The night was dark, and the two held each other for a long time on the official road.

After a while, Nangong Jing's hoarse voice sounded: "You don't want to!"

He repeated: "You don't want to!" His eyes were dark, deep as ink, and a little bloody: "That's not an obsession!"

Hearing her deny his intentions made him feel that he had to do something, or the depression in his chest would almost burst, and he struggled to move forward, and stretched out a trembling hand to her.

In the night, her eyes were as bright as stars, shining on the night sky, which was where the light he longed for, but she retreated step by step.

"You're so cruel! Awei!" Nangong Jing said in a low voice, "You don't want to give me the slightest comfort." ”

Ling Yuwei was silent, sometimes, when she was decided, she couldn't give him what he wanted, so don't give him hope. He himself is the pride of the sky, the youngest family master, the most promising disciple of the Tianji Palace, and the beloved disciple of the Tianji Son. After this time, it may hurt, but after the pain, the wound will always scar, until it is forgotten.

Nangong Jing's eyes seemed to be tumbling with flames, and his hand was retracted.

Since she didn't want to give what he wanted, then he would take it by force! He pursed his thin lips, his angular and handsome face became more and more sharp as a knife, and he restrained all the emotions exposed, and grabbed Ling Yuwei's shoulder as soon as he stepped forward.

Ling Yuwei tapped her toes lightly, and quickly retreated, Nangong Jing kept moving, slapped out with a palm of her left hand, and the palm wind forced her to the side, he seemed to have expected the direction where she was going to dodge, and the probe claw grabbed her right shoulder, Ling Yuwei was short, only to hear the sound of "tearing" cracking, and a large piece of her clothes was torn off by him, revealing her jade white and crystal skin, the night wind was cold, and she shivered.

Damn, dare to tear Lao Tzu's clothes?

Deng Shi was furious, and before she could turn around, Nangong Jing had already taken advantage of her distraction to throw away the clothes that had been torn off in her hand, and pulled her body over with a flip of her wrist, stretched out her finger and pointed at the numb point on her waist, she stretched out her arm to block, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled dozens of moves.

"It's a long job!" Nangong Jing's voice was cold, her five fingers were like hooks, and she grabbed her wrist. Towards his arms, Ling Yuwei's back hit his hard chest, she hit her elbow back, and hit him under the ribs with a "bang", Nangong Jing snorted, not only did not let go of her, but wrapped her arms tighter together, so that her petite body was hugged tightly by him, Ling Yuwei struggled a few times, but did not break away.

"Let go!"

"Can't let go!"

Nangong Jing's arms were like iron tongs, hugging her tightly, his warm breath was on the side of her ears, Ling Yuwei's body stiffened, and she said softly: "Nangong, don't be like this!

"Okay, I can't say it!"

Nangong Jing smelled the fragrance on her body at the end of her nose, and was even more greedy for the warmth at this time, Ling Yuwei tilted her head slightly, and wiped her lips with her side face.

The delicate touch made him stiffen, Ling Yuwei raised her foot and stomped on his boots, he was in pain for a while, she had taken the opportunity to twist her body, her two fingers were like halberds, and she also pointed at the numb points on his waist.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Jing took advantage of her turn to clasp his big palm on her waist, his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, his arm exerted force, and when he lifted it up, his lips were printed on her red lips.

Ling Yuwei pointed halfway through, and then gave him a frightened breath, Nangong Jing locked her waist, her soft body was almost embedded in his body, Ling Yuwei's heart jumped violently, and she became frightened.

In two lives, she had never been so close to a man, and after the panic, she calmed down, her brain raced, and she calculated how to get out of his hands.

Nangong Jing was only a light touch at first, and then invaded like a storm.

Ling Yuwei was almost taken away from her breath by him, and she struggled with her hands and feet, but the more she resisted, the more angry Nangong Jing became, and the blood between the lips and tongues of the two was stained, and it was impossible to tell who bit whom.

I don't know how long they have been entangled before Nangong Jing was willing to let go of her, there was more tenderness in his eyes, and he was about to speak, when Ling Yuwei suddenly took a few steps back.

"Don't do it again! Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the old love!"

"You're not my opponent!" Nangong Jing's expression was inexplicable.

Ling Yuwei saw that he was pressing step by step, and she was determined not to let her go to Tianmu Mountain, so she dared to be inferior to her, and her heart was even more angry, and in a fit of anger, she pulled out the Tianshu sword with her hand, and stood with the sword, the sharp sword light pierced his eyes, and he slowly covered his heart.

"You're going to fight my sword?"

Nangong Jing spoke slowly, his voice cold and deep.

"Whoever stops me, I will kill him!

Her voice was fierce, and the sword was in her chest, Nangong Jing knew her stubbornness, and he forced himself to suppress the sourness in his heart.

"Whoever it is, you don't show mercy?"

"Whoever stands in my way will die!"

She repeated repeatedly, she must have a break with him today and let him die. He has a bright future, and there is no need to be sent in for a momentary obsession.

She has a difficult road ahead, she doesn't know life and death, and the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the past dynasties have not ended well, so why bother to let him fall into the quagmire together, besides, it is difficult to repay the love debt!

"Light up your ink jade sword!"

The girl's crisp and cold voice came far away in the night.

"As soon as Moyu comes out, you have no chance to fight back!"

"Not necessarily! I will use the Three Demon Swords to your Biyue Streamer, you can take out the sword!"

The black jade sword slowly drew out of his sleeve, and the "Immortal Guiding the Way" opened up the posture.

Ling Yuwei knew that he was waiting for her to strike first, the true qi was turning, and the power of the Heavenly Demon was infused into her left hand.

"Thousand Phantom Shadows" slashed out with a sword.

The sword waves were surging, and there seemed to be countless sword shadows shrinking and outflanking around, and the center was Nangong Jing.

He was motionless, like a mountain, he looked at the sword light, Tianshu came extremely fast, followed by the sword qi, and suddenly came.

He raised his hand slightly, but the Moyu sword didn't move, he stared at the tip of Tianshu's sword and roared towards him.

In just a few breaths, the thoughts in his mind have turned a thousand times.

I want him to become famous at a young age and shoulder the Nangong clan. At the age of five, he was brought into Qianxun Island by Tianjizi, ten years of penance, and got the news of his father's danger, and when he came back to see his father for the last time, after taking care of the aftermath, his mother and the Qiu family forced him to hand over the Nangong family's internal martial arts and sword scores collected by the past dynasties, and he suppressed the Qiu family by thunderous means.

Over the years, he has had such a difficult time! It's just that as the days go by, he has become accustomed to this kind of life, and there is no warmth in his life, and he doesn't need it!

If there was no Ling Yuwei's appearance, perhaps, he would stay in Xichuan for the rest of his life or return to the Tianji Hall to serve the master, however, fate took a turn here, and finally returned to the love tribulation that the master said, since it was a calamity, and he couldn't cross his heart, then die in her hands!

Ling Yuwei's blow to him is not a big one, she refuses to go with him, the Tianji Palace will not let her go, he can't betray the master, and he can't do anything to her, all thoughts are disillusioned for a while, and he has a will to die in his heart, so he only makes the Moyu Sword look like it, and waits for the Tianshu Sword to give him a good time.