Xing Feng planned to lie on the proprietress bed for two more days, but in the end, he was ruthlessly driven downstairs by Su Meixi and returned to his kennel to lie on his stomach. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xing Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking inwardly at his body, although he fused the soul of Ying Long, his realm still did not improve, but his spiritual power was as magnificent as the ocean.

Three hours later, it was nightfall.

Xing Feng, who was meditating, was awakened by a sense of call in his heart that seemed to be connected by blood, and opened his eyes with complicated shocks and excitement in his eyes.

"Sealed.... Demon. ”

Xing Feng muttered in disbelief.

A few hundred meters from the Meixi Restaurant on the roof of a building.

A woman wearing a Taoist robe like a fairy descending to earth, standing on the roof of the building with two swords on her back, staring in the direction of Meixi Restaurant.

The inky black scabbard behind him trembled violently, as if it would come out of its sheath at any moment.

"Messing around will turn you into a piece of scrap metal."

The woman glanced sideways at the long sword behind her and said coldly.

The long sword behind him seemed to be psychic, as if he was afraid of her, and the sword body was really not trembling.

Xing Feng walked out of the door with the feeling in his heart and looked at the roof of the building where the woman was standing.

The eyes are slightly narrowed, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.

Xing Feng's figure flashed and disappeared into the night in an instant.

At the moment when Xing Feng disappeared, the balcony door on the second floor opened, and Su Meixi stood on the balcony and looked at the building where the woman was, frowning slightly, but she didn't move.

Three minutes later, the woman was on the roof of the building.

Xing Feng looked at the woman in a Taoist robe.

Aunt Dao?

"You're Xing Feng?"

"Yes."

It's a simple question and answer.

The woman turned her back to Xing Feng and said calmly: "If you win me, the people and the sword will belong to you, if you lose, I am still me, you are still you." ”

The woman turned around and looked at Xing Feng without waves.

Xing Feng's standing body shook suddenly, and he almost sat on the ground.

Man and sword to mine?

The sword is mine, so forget it, but what's the matter with people?

Also, how could the sealing demon appear in her hands?

"Girl?"

"Nangong Pranya."

Xing Feng sighed silently, looked at the woman who was still standing motionless, and smiled: "Do we have to fight?" ”

Nangong Panruo didn't speak, the long sword behind his back trembled, and the sword rang out.

This means, if you don't fight, you can't do it!

Nangong Panruo glanced at him and said indifferently: "Sword name, Qiushui"

"Zheng!"

The Qiushui sword was instantly unsheathed and fell into Nangong Panruo's hand, the sword light was like water, and he didn't make a move, but the continuous sword intent had already begun to surge.

Xing Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, silent.

Nangong Panruo's robe swayed slightly, his sword momentum fluttered, and a sword stabbed at Xing Feng's chest.

The robe is flying, the face is cold, and the sword light is like water.

People are like immortals, and swords are like shocks!

The big simplification, the big simplification.

Nangong Panruo's moves were far less neat than Xing Feng's.

But every move carries a pleasing and stunning beauty, without the slightest artificiality, giving people the feeling that such a woman should use this move.

The Qiushui sword suddenly came out of its sheath, the sword light was as cold as water, and it stabbed at Xing Feng's eyebrows mercilessly, she was still holding the snow-white dust, holding the sword in one hand, and the speed was amazing.

Xing Feng stepped back on his toes, but he could avoid the blade of the sword, and he couldn't find Nangong Panruo's flaws for a while.

Then he didn't dare to attack rashly, before the start of the fight, he could comfort himself, saying that winning is winning a woman, and there is no loss if he loses, in fact, it is all.

If he loses and loses a lot, at least he can't afford to lose face, and if he loses to a girl, even if he can find a hundred excuses, he still feels blushing.

The two of them advanced and retreated, and the cold sword light always chased Xing Feng's figure.

For Nangong Panruo, she herself has no flaws, and Xing Feng also has no flaws.

In this case, she has no less than dozens of killing moves to use, but Xing Feng who is retreating can basically dodge all of them, and between advancing and retreating, no one can help anyone.

This young man's strength is not bad, at least much higher than he shows.

Nangong Panruo's heart was as peaceful as water, but the long sword in his hand was swaying fiercely, and the offensive was invisibly speeding up a lot.

Under the moonlight, people forget the past and the past like a sword dance of the flying immortals, the long sword is fierce, but the beauty is floating in the wind.

"Ding!"

Xing Feng narrowed his eyes, and finally seized a small opportunity, stretched out his hand, and flicked his fingers on Qiushui's sword blade.

It didn't seem to be forceful, but the sword light flying around him paused instantly, and the powerful internal strength forcibly shifted the long sword to an angle.

Xing Feng seized the opportunity and shouted softly: "Seal the demon."

The Demon Sealing Sword that had been hanging behind Nangong Panruo instantly appeared in his hand, the blade of the sword was pitch black, and he rushed directly towards the Xueliang long sword.

The distance between the two was less than three or four meters, and the moment the angle of the Qiushui Sword staggered, Xing Feng seized the opportunity and rushed in with a big stride, directly approaching Nangong Panruo's body.

Close combat!

Xing Feng had already approached Nangong Panruo's body, holding a pitch-black sealing demon, and the offensive and defensive positions were completely reversed.

Assault!

The distance between the two was less than one meter, and although Xing Feng's angle of attacking with the sealing demon was greatly restricted, it was equivalent to completely sealing Nangong Panruo's idea of using a sword, and at such a short distance, a long sword almost became a burden.

Xing Feng's expression was calm, and the sealing demon in his hand swung up and down, unequivocally, and slashed a sword towards Nangong Panruo's chest.

The annoyed look in the fairy sister's eyes flashed, and she quickly retreated with her sword, intending to continue to distance herself to teach this man a lesson.

But the other party followed him like a shadow, his body was close to him, and the sealing demon in his hand still maintained a position, greeting at the other party's chest.

Nangong Panruo narrowed Danfeng's eyes slightly, and his toes were dexterous on the ground, and his whole body took off and quickly retreated a long distance.

Xing Feng followed, but he didn't know if he was too slow or the other party was too fast this time.

has already given Nangong Panruo a chance to attack, this fairy sister is not ambiguous, tonight's fight, this man wants to win, she doesn't want to lose.

A slender beautiful leg quickly lifted, bringing a gust of fragrant wind, and directly kicked at Xing Feng's wrist holding the Demon Sealing Sword.

The smile in Xing Feng's eyes flashed away, under Nangong Panruo's slightly stunned eyes.

The Demon Sealing Sword in his hand made a dazzling classic posture, and with a flick of his wrist, the Demon Sealing Sword had been reinserted into the scabbard behind Nangong Panruo.

Nangong Panruo's calf had already kicked directly over.

Xing Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, and when the other party didn't have time to accept it, he grabbed the other party's beautiful feet with all his strength.

Xing Feng didn't pity the jade, he had already planned it, and now he used all his strength to completely lift Nangong Panruo away.

Xing Feng smiled, then made a move, and the hand that held Nangong Panruo's beautiful feet suddenly threw it out.

Made.

It's just that Nangong Panruo didn't move, or didn't achieve the effect he wanted, and the other party made an unusually gorgeous half spin in the air.

And then there was a bang.

Symphony of gold and iron.

Nangong Panruo's body was all in the air, and the Qiushui long sword in his hand went down and stabbed on the ground, a simple move, but it became the focus of the entire body.

Before Xing Feng could react, Nangong Panruo swept over again, this time not the wrist, but the head.

Xing Feng narrowed his eyes, and for the first time realized that although he already valued Nangong Panruo very much, now it seemed that he still underestimated her.

He took a slight step back, subconsciously pulling away again.

Nangong Panruo's eyes narrowed, and the downward trend of the whole person suddenly accelerated, and as soon as one foot hit the ground, his body bounced up again.

Straight forward, her body volleyed in the air, a woman who was originally as light as a willow of smoke, after raising her body high, she actually made a domineering gesture of splitting Huashan!

Indomitable.

All the tricks seem to be completely coherent, wave after wave, without stopping, without giving people a chance to react at all.

Xing Feng took a big step back again.

The sword light in the sky roared and fell, without the slightest condensation, and continued to rush forward.

Xing Feng narrowed his eyes, completely stimulated the battle intent in his heart, and just wanted to fight with all his strength to no longer hide his strength, a cold sword blade was already like a poisonous snake, silently but extremely weird on his neck.

"You've lost."

Nangong Panruo's cold voice sounded faintly.