The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

A remnant cloud covered the sun, and everything was shrouded in grayness. The sky was as bright red as if dyed with rouge!

In Fu Yaxuan's slender hands, ten crystal clear nails moved towards Long Jiantian's claws, "Hey!" The ten crystal clear nails touched Long Jiantian's clothes on both sides as soon as Fang Yi, even though he felt a burst of pain. With the excruciating pain of piercing the skin, the sides of the long clothes were slashed into two slits as if facing the edge of a sword, and blood burst out for a moment, dyeing the yellow clothes red.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but let out an exclamation!

Fu Yaxuan's move is exactly one of the most exquisite dragon's eight claws in the "Kende Magic Art", and its power is astonishing.

"Good martial arts! I didn't expect Princess Yi to be a real person without showing her face." Long Jiannan lowered his body, his breath pierced his dantian, although his knees trembled under the strong pressure, he firmly endured it.

"Everyone, each other!" Fu Yaxuan clasped his fists.

But at this moment, Long Jiantian's ferocious face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and a pair of thin hands were like bird claws, grabbing Fu Yaxuan's shoulders on both sides.

At the same time as she entered, Fu Yaxuan immediately felt the two sharp forces attacking her body, and the strength of her own body protection was the first to be overwhelmed, as if a pair of steel drills were stabbing violently. It is about to break through!

Fu Yaxuan couldn't help being startled at the thought of it.

It should be noted that the more masters fight against each other, the shorter the time. At this moment, Long Jiantian probably already knows Fu Yaxuan's basic skills and methods, so he is about to launch a fierce attack.

"careful!"

Everyone can see that Long Jiantian's next move must be extremely fierce, how dare he be careless in the slightest!

"Okay!" Fu Yaxuan snorted angrily, raised his arms suddenly, and forcibly broke away from Long Jiantian's restraint, feeling pain in his heart.

Long Jiantian hurriedly extended his palms, and at this moment, Cui Moyao rushed forward, coincidentally meeting Long Jiantian's palms.

"Don't compete with him!" Long Shengnan shouted in panic.

But it was too late, Cui Moyao's foot was not stable, his feet slid back and forth like oil, and the ground was also like quicksand, with smoke and dust flying up, leaving two deep scratches.

Han Gao rushed forward quickly, and pressed his palms on Cui Moyao's back. The strength and momentum of these two masters can be imagined.

Unexpectedly, after the two of them gathered all their strength, Long Jiantian not only didn't fall down, he didn't even retreat.

"Add me!" Lu Qiuhong also rushed forward and put her hand on Han Gao's back.

"Count me in." Fu Yaxuan also joined the team against Long Jiantian.

"Count the two of us!" Long Shengnan also rushed over, and slapped Fu Yaxuan on the back with both palms with all his strength, Xia Zhilin rushed over, and slapped Long Shengnan on the back with both palms with all his strength.

They gathered the strength of six masters, and their strength became stronger and stronger. Beads of sweat rolled down their heads, and they exhausted all their strength.

Long Jiantian's body was trembling, but his feet were as firm as Mount Tai, as if they were nailed to the ground, they did not move at all, but dense sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

"He won't last long." Lu Qiuhong smiled.

Fu Yaxuan didn't think so, Long Jiantian's internal strength was beyond their imagination, and she wanted to see how high his internal strength could be.

"I didn't expect you to secretly practice the evil skill of 'Magic Power God's Palm'!" Long Shengnan finally saw Long Jiantian's martial arts methods, and he was even more horrified.

"Magic God Palm" is a long-lost evil martial art in the martial arts. It was created by the great devil Dongfang Iron Fist. Although this martial art is in harmony with yin and yang, it can only be practiced with the blood of 49 virgins. , this kind of palm has infinite power, it can cut mountains and rocks, and is invincible.

Those who had heard of the "Magic God's Palm" were all astonished and turned pale with fright.

"A robber actually talked to me about righteousness and evil? Skill is good, incompetence is evil, and they have always been winners and losers since ancient times!"

Long Jiantian suddenly let out a muffled snort, and gathered all his strength in his palms. Cui Moyao, Fu Yaxuan and the others felt a strong force rushing towards them. They were all rushed out by this force, and fell to the ground one by one. , I lost all strength and could no longer stand up.

Long Jiantian looked at them condescendingly as a victor, and smiled coldly: "Now, you should know who is the king, right?"

Cui Moyao let out a muffled snort, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, spilling it all over the ground.He had already suffered internal injuries, coupled with the rush to attack his heart, which led to his rapid heart failure.

"Mo, how are you?" Fu Yaxuan hugged him tightly.

Long Jiantian walked towards them step by step, Fu Yaxuan and the others huddled together, Long Shengnan gritted his teeth and said, "Long Jiantian, what exactly do you want?"

"You all want me to die, so of course I can't let you go. As a king, you must not have the kindness of a woman. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."

Fu Yaxuan snorted coldly in his heart, now he can say anything, because everyone's life is in his hands.

After several life and death, this time, it seems that it is really doomed.

"Death at my hands, you are finally not wronged..."

When Long Jiantian was proud of himself, Long Shengnan suddenly threw a red smoke bomb, and a burst of red fog dispersed, and everyone fled in the chaos.

"Hurry up." In the thick fog, Fu Yaxuan held Cui Moyao's hand.

"Let me go, let me go." Cui Moyao tried his best to break away from her hand and pushed her away.

In this battle, everyone was exhausted, and Cui Moyao suffered serious internal injuries. He didn't have the strength to escape at all, but he hoped that Fu Yaxuan could escape.

But Fu Yaxuan stubbornly wants to advance and retreat with him, whether it is pulling him, carrying him, or hugging him, she must go with him, she will not leave him and go away.

The dense fog gradually dispersed, and Fu Yaxuan could be vaguely seen holding Cui Moyao with difficulty, both of them were exhausted.

"You go, leave me alone." Cui Moyao looked sad, but he couldn't use all his strength.

The sun shot down, and a sword light reflected their faces. Long Jian Tian Sen's cold voice sounded slowly: "You are really a husband and wife. If this is the case, don't leave."

Well, at this moment, Fu Yaxuan really resigned to her fate, she held her head high and said loudly: "Long Jiantian, don't talk so much nonsense, if you want to kill, come on!"

Long Jiantian smiled sinisterly, looked down at the sharp sword in his hand slightly, and tested the sharpness of the blade with his thumb. This sharp sword can cut off a person's head with just a single stroke. , When the head falls, I am afraid that the eyes can still see my body fall.