The Beauty’s Blade

"Why doesn't Master Guo Shaobao continue? The old man still wants to continue listening to the story?" Jie Jie's weird laugh echoed in the hall, and a strange voice of Yin and Yang came in.

A thin old man in a red dress walked in, looking around with thief eyes.

The hall was so quiet for a moment that there was only breathing.

Because they had recognized that this little old man was Zhang Zongyi, the Blood Demon Blade of the Western Regions. He is a demonic crooked way, not a demonic crooked way alone, he is ten times worse than the evil people in the demon cult, or even a hundred times worse. He kills when he is happy, and kills when he is upset. He is a monk. He doesn't drink alcohol, but he drinks human blood. He is not a vegetarian, but can eat human flesh.

Zhang Zongyi squinted his eyes and smiled evilly: "When I was recruiting my son-in-law on Yanxia Island, I also went to join in the fun. I didn't expect to be preempted by two young boys. The sisters are really rare beauties in the world. The treasure house and cheats of the master of Yanxia Island, these are all dreams of the people on the rivers and lakes. People want them, treasures too, how can there be such a cheap thing? Master Guo Shaobao, do you think?"

Guo Ju stiffened his face and nodded in response: "It makes sense."

Zhang Zongyi smiled obsessively: "At the beginning, those two boys slapped me, but now I have achieved great success and come to avenge me. I heard that it was a grand gathering held by the Baidao Alliance. I didn't expect that there would be only a group of boys! Zhang Zongyi said again, "But that’s not bad. The taste of young people is better than a handful of old bones!" Zhang Zongyi’s expression changed abruptly. He stretched out the thin palm of his hand and took Yang Wumin. Sucked over.

An unfamiliar smell came, Yang Wumin's neck was pinched, tears in his eyes lit up. She said with great effort: "Fu Wanqing is more beautiful than her mother!"

Long before Zhang Zongyi entered the door, Fu Wanqing increased her vigilance, her hand was already on the sword. When she heard Yang Wumin's words, her eyebrows became cold, blocking Yu Shengyan's face, and she let out a blue light lasing. She slowly said, "Western Blood Demon Sword? Let me teach Senior's brilliant tricks. "

Fu Wanqing didn't want to save Yang Wumin at all, and even wanted to kill her with a sword, but it was a pity that Zhang Zongyi's lustful eyes had fallen on her. The Blood Demon Knife was bound to return after seeing the blood, and Fu Wanqing felt the blood boil all over her body. This thin man is a master, a master from the Western Regions. The disciples of all sects on the rivers and lakes all have tricks, but they are not as good as the Western Regions.

Men or women, young or old, handsome or ugly, it doesn't matter anymore. What fell in Fu Wanqing's eyes was only a knife, a very thin and fast knife, but she herself was a sword, a lighter and faster sword. With a breath and a breath, she had turned into a sword of light, and she was fighting with Zhang Zongyi.

The courage and low skill have already sneaked away.

Yang Wumin fell to the ground, stroking his neck and panting loudly.

Yang Wogong is leaning on the table and ready to go.

Shen Shengyi took his cup leisurely and took a sip of hot wine.

The Zhong brothers looked at San Young Master obsessively, and San Young Master brushed his sleeves, his eyes collided with the two pink-clothed people around Chun Feng Xiao, and the worries faded away.

Guo Ju was very nervous and left a pair of palm prints on the table. He stared at the idle jade smoke, with a few pleadings in his eyes.

The red blade light intersects with the cyan sword shadow and separates, and a figure emerges from the multiple images.

Fu Wanqing coughed gently while covering her lips, while Zhang Zongyi raised his head and laughed wildly at the sky. The long sword shook, and Fu Wanqing turned into a sword light to attack Zhang Zongyi, and Zhang Zongyi's gray and withered face showed a trace of ruddy. The surrounding tables were shattered, and the remaining sawdust seemed to be rolled up by the hurricane and turned into a small whirlpool in the hall. The person who fell out this time was Zhang Zongyi, but Fu Wanqing didn't feel much better.

Yang Wumin stared fiercely at Fu Wanqing whose body protector was dispelled. With a touch of his right hand, a starlight shot towards Fu Wanqing. Yu Shengyan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and only a white shadow flashed past, with a few bangs, and those life-threatening darts were beaten back, wiping Yang Wumin's skin and nailing her all over her body. Yu Shengyan gave Yang Wumin a cold stare, then turned around and picked up the weak Fu Wanqing.

Zhang Zongyi stood up braced and laughed: "Very good! Very good!"

There was a coquettish and **** red glow on his knife.

Fu Wanqing reprimanded and said: "Yu gives birth to smoke, a sword!"

Yu Shengyan ignored the shout and went to pick up Zhang Zongyi's Blood Demon Knife with bare hands. Long hair fluttered because of the vigor of the whole body, and Yushengyan's momentum changed greatly. Fu Wanqing had already been pushed aside by Guo Ju, who was stunned by her, and her figure flicked. She seemed to have calculated every move and every style of Zhang Zongyi, and she forced Zhang Zongyi to retreat step by step.

Guo Ju looked dumbfounded, but Fu Wanqing was frightened.

"If Shen Shengyi does it, you stop him." Fu Wanqing gave a gentle word in Guo Ju's ear. With a push with both hands, she had already swept towards the fighting two with this ingenious energy. She fought with Zhang Zongyi and learned that there are eight styles of the Blood Demon Knife, one is more powerful than the other, and now it is the eighth style.

Fu Wanqing stared at the two people closely. She saw Zhang Zongyi's mouth with a dark smile, and her heart sank suddenly.

After the eighth style, the sword's momentum has not slowed down, Yushengyan is almost close to the ground, and if she does not release the sword, she will be split in half by the hidden sword! Fu Wanqing took a deep breath, she flew obliquely towards Yushengyan, the long sword lifted up, almost exhausting her whole body's true energy.

There is no ninth style in the blood devil knife method, only the eighth style knife in the knife!

Yu Shengyan suddenly realized that she was about to flash the knife, Fu Wanqing stepped in and insisted on a move.

The long sword was shattered every inch, and the bright red blood dripped down the monster red knife.

Yu Shengyan frowned, caught Fu Wanqing and swept away several feet away.

Zhang Zongyi's mouth was full of surging blood. He wiped his mouth and looked at the tip of the sword that was almost inserted into his heart, and he disappeared.

"What are you rushing to do?" Yu Shengyan's cold voice trembled, and her hands holding Fu Wanqing were also shaking.

"Sister Yu, you are amazing!" Guo Ju turned over and fell in front of Fu Wanqing. He just glanced at the knife on her shoulder, his expression immediately changed, and he stretched out his hand to seal Fu Wanqing's big hole. He was frightened. Yelled, "The Blood Demon Knife is poisonous!"

Yu Shengyan's expression changed.

"Girl Jade, there is a room upstairs, please take her up quickly!" The third son also rushed over and said anxiously, "Liu Hong, please go and please—"

"No need!" Yu Shengyan interrupted the third son. She picked up Fu Wanqing and jumped to the second floor.

"Yushengyan! Demon cult leader Yushengyan!" Yang Wumin shouted, his eyes as if he was about to tear people apart.

"Shut up! What kind of woman gives birth to what kind of daughter!" Guo Ju yelled violently, clenching his fists, wishing to slap Yang Wumin's face.

The door was closed tightly, Yu Shengyan's face was as cold as frost.

Fu Wanqing leaned on the couch, squinting and smiling.

The knife wound on his right shoulder, and Yu Shengyan's upper body shirt was cruelly peeled off.

Yu Shengyan glanced at her undulating chest, her eyes focused on her wound.

"Are you going to use your palm to help me **** out the poison? What should I do if there is residual poison?" Fu Wanqing asked Chao Yusheng with a smile while holding her fingertips.

Yushengyan glanced at her and asked quietly, "What about that?"

Fu Wanqing didn't answer, she just sat up slightly on the bed, stretched out her hand to wrap Yu Shengyan's neck, and tried a little bit, but she earned a wound, causing Fu Wanqing to snorted.

Yu Shengyan knelt and sat beside Fu Wanqing, her hands propped on both sides, and she swept past the messy Fu Wanqing. Suddenly, there was a sound in her mind that Fu Wanqing had coaxed her to read the Erotica album. Instantly confused. She lifted the falling hair, gradually approached the stab wound on Fu Wanqing's shoulder, and gently placed her lips on her bare skin, sucking the poisonous blood bit by bit.

Fu Wanqing tilted her head back, and put her shoulders to Yu Shengyan's lips, either chuckling or moaning. The eyes are glaring and fascinating.

Yu Shengyan wiped the blood on her lips, and did not leave Fu Wanqing's body. She asked softly, "Is that right?"

Yushengyan's misty eyes are like the mist of the river in early winter, like the misty rain when spring comes.

She leaned down and kissed Fu Wanqing's delicate collarbone, either sucking or biting.

Fu Wanqing only felt that her soul was going to be hooked out by Yushengyan, she held Yushengyan with a bright and open smile.

Yu Shengyan's hand penetrated into Fu Wanqing's skirt and ran across her brocade-like skin. The five fingers pulsate, seeming to pluck the strings. Fu Wanqing was smiling, and a little tear flashed in her eyes. "Yushengyan, Yushengyan..." She called Yushengyan's name lowly.

Yu Shengyan sighed slightly, and she withdrew her hand from the mischief, and caged Fu Wanqing's skirt.

The plain white silk wraps the wound layer by layer.

"You shouldn't have stabbed that sword."

Yushengyan said lightly.

Fu Wanqing chuckled lightly, she asked softly: "My sword is broken, should you pay me?"