If you fight like this, you're going to die......

Fang Qiuyao had a faint realization in his heart. It's strange to say, he was scared to death by Heiyan a few days ago, but now he is facing a strong combination equivalent to Heiyan and Qin Yan joining forces, seeing that the death date is approaching, he doesn't have much fear in his heart, but is still faintly excited.

The sword gave him the courage to face death and the confidence to defeat his enemies.

'Since ancient times, evil has not prevailed over righteousness, this big man has brute strength, far inferior to Heiyan's ruthlessness and bravery, and the other guy who hides his head and tail is only relying on a little bit of body skills, which can compare to Brother Han's exquisite swordsmanship!

Cheering himself up in his heart, Fang Qiuyao became more and more courageous, not only resisting the enemy's stormy attack, but also began to counterattack.

When he intertwined with the tall figure that looked very much like a grizzly bear again, the sword light in Fang Qiuyao's hand poured wildly like a waterfall, enveloping half of the "grizzly bear" body, and in an instant, he performed several changes such as hanging, cloud, twisting, pulling, and ringing, which could be called the ultimate in swordsmanship he had learned.

But no blood gushed out.

Fang Qiuyao's heart was awe-inspiring, and before he had time to take another look at the wound of the tall figure, he had to turn around to deal with the strong wind coming from behind.

"Let's go!" The man in the fog snorted in a low voice, and a strong fishy smell erupted from his mouth, which suffocated Fang Qiuyao's breath, and he was almost grabbed by the other party's claw on the shoulder.

The enemy is a zombie-like ghost, with a fierce poison all over his body, and if he is bitten or caught, God knows if the body of pure karma can save his life.

The footsteps of a person behind him gradually faded away, but the people in the fog who stayed behind were more ferocious, Fang Qiuyao didn't dare to slack off and had no time to turn back, he was entangled by the other party at the same time, and decided to try his best to leave the person in front of him and force him to tell all the conspiracies.

Two blurred figures flickered in the mist, Fang Qiuyao used all his strength, his sword dancing like flying frost, staring at the enemy's body. The opponent's speed may have been exerted to the extreme, leaving countless blurry afterimages between the shaking of his body, and then he was shattered by the fierce sword qi.

Such a fierce battle is extremely exhausting, and Fang Qiuyao has the body of pure karma as a support, but on the other hand, the other party is gradually overstretched, and his body and footwork are far less dazzling than at the beginning. After dozens of more moves, Fang Qiuyao finally seized the opportunity and stabbed a sword into the man's ribs, the blade of which was several inches deep, almost piercing him entirely.

Fang Qiuyao was overjoyed in his heart, and was thinking that he had succeeded, but at this time, he heard the man snort, and a pair of red jade eyes became brighter and brighter, and he actually waved a claw towards his head regardless of his injury.

Looking at the posture of that man, it is almost like they are going to die together. Fang Qiuyao hurriedly wanted to draw his sword to resist, but unexpectedly, the blade of the sword was stuck by the other party with the bones and flesh in his body, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Seeing the fishy wind blowing in his face, Fang Qiuyao didn't want to suffer this claw in vain, so he had to lean back, let go of his right hand holding the sword, and hurriedly retreated.

When he stabilized his body and looked up, he saw that the man had been wrapped in a cloud of gray mist and shot into the thatched hut in front of him, interspersed and passed by, and threw himself into the distant jungle with that cold aura.

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and Fang Qiu looked at the dilapidated thatched hut that had collapsed in half, and he hesitated a little in his heart. I don't have a sword in my hand now, do you want to go with me?

'No, I've got to figure it out, I can't let them hurt anyone!'

He let out a sigh of relief, made up his mind, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, following the cold air left by the monster to chase after him.

Walking into the jungle, the traces left by the monsters became fainter and fainter, and the cold became much thinner. Maybe it won't be long before the clues will disappear completely, Fang Qiuyao anxiously quickened his pace.

The jungle is less eerie, and the smell is becoming harder to find. After walking a distance, Fang Qiuyao completely lost the trace of the monster. Still unrelenting, he searched for some clues that he thought were suspicious, and groped his way to a lake.

There is a delicate pavilion by the lake, next to the pavilion stands a few boulders, surrounded by green willows, full of flowers, but also has a view.

At this time, the drizzle is continuous, sprinkled on the surface of the lake, rippling in circles, lotus leaves and willow branches are trembling, and the whole heaven and earth are integrated into a peculiar rhythm.

Fang Qiuyao suddenly felt in his heart, and with this scene, he vaguely realized the quiet and natural sword dao realm. It's a pity that now is not a good time to practice swords, he has no sword in his hand, and he has to track down the two escaped monsters, so he really has no leisure, so he has to leave it for the future to slowly think about this realization.

Thinking so, he still had a vague regret in his heart.

The swordsmanship performed by Brother Han that day was superb, he saw it in the clouds, and many places were puzzled, and it was rare to have some insights today, as if he had figured out a lot of things in an instant, if he calmed down and studied it carefully, it would definitely be of great benefit. It's a pity, that damn thing......

He was so engrossed that he didn't pay much attention to the scenery around him. After walking a few steps along the lakeside path, I suddenly heard a panicked scream from behind me.

"Ahh

The sound came from behind the boulders at the edge of the pavilion. Fang Qiu turned his head suddenly, and then he saw a scene that stunned him.

A naked female figure is half-lying on the shallows behind a boulder, her snow-white skin exposed to the air. Lying there on the side, the graceful scenery can make the immortal Buddha return to the world. She hugged her hands to her chest in a panic, but she couldn't hide the full and round scenery. Looking further down, her waist is slender, and her lines are soft without any fat. The legs are slender and strong, fair and smooth. And between those legs / is a dark and intoxicating valley......

Fang Qiuyao looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, as if he had been struck by lightning, but he couldn't take his eyes off it for a while.

Under his stunned gaze, the girl also saw his face clearly, her open lips slowly closed, her long hair fell freely, and a few strands of hair stayed around the corners of her mouth, adding a bit of charm.

Fang ...... Brother Fang ......" She shy shrank into the crack in the stone and spoke timidly.

After a long time, Fang Qiuyao finally reacted, turned around, his face flushed, and stammered, "Butterfly girl...... Why are you here?"

This girl had taken the initiative to invite him to dance the day before yesterday, and her affection for him was overflowing. Fang Qiuyao didn't understand, he pretended to be stupid at the time, but he didn't expect to see him again in this situation today......

The girl heard Fang Qiuyao's somewhat trembling voice, and saw that he was more nervous than herself, and her mood calmed down.

"It's a quiet place and very few people come over, so I often like to take a shower here. Brother Fang, why are you here?"