Piao Tianwen    The huge demon shadow in the sky finally stopped after devouring hundreds of thousands of monsters. The pair of blood-red eyes became more and more fierce. The human cultivators who were less than a hundred people gathered together and looked up at the pair of blood-eyed demon eyes in horror. The silent pressure made people breathless. Even the masters present in the God Transformation Stage felt a sense of powerlessness, pale faces, and dared not move slightly. The strong sense of oppression and fear was heavy on everyone's heart, and some people were even trembling with fear.

The world was as quiet as death, and the remaining high-level demons and Jiu Jian didn't know where to hide, and they all disappeared out of thin air. Only a terrifying huge demon shadow was left on the dark sky, and the pair of bloody eyes that made people panic.

"Ah!" Suddenly, several screams. Under the terrifying pressure, three people were in a state of mind and fled toward the dark side like crazy. However, before the three people had escaped, three red lights with a breath of destruction shot down, and the force of blowing the three people was blown away, and they didn't even leave.

All the cultivators were shocked in their hearts, and they couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, their faces were ashamed. Han Yun's eyebrows also jumped twice. They were three masters in the Nascent Soul Stage. The demon eyes in the sky blinked for a moment and gave them a second. The red light of destruction was really domineering. Han Yun's figure flashed and appeared beside Chu Junchuo. The demon-squeezing stone blocked the two of them just in case. The demon shadow was so powerful that it was perverted. If it gave Chuchuo a moment, it would be impossible to find a place to cry.

Chu Junchuo turned his head and glared at Han Yun coldly, his eyes full of cold murderous aura, and the long sword on his back exuded a powerful sword intent. Han Yun just pretended not to know, and his body was still full of Buddha light. Bao Xiang whispered solemnly: "Follow me later, don't run around!"

Chu Junchuo's heart was slightly warm, but his expression was still cold and said indifferently: "Take care about yourself first, I said I would not let you go!"

Han Yun was stunned, a glimmer flashed across his face, and he said lightly: "Quochu, more than a hundred years have passed, do you still hate me?"

Chu Junchuo's nose was a little sour, he turned his face and said in a cold voice: "I wish I could tear you into pieces!"

Han Yun looked at Chu Junchuo's pink neck, sighed inwardly, and said lightly: "I understand!"

"What do you understand?" Chu Junchuo suddenly turned around, and Dianqi's eyes were full of murderous aura. If he hadn't met him by chance today, he would have thought how many hundred years would have been to find this hateful guy. Han Yun closed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Go on it!"

Chu Junchuo couldn't help but feel angry, and the chill on his pretty face became even heavier. This little thief was clearly playing a scoundrel and betting that he couldn't bear to take action. Chu Junchuo's bitterness of searching for Han Yun for more than a hundred years suddenly surged up, and the hatred accumulated for more than a hundred years suddenly burst out, pinching his fingers into a sword, and a little cold star formed between his fingers. Han Yun still closed his eyes, looking as if he was ready to die.

In such a dangerous and oppressive atmosphere, no one paid attention to the actions of this pair of enemies of life and death, except for Long Ruo. Long Ruo didn't know what happened between them, but there was a little nervousness in his heart, which he had never before. Even when facing death countless times, there was no more nervousness. But this time Chu Junchuo's sword finger made him nervous. Long Ruo's mood was very complicated. He hoped that Chu Junchuo's sword would kill Han Yun with a clean and neat sword, and he also hoped that she could take back the sword intent, because he understood that Chu Junchuo's sword might regret it for the rest of his life after stabbing it.

Chu Junchuo clenched his silver teeth, his sword was about to hit him, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his heart was fighting with heaven and man.

"I will hate you for the rest of my life... Han Yun, if you miss it today, I will never let you go!" Chu Junchuo's mind sounded in his mind. After saying this, he completely handed his body to the man in front of him. Thinking of the unforgettable stinging pain, with a trembling sword, the cold star slashed towards Han Yun's chest. Long Ruo's heart immediately raised, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

puff!

With a light sound, a sword intent penetrated through his back, and the robe quickly dyed red.

Han Yun opened his eyes wide, his gentle eyes fell on Chu Junchuo's pretty face, and he chuckled softly: "Congratulations to you, Chuchuo!"

Chu Junchuo's face was pale, and he stared at Han Yun's chest blankly. A small blood thread spurted out. Chu Junchuo covered his mouth in shock. The man's face in front of him became confused. She suddenly rushed over like crazy and hugged Han Yun tightly. Her two slender jade hands tightly covered the place where the blood was soaring, but a blood red spread on the blue and blue robe. Chu Junchuo was completely panicked and actually forgot to seal Han Yun's meridians first to stop the bleeding. Instead, he blocked it with his hands, tears rolling down. He didn't know what it felt.

Han Yun suddenly hugged Chu Junchuo with his backhand and hugged him hard. Chu Junchuo only felt that Han Yun's hands were like iron hoops to make him breathless. His chest was very hot and hot, so hot that it was about to melt himself. The familiar and long-lost masculine aura came to his face, and then his lips softened and his cherry lips were kissed deeply. Chu Junchuo did not resist, but his hands still held Han Yun's two wounds tightly. The bright red blood oozed out from the snow-white jade fingers, dyeing the yellow shirt on her chest red.

Chu Junchuo only felt Han Yun's lips getting colder and colder. Her heart felt ache, her throat became sweeter, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but surge up. Han Yun, who was closing his eyes and tasting Chu Junchuo's fragrant lips, suddenly opened his eyes wide open, and red blood was overflowing from the corners of both of them. Han Yun swallowed the mouth of blood and found that Chu Junchuo's body was soft. This scared Han Yun. A abundant spiritual power was injected into it, and he was almost knocked out by the powerful spiritual power running around in Chu Junchuo's body.

It turned out that Chu Junchuo's inner breath was in chaos under the agitation, and his heart was boiling, and his spiritual power rushed through the meridians in his body. This was commonly known as "going into a demon". Han Yun almost wanted to slap himself twice. If he knew that Chu Chuo loved him so deeply, he would not use this little cleverness to kill Han Yun, and used this bloody "bitter flesh plan". As the gentle wood-attributed spiritual power was continuously input, Chu Junchuo's chaotic inner breath slowly calmed down, and he vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, which made Han Yun's face and body covered.

"Quochuo!" Han Yun shouted in endless joy. Chu Junchuo's eyes were dull, and he trembled with his jade hand to wipe away the blood on Han Yun's face, and said softly: "Little thief, stupid little thief, why don't you avoid it? Are you thinking about it?"

Han Yun split his mouth and smiled: "There is a great sword in the world, and even the big thief can't escape it, let alone the little thief!"

Chu Junchuo smiled miserably and said, "It's good that this is good, so you, a thief, will not harm the woman alive!"

Han Yun couldn't help but look bitter and said, "Chochuo, I'm so bad in your heart?"

"Bad, you are just a bad guy who has been completely defeated. Chuochuo hated him for a hundred years and was searching for a hundred years!" Chu Junchuo spat out another stream of blood. Han Yun was shocked. When his spiritual power was exploring, his mind was shocked. Chu Junchuo's qi and blood that had already calmed down had become even worse. His heart veins were about to break. Han Yun was so scared that he obviously wanted to cut off his heart veins and die with him. Han Yun was so moved that his eyes were red and he hurriedly said: "Chochuo, I won't die. Don't do stupid things!"

The loud shout was like thunder. The cultivator who was originally trembling and at a loss was startled and turned his eyes to this side. The two huge demon pupils in the sky blinked twice, and suddenly made a sizzling sound. A huge blood-red cave entrance formed under the two demon pupils, as if a door of death was opened, and the dazzling red and white light was gathering rapidly. Everyone was stunned, looking up at the entrance of the cave becoming more and more dazzling, and the huge pressure became stronger and stronger.

I don’t know who released the defensive magic weapon first. The light of the magic weapon shone through the darkness in an instant. The lowest cultivation level of those who survived was also in the Golden Pill stage. Naturally, the magic weapons on them were not big roads. There were many magic weapons at the level of mysterious weapon, and there were even spiritual treasure chaotic treasure umbrellas, which defended the above heads as solid as gold. Everyone looked at the layers of advanced defensive magic weapons in the sky, and couldn’t help but feel relieved. They were a little sympathetic to Han Yun and others who had only the magic stones blocked their heads.

When Chu Junchuo heard Han Yun say he would not die, he showed doubt in his eyes, and shook his head and said, "Cunning little thief, don't deceive me again!"

Han Yun was anxious, and Chu Junchuo didn't stop, and his heart veins were about to break quickly. In desperation, he pounded his silly twice at the position of the wound, making a bang sound: "Look, it's really okay!"

Chu Junchuo's face turned pale and he said anxiously: "No!" He exhaled a little blood again. Han Yun hurriedly stopped the fist that wanted to continue knocking, and said, "Don't be anxious, I won't knock it anymore. I believe your little thief will die now, right?"

Chu Junchuo's pale face couldn't help but turn red, then suddenly woke up something, his eyes widened, his hands pinched the sword and pointed it at Han Yun's eyebrows: "Shameless thief, if you can't die, you'll stab it again!"

Han Yun easily held Chu Junchuo's sword finger, which looked uberent but intangible, and said, "One sword is enough. You may not be able to kill the thief if you get your second sword. At that time, Chuchuo had no place to cry!"

"Bah!" Chu Junchuo spat lightly, trying to pull his finger back, but Han Yun held it with a stern face and refused to let go. Lin Junchuo's pretty face turned red, his breasts fell, and the clothes on his chest were stained red by Han Yun's blood. It was particularly eye-catching in the ups and downs. Han Yun's attention was decisively seduced.

Chu Junchuo noticed Han Yun’s current strangeness. He looked down and couldn’t help but sigh lightly. He pushed Han Yun out with a palm and cursed: “Vague!”
Chapter completed!