The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 531 Meng Feiyang

In the forest, bamboo leaves are flying, and the afterglow of the setting sun is draped on Xiang Yang's Xiongwu's body, with a touch of gold, like the most burly and undefeated god of war in the world.

Slowly withdrew his right hand, flicked his fingers to disperse the blood drops between his fingers, bent down to take the Fire Mist Iron Token from a young and heroic man, and sighed helplessly.

In the past ten days, ten young and promising youths called themselves Meng Feiyang, and they came to him with a natural attitude to get the fire fog iron order.

These ten people are either handsome and handsome sunny men, or handsome youngsters, or burly and domineering owls, each with its own charm and extraordinary.

Martial arts are also second-rate, and there is one martial art that can be called a master. Unfortunately, they are all fakes.

In the face of counterfeit goods who want to deceive him and the roadblock that prevents him from obtaining the magical power of the silkworm, Xiang Yang is merciless and leaves his magic finger between their eyebrows. This kind of martial arts is considered small There is benefit.

"Xiang Yang, in the past ten days you have killed ten young masters of my Holy Cult, and each of them is one of the best in a hundred. I really can't figure it out, how do you know that they are not Meng Feiyang?

If you saw their disguise in advance, why did you hand over the Fire Mist Iron Token to them? "

The whirlwind scattered the fallen leaves, and a beauty in red with cherry lips and peach cheeks stepped on embroidered shoes and came slowly with a slender waist. She paused every step, her posture was graceful, and her body exuded an intoxicating fragrance like an orchid.

"I have my own means of identification, but I also have some puzzles. Although these ten people are not considered to be talented, they can be regarded as talents. No matter how big your family business is, if you lose these ten people, you will probably lose them." It's a pain in the ass."

Xiang Yang is no stranger to the woman in red who appeared. For ten days, this woman has been waiting for an opportunity to find his flaws. Unfortunately, even though the other party is good at killing, facing the gap in strength like a natural moat, she has nothing at all.

"If they are really capable, they won't be beheaded by the arrester. Moreover, if they can get the help of the arrester, even if they die twenty more, it is worth it."

Nightingale's heart was bleeding, but she still showed a free and easy appearance on the surface. She could only carry out the orders from above, and she was not qualified to question them.

Of these ten people, several were experts from the Rain Division that she was familiar with, and the others were also outstanding talents in the teaching. Now that they were all killed by Xiang Yang, she couldn't even imagine who could take on this responsibility.

"My patience is limited. If there is another time, and the matter between us ends here, even if Meng Feiyang really finds him and wants to get back the Fire Mist Token in my hand, it will be impossible."

Xiang Yang's eyelids drooped, and he put the fire mist order back into his arms, without turning his head, he walked towards the outside of the bamboo forest in big strides, talking as he walked.

Repeated expectations and repeated disappointments have almost worn out his patience. Zoroastrian Cult's repeated temptations made him tireless. If it didn't work, he went directly to Qianjun.

The nightingale in red stood there blankly, watching Xiang Yang's back gradually disappear, feeling a little irritable in her heart, she stepped on the spot a few times in small steps, full of entanglements.

Meng Feiyang is the Son of God, if his important event is really delayed, can he afford it?

This is a game played by the top leaders of the church, and she hastily got involved in it. If she settles the score after the fall, it may not end well.

Just as he was hesitating whether to make a suggestion to Master Yu, a big hand silently pressed gently on Nightingale's fragrant shoulder. It was warm and powerful, but it made her hairs stand up and she was almost suffocated.

The pupils shrank to the limit, and it was unbelievable that someone could get so close to her who was proficient in assassination and lurking. Even if Xiang Yang was excellent in martial arts, he would not be able to do this step, but now someone has done it.

"The skin is creamy and fat, and it is so beautiful. The killer of the Rain Division is very good-looking, but you and Xu Che almost ruined my big business. This debt has to be settled, and it starts with you."

Nightingale turned her head slowly and saw an ordinary man with a smile on the corner of his mouth staring at her with a pair of eyes as bright as a galaxy, her heart skipped a beat.

He is very strange, and has never met before, but from his deep words, one can guess his identity, one of the three holy sons of Zoroastrianism, Meng Feiyang, an existence that may dominate Zoroastrianism in the future.

In terms of appearance, Meng Feiyang is really not handsome, with ordinary features and a medium build, even inferior to Xiang Yang, who has plummeted in appearance, and he will never be recognized in a crowd of people.

But a person's appearance is only the outside, and the core is the key.

Meng Feiyang looks ordinary, but anyone who takes a look at him will never ignore him. The light in those eyes and the aura exuding from the inside out of the whole person are like clouds in the sky, gathering and dispersing indefinitely. Explored, but couldn't get started.

Unexpectedly, he really came, risking the possibility of being designed by the gods to catch him, and rushed all the way from Qianjun to Qingjiang Mansion in Yanxi in ten days. sex.

The clothes that were as red as fiery clouds were instantly torn apart by zhenqi, revealing a proud bust in the chilly dusk, with nightingale eyes like silk, a look that you can pick and choose.

Right now, Meng Feiyang's tone was not kind. It was obvious that he wanted to settle the matter. Nightingale quickly made her own choice, saving her life was the most important thing.

A killer is not a dead man. An excellent killer must have already calculated his escape route before the mission starts.

The best weapon for a woman is never martial arts, but the body. Nightingale can stand out from the crowd of killers. Her extraordinary appearance and figure account for half of the factors. She has her own unique advantages in killing and saving her life.

Facing this scene, more than half of the men might not be able to control it. Lust is a common problem of men, and it is also a male instinct. There is no man who does not love women, unless there are psychological or physical problems.

However, Meng Feiyang is not an ordinary person, he also loves women, but his incomparable willpower allows him to suppress all lust and irrelevant thoughts.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth remained the same, but a ball of flames suddenly rose in the eyes.

What greeted Nightingale's good intentions was not the caress that wandered all over her body, but the steaming heat that stimulated the flesh and blood. The bursting and unbearable true energy poured into Nightingale's body, instantly destroying her whole body. Her meridians were cut off, and her dantian was broken. just start.

As time passed, Nightingale's delicate face became distorted, her pupils dilated, her milk-like skin was as red as cooked prawns, and her whole body exuded a fragrance.

But it was no longer the aroma of orchids, but the smell of meat, the smell of roasted meat.

"Master Yu, Xu Che, our business is not over yet, but the next thing to do is to get back the Huowu Token. After ten years, a whole ten years, is it finally going to return to the original owner? Xiang Yang, where are you? What about holy?"

Meng Feiyang tapped lightly with his fingertips, and Nightingale's body was directly driven by a strong wind to fly to a bamboo tip in the rear, passing through it like skewered meat on a bamboo skewer.

The next moment, Meng Feiyang disappeared in place, and now he wants the Huowu Order.

(End of this chapter)