably mostly happy about the enemy's invasion or something.

Just because... I finally got a place to use it all.

This little girl doesn't look as gentle as her appearance. She can't say she's also a girl who likes excitement.

Although the two are of the same age, Murong Ruo naturally surpassed Shi Feixuan in terms of temperament or experience, so when he looked at her, he looked like he was looking at the little sister who needed to be taken care of in the door.

She Murong Ruo, but she was originally a beauty party and was born to like those beautiful people or things.

You can imagine Brother Su's evaluation of this girl and his contempt in his words...

Murong Ruo really couldn't imagine that such a cute little girl would become a fake, white lotus-like figure.

"Why don't this girl speak? Could it be that she doesn't want to retreat... If you really don't want to retreat, then you can't say it, Fei Xuan can only force you to go out."

Shi Feixuan slowly raised the Se Kong Jian, and a nervous look appeared on her face. More often than not, she felt a stimulating and excited feeling. At this moment, she did not want Murong Ruo to retreat on her own initiative.

A strange smile appeared on Murong Ruo's face... How could he say that Wuyi was holding most of Cihang Jingzhai's disciples. With her martial arts, if she wanted, she could kill all those people. It would be easy to hold them back.

Brother Su has already sneaked into the Tibetan script tower. It can be seen from the performance of the little girl Shi Feixuan. Anyone who has treasures in Cihang Jingzhai must be hidden in the Tibetan script tower... Then his task is very simple, drag Shi Feixuan here.

"Little girl, look at the sword!"

The Ice Wolf Sword, which had been unsheathed, had a cold edge... It buzzed gently on the blade.

Shi Feixuan's breathing suddenly stopped unconsciously, and only his own true energy could resonate with the sword blade. This girl, who is about the same age as her, is probably more powerful than her imagination.

Just thinking about...

While concentrating on alert, his eyes suddenly became dazed, and he felt that the cold atmosphere suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was the spring of March, and flowers bloomed on the ridge. This beautiful sister was standing among the mountains and flowers, smiling at herself with a cordial smile.

No...not right!!!

The sword scripture relies on cultivating the mind, but in the blink of an eye, Shi Feixuan had already noticed that he had fallen into the other person's hub without realizing it.

The Ice Wolf Sword's injuries are difficult to heal, so the best way is to use your true energy to cure the injuries.

Otherwise, she would have to die even if she was bleeding.

"You are probably the first one to be injured by my Ice Wolf Sword, although it is also the stupidest."

Murong Ruo sighed.

"I... I actually just suddenly realized something, and it felt like the state of sword heart clear... it was clear."

Shi Feixuan defended and watched the enemy who was so close to him squat in front of him to heal his wounds.

There was a faint fragrance like an orchid that penetrated into the nose.

Her pretty face became hot inexplicably hot, and she was always the mature posture of her senior sister. She was suddenly treated as an immature girl...
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