"boom--"

As Fei Hou finished speaking, the void was filled with a huge snow-white aura, like the wind sweeping away the remaining clouds, colliding with the gray and black demonic aura.

The black and white auras were fiercely confronted, and the entire Su Mansion was instantly razed to the ground by the aftermath, hundreds of feet in a radius and the fields were empty.

The patrolling disciples had already noticed the movement here, and at the secret command of Ji Xuanqing, they transported the unconscious Shui Luoze to a distance.

"Transmission...communication...underground..." Shui Luoze was confused and repeated certain words, and all the disciples were attracted by the duel and never noticed them.

"Ye Qixin has a lot of experience in teaching his disciples. There is a Liu Wuxie in the open, and there is a you in the open." Ji Xuanqing said lightly, "But he is really willing to give up and actually sends you to an undercover agent."

She stood above Chilong's head, and the flying sword in her hand was like a blooming snow and moonlight, splashing casually, with the sword light intersecting horizontally and vertically across the four fields.

"The fairy praised me for my great cause and my master didn't even care about personal gains and losses. How could he care about my life?"

A shadow of a beast rose from behind Fei Hou. His right hand was in the shape of a dragon claw. Whenever a sword light hit, he would tear the void with a light wave, causing the sword light to break from the middle. The movement was simple and efficient, without wasting a single effort.

His left hand was holding a strange trick. Every time he moved lightly, a large area of ​​snow-white aura was destroyed and disappeared.

It was the finishing touch that the Canglong was so brilliant that he used it. These two moves firmly held Ji Xuanqing's offensive and counterattacked several times in between.

This person is so powerful, neither for fame nor for profit. Just because Dongdu needs it, he is willing to be undercover Jianzhai for more than ten years. His perseverance in his heart and tenacity in his will are far beyond his peers.

So Ji Xuanqing said such a sentence before the war started. She was confident that she would not lose, but she was not sure to win. Fei Hou was obviously not the Grandmaster of Tribulation. She was on the same level as her and was the strongest sword cultivator at the same level, which was enough to prove that Fei Hou was powerful.

The two of them fought for more than ten rounds, but no one could do anything to each other, but they destroyed the Su Mansion even more thoroughly.

Suddenly, the dragon under Ji Xuanqing's feet poked out like an arrow, and its huge body did not affect its flexibility at all. The dragon's neck cracked halfway through, and another dragon head grew, and the twin heads bit it away.

At the same time, Ji Xuanqing raised his sword forward, and his momentum was like a flying immortal flying from the sky.

"Ao—"

Fei Hou frowned slightly, and his hands were both claw-like, and he looked forward. The ancient beast let out a silent howl, and his claws also stumbled forward, one claw, and one claw penetrated into the mouth of Chilong's large dragon like a poisonous snake, pierced through it, and then suddenly tore it to both sides. Chilong was torn apart from it, scattering into a scattered snow-white aura.

However, the snow-white auras suddenly separated on both sides, and the snow-like figure and the flying sword penetrated out. Fei Hou's claws had not yet been retracted at this time. It was the old force that was exhausted and the new force had not yet emerged. The cold light at the tip of the sword stinged his eyes. He groaned, and the demonic energy rushed to his chest.

With a muffled sound, the snow sword pierced into the skin, and Fei Hou took advantage of this slight force to fly backwards.

Ji Xuanqing refused to let go and pushed forward hundreds and thousands of feet apart one after another. Fei Hou finally borrowed strength from the roof of a house, and his body suddenly stopped. His chest shook, and the demonic energy rushed back along the snow sword.

clang!

Ji Xuanqing took a few steps back, his arm shook, and the flying sword made a clear sword sound, shaking the demonic energy, then closed his eyes and opened his lips slightly.

Fei Hou raised his forehead slightly, his expression suddenly changed, and his body jumped backward, but it was nowhere near. In his spiritual consciousness, the void suddenly became clear, and all the tangible and invisible objects were torn apart by countless invisible sword energy, including himself. His expression was calm, and he twisted the strange magic seal with his left hand, aiming at Ji Xuanqing with a heavy blow.

The two of them spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down, which happened to fall on a street.

Ji Xuanqing's hair was a little bit off, and strands of naughty hair were dancing, and apart from that, she was still spotless. Her face was as pale as paper, and she slowly stood up and wiped away the red blood on her lips.

Fei Hou was even more miserable, with fine wounds all over his body, constantly oozing blood. If the Cang Beast had not been under most of the attack, he would have died on the spot.

"I'm really no match!" He praised sincerely, "I had the honor to see this move before asking my heart that year. At that time, Zhenren Ye praised it endlessly. I was outside and could not appreciate the mystery of this move. I didn't expect that it was so amazing. Can I know its name?"

"The dust is gone!"

A snow-white aura emerged from Ji Xuanqing's feet, holding her slowly floating in the air, but did not evolve into Chilong.

Fei Hou's blood barely stopped. He went into the air together, unable to stand up because of the damage to the magic body. He hunched over and said, "What a dust is gone. In my guess, it should be the derivative sword move of the fairy's sword intent. I have many regrets in my life. One is that I was born as a demon cultivator, the other is that I cannot see the scenery of the world, and the third is that I am obsessed with the sword intent."

A crazily demonic energy soared into the sky from his body, but he took a flying sword in his hand: "Fei is not talented, he has been learning for more than ten years. Yu Jiandao has gained something and created a move. I want to ask the fairy to taste it!"

"I hope I can see..." He put on a sword posture, "The complete form of the fairy's sword intent!"

His sword was awkward and hunched over, which was very ugly.

Ji Xuanqing was solemn and nodded softly: "You can see that Chilong is not the true form, it is rare to be valuable. My sword intention is to measure the world with my mind, to make principles based on standards, to take laws and regulations as the main principles, and to take precepts as the priority. Take a word for law and establish the meaning as the prohibition, so it is a prohibition..."

The sound of chains came from Fei Hou's ears, and he saw several chains of silver and white wrists interlaced horizontally and vertically. At the core of the chain, his demonic energy and aura suddenly subsided, and half of them were pressed back into the magic body.

At this moment, in the range of the chain, the wind vanished, the air stagnated, and time seemed to solidify.

"Dancing a sword in front of the empty mountain, and dancing a sword in the autumn rain..."

Fei Hou half opened his eyes and barely raised his sword: "Stand and dance, sit and dance, and dance...Dance in the alleys of the ancient city, smoke and flower dance in the capital, and dance in the drunken dream..."

In the almost solidified time and space, he danced a sword flower very slowly: "Dancing a good sword!"

The next moment, with Fei Hou as the center, like a blooming stamen, thousands of sword flowers suddenly bloomed, with a crisp sound, and the void shattered like a mirror, and the sound of wind, air, and time almost resumed flowing at the same time.

Fei Hou broke through the shackles of the forbidden law and suddenly straightened his back: "Dance is shocking!"

The stamens bloomed several times, and then there were several crisp sounds, and the silver-white chains suddenly broke.

Ji Xuanqing's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and finally no longer retained, but the broken chains stretched independently, one by one, one by one, and gradually tightened in the sound of ding ding ding ding ding.

"Um!"

Fei Hou let out a muffled groan and couldn't help but spew a mouthful of blood. The void seemed to be compressed by chains and moaned unbearable. The sword flower became more and more anxious, more and more chaotic, and gradually became disorganized.

His sword ultimately failed to touch Ji Xuanqing.

Gradually, his sword could no longer be swung, and his arm was as heavy as if it was carrying a mountain. Every inch of his movement made him panting.

Finally, he withdrew his sword and bowed and said, "In this way, my wish is over. Please give me some pleasure!"

Ji Xuanqing whispered: "Are there any last words?"

Fei Hou smiled and said, "It is not my wish to be a demon cultivator. I like Jianzhai better than Dongdu. Finally, I told Luo Ze for me that I couldn't stand him."

Ji Xuanqing gently tapped the thorn, and when his mind moved, the chains suddenly tightened.

When she killed Fei Hou, she felt a little relieved, and a deep feeling of fatigue followed. She fell to the city and several disciples came. She told her some things and let them go, but she never mentioned the purpose of Fei Hou sneaking into Zhaoyang City.

...

At the beginning of noon, that is, at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Xichang City, King Jing’s Hou Hall.

Feng Yue is getting stronger and stronger when he is old, and the joy of bed can still last for more than half an hour. Most monks reach this age, even if their physical condition is not hindered, their mentality will not be young anymore, so it is difficult for them to retain their enthusiasm for the first time.

The clouds and rains stopped, and the wind was holding the dancer's tent and came down from the bed, and ordered people to prepare wine and food to eat with this beauty.

"Ling Fei, who are you? Your parents can stay at home. If you have any needs, you can bring it up. I will satisfy you one by one." Feng Yue for some reason, the more he sees this girl, the more he likes her. This girl is deeply aware of the way to please him and serve him comfortably.

The dancer is born to be good at this. She is dressed as a slut on the bed and a pure and ignorant girl under the bed. They are all her unique skills she has trained through twitching and rolling.

The dancer didn't say anything, poured a glass of wine, raised her green onion and white jade fingers, and raised her over to Feng Yue. Her beautiful eyes were as silk as silk, and she seemed very shy and didn't dare to look at him.

Feng Yue saw from her eyes that this woman had been completely conquered by him. This is not surprising. Although he is middle-aged in appearance, he is also very heroic. In addition, he is unparalleled in courage. It is too easy to conquer a woman.

"Hey!" He didn't accept the wine.

The dancer had to lift the cup to his lips.

Feng Yue smiled and shook his head: "Use your mouth!"

"King!" The dancer blushed and shouted without hesitation.

But as Feng Yue insisted, she had to take a sip shyly, gently approach Feng Yue, and her lips met.

Feng Yue felt the fragrance left in his mouth, and he couldn't taste it enough. After this, a pot of wine quickly came to an end.

"Come, give me wine!"

"The king doesn't pity others..." The dancer said with a little resentment.

Feng Yue couldn't help laughing: "Okay, let me pity you, I will feed you this time!"

The wine was delivered quickly, but it was a naive face.

Feng Yue's mind suddenly woke up from the gentle country. He poked out his spiritual sense and there was no foreign object in the wine. He waved his hand and asked the person who delivered the wine to go down.

Of course, he could not have seen all the disciples of Feng Yue's lineage, but most of the people who went to the battle this time were given guidance from him, so he could not have no impression.

"King, what's wrong with you?" The maiden saw Feng Yue falling into deep thought, and her heart stumbled slightly.

Feng Yue waved his hand with a smile, and indeed took the wine pot and drank it all over. Then he lifted up the dancer's smooth chin and wanted to feed her.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was blown open from the outside to the inside, and a voice came from far to near: "Senior brother, be careful, there is poison in the wine!"
Chapter completed!