The spring sleeping begonias in the spring have woken up, blooming all over the mountains and fields, and the fragrance is fragrant. Waiting for it, it turned out to be an amorous man in yellow. The sword of drinking wind is like a ruthless man's hand, a sword and a sword, in the pleasure and ease, in the graceful and graceful, it is fiercely taken off, put it in the hand, and put it on the sword. It hinders the flowering period of life and the edge of life.

Jin Bei'er said: "Not bad. She threw herself at the love letter again, slashing her sword with a swift thunderbolt.

The silkworms in the spring spit out long silk threads, always adding clues to others, annoying, annoying so annoying that people slash with swords, chopping constantly, and messing up.

Its winding silk hinders the sword-wielding arm, just like the brainman's train of thought. The Song of Love Book Exhibition can't open the sword road, and it won't be able to untie the thousands of knots of the spring silkworm spinning silk in front of him for a while, and the whole tall figure is trapped in the moment and can't be too smart.

The person who is in love?, with a romantic flow. Amorous people, with self-respect.

Whether it's beautiful begonia flowers or troublesome silk.

After spring, maybe everything is not so glamorous and bright.

The love letter of ode to the right arm, which was wrapped around the silk, was as steady as Mount Tai, and the amorous sword in the left hand was blocking the tip of the golden bottle.

The love letter only felt the true qi on the silk rushing into the arm, as if the embankment had burst. As soon as he stabilized his qi, the true yuan of the dantian boiled, and Haoran's true qi was transmitted out, and he resisted the power of winding silk to force his life.

Under the instigation of Zhen Yuan, the red long sword was opened. With a "snap", the golden bottle was shaken alive for dozens of steps.

The ode to love is full of true energy, the palm of the hand grasps the silk that is so powerful that it is annoying, and the sword in the right hand carries the fierce wind and points to the source.

Jiao Mei'er instilled her true qi, let go of the head of the vertical and horizontal silk, no longer grabbed his arm, and quickly retracted it.

"Harden Silkworm Shield". The silk quickly dissolved into a round shield the size of a stiff and pliable red pot lid.

"Boom. The two of them exchanged weapons, making the center as hard as iron, and the rocky ground let the true air flow out, and a huge rift that could trap people exploded.

All the power of the amorous sword piercing was dissolved, and the love letter was slightly startled. Not wanting to lose his advantage, he raised the yuan again, rushed straight to the tip of the sword, and found that it was as if he was holding a cotton jacket with a wooden stick, which could not be penetrated, and could only fall into a little, which was useless.

The two sides were extremely fast and really lucky, and the sound of swishing and swishing was endless. The thin, transparent flow in front of them was like two open oil umbrellas.

When the strong wind was blowing and whistling, the golden bottle giggled inexplicably, and the spring sleeping begonia took advantage of the opportunity of the spring silkworm to spin silk and took its life like a flower.

"Red begonia slices. The sword dance is gorgeous, the red light comes out of the sword, and the large and small begonia flowers condensed by the true qi spread out and attack the owner of the amorous sword recklessly.

"Randy red flew over the swing. The love letter was withdrawn three steps, and between the passionate swords left and right, the stones of the chaotic stones suddenly rose. The brush kept refining the roll like a bee circle, and then with a wave of his right hand, he smashed the begonia pieces piece by piece. "Let's go, let's go"

Jin Bei'er was shocked by his swordsmanship and cultivation, this sword stabbed the past without a previous move as a weakened, it was extremely powerful and lonely, if it weren't for Jiao Mei'er also on the side, she might not dare to go over, just because she had just finished a move, and her true qi was not enough. Sure enough, as she expected, the other party easily dissolved, and quickly brushed a strange swordsmanship in the air, which can be said to be not like swordsmanship, like an ancient text. The font glowed golden, and the shape was as strong as pine.

The golden bottle, which had already lost ground in this round, dared to block it again, gave up the opportunity to take advantage of the gap in close quarters, landed on the ground in red, and the willow waist was like a bow, and his head was flashed with the sharp sword qi and the twisted handwriting like a tadpole.

All she could hear was a loud pop behind her, and she knew that the thing was hitting a hard stone. Get up and sword like the wind, pick up the long sword that attacked Jiao Mei'er, and with the cooperation of silk and sword, this fateful round was unlocked.

The love letter was waved in the wind, and he said to them: "People who have no feelings, but let my amorous sword show mercy to you, is it your sorrow, or the sorrow of my sword." He said with a little pity in the front, and then he held the dim ancient sword and looked at it, as if he was communicating with the sword and feeling sad for the sword.

Jiao Mei'er and Jin Zhu'er stood at the top of the cliff, looked at each other, laughed, looked at the strange little sign hanging on the pine tree, and laughed again.

Jin Bei'er didn't attack again, and when he looked back and saw Fang Cai's attack on the right side of the body, the sword qi on the Xiushi was printed with a red character similar to "Flying over the swing".

That font is comparable to the over-force permeable stone?, if you use it on your own body, I don't know if it will be torn apart. Jin Bei'er admired his trick very much, but when he looked closely, the font seemed to have been seen there, very familiar, but it was difficult to remember.

The battle between reincarnation and Haomei is in full swing.

Predator, plum blossom.

The cultivation of reincarnation is slightly better than that of Haomei, but the swordsmanship is average. The big owner grasped this, and after a few rounds of retreat, he stabilized his foot, and his true qi was forced out of his body, condensing into a close and shocking, terrifying true yuan, and the surrounding wind and clouds rolled wildly. She holds a sword in one hand, and the other hand is soft and slow refining power, and the wind blows up Yunyuan, who doesn't care about clothes, and doesn't blow Yunyuan, who concentrates on everything.

Seeing that the situation was like a raging wave, Haomei also made the strongest move. She thrust the twenty-four into the ground, took a deep breath of the clear air in the mountains, closed her eyebrows slightly, spread her hands, and Hua Yuan flowed out from the various complicated meridians in her body. When the fragrance wafts, the wisps of flowers linger thinly in front, the birds in several parts of the valley inexplicably fly away from their original nests, the land of wild flowers, the forest of green trees, silently have a wonderful call.

"Spread out. The bright flowers and tender green leaves of this small world are all attracted by the fragrance of her flowers, and they linger in front of her like thousands of bees returning to their nests. Each piece of each flower is constantly rotating, or refining it, it will continue to absorb the flower element, and it will become a great mountain-destroying power.

Two balls of light of different colors that did not shine too brightly, under the collision of the two of them in the extreme speed and turmoil, collided with a huge light, a huge explosion sound, and a huge crater.

Both were injured at the same time.

Haomei spat out a mouthful of blood.

And the reincarnation is only bleeding from the corners of the mouth, but there is a crack pain inside, and he said secretly: "Cultivation is inferior to me, and I can use the strongest move, and it is already good to block my true yuan." But she was only seriously injured, and she hurt me so far, it seems that the people of Baihua Valley should not be underestimated. ”

On the north side of the temple gate, the high wall was crushed by the fragments of the extreme explosion just now, and the guest rooms of several guests were seriously damaged. The entire square temple looks like a rat gnawing off a small corner of a large cake if you look at it from above.

Cai reincarnation thought to himself: "It seems that I have to leave, and I can't take advantage of it today." "She didn't want to take advantage of the excitement to come and return home, and there was a battle between heaven and man in her heart, and in the end, for the sake of safety, it was better for Mingjin to withdraw the troops, after all, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and he knows that the straight road from the person to the east is not difficult to intercept him in the future.

Hui just wanted to shout the word retreat, and suddenly smelled a faint strange floral fragrance, which was different from what he had smelled on his body when he was fighting with Haomei before.

At first, I thought it was the twenty-four fragrance on Haomei's hands, which was not surprising, but when I looked at it, I saw that the woman in white in front of me was poking the acupuncture points with her fingers a few times, and then she looked flustered, her palm was downward, and she was meditating on breathing, as if she was suppressing something.

Reincarnation did not miss any opportunity to take advantage of it, and stabbed it with his sword. The red shadow who galloped to kill wanted to end the other party's life.

Haomei's body uses too many flower elements, and the previous Shenrui vanilla fragrance is stored in the body, and I originally wanted to find a place to release it as bait and catch out the incense eater. It didn't take long for her to turn out that she wanted to use the Qiankun Ruyi gourd and the incense-eating demon jade to burn, even if she became a waste.

Nowadays, the aroma is slowly flowing out, and the flow is too small to capture people's hearts and affect the brain. What's more, it's in an open place?, the effect can be seen.

The reason why she wants to press the aroma by luck is because she is afraid that the fragrance will attract a mortal enemy, a mortal enemy with deep hatred.

The reincarnation sword blade was merciless, swept right and left, and in a few breaths, she obviously had the upper hand with slightly inferior swordsmanship.

Haomei was attacked in a hurry, unable to parry, and retreated a few steps, already in danger.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the sword spirit turned out, and dozens of "Xiu Xiu" shuttled back and forth left and right, blocking the life-threatening move of reincarnation and the sword of mad stabbing one by one.

After several rounds, standing on their own, Cai Reincarnation did not hurt Haomei, but only made her true qi recover too slowly.

Reincarnation snorted coldly, knowing that this time he would attack again, the other party would not give such a good opportunity, and said ruthlessly: "Dao Chief, if you don't hand over what I want." When you are caught, I will start with the smallest. She raised her sword and pointed sharply at the smallest, thinnest, shortest child who was sleeping.

The three locks of planting their heads just happened to be carried by Yan Zhuang and Yan Zhuang He Shen was afraid to enter the temple and come out to see the excitement, shaking his sleeping rotten head at the gate of the temple, and said: "Lazy, the red lady wants to kill you." ”

The rotten head snorted, obviously very sleepy, and said in a daze: "I even catch the big white wolf, what kind of red wolf am I afraid of." ”

Yan Zhuang also ran out and said to the rotten head: "Everyone kills you, why don't you get up and run away quickly." As he spoke, he carried the rotten head into the temple like a dead man.

At the gate of the temple, the rotten head said: "Kill me? We have been hunted down and killed all the way, and we have long been used to it." Panic what, it's a big thing to sleep. ”

"Hahaha!" In the distance, there were a few inexplicable sounds of haha.

Hao Mei was frightened.

That's right, the voice of the person who came was the incense eater.

"Seven verticals and eight dangers swept Kyushu, and the rivers and mountains were lush and delicacies. Recently, the smell of people's souls has been lost, and the taste of food is comparable to rice porridge. ”

Two familiar mantras came from the top of the mountain to the west, far away, followed by a white shadow.

Standing in front of the temple gate.