[Ran^Text^Library] You know? You know all about it? Long Yunfeng said word by word, and a touch of sadness flashed across his cold face. novel

You don't know that when you fall asleep on your desk in class, I hear you calling her name countless times, she is your first love, and you can never forget her, right? ”

Yes. Long Yunfeng nodded lightly, noncommittal.

No matter what kind of past you have with her, whether you still love her or not, I like you as always. Lu Qiaoyan gently wiped the tears on her face and said resolutely.

Why are you bothered? Long Yunfeng sighed helplessly, his eyes were cold and solemn, and endless guilt instantly surged into his heart.

How can he be virtuous, he would let such a girl who has no quarrel with the world get involved in the battle between cultivators for him without complaint or regret, and give everything without regrets!

You go! Sensing that the breath of life on Lu Qiaoyan's body was getting weaker and weaker, Long Yunfeng roared at her again.

No matter what, he couldn't let this girl take her own life.

Hahaha! None of you can leave! Yukio Yamada smirked, his gaze grim and cruel, like a wolf standing comfortably on the sidelines, watching the wounded and bleeding sheep slowly die.

Boy, do you feel weak all over your body, your qi and blood can't function, and your thoughts can't condense your ghostly energy? Let me tell you, my soul binding rope is mainly to hurt people's flesh and dissipate qi and blood, so the mysterious power in your soul will not appear, I know, that mysterious yang and power you can't control yourself, unless your soul is mortally threatened, so I choose to consume your qi and blood and destroy your body. ”

Could it be that what he said is true? Long Yunfeng's eyes rolled slightly, and the pain in his body intensified.

The first time, it was the mysterious figure who tried to use the power of the divine soul to extract his thoughts, so it aroused the rebound of the power of Yang and the power in his thoughts, and the second time, that is, just now, Yamada Yukio wanted to use the ghost energy to erode his thoughts, and the power of Yang and He broke out again, and now, he was unable to rise in qi and blood, and his muscles and veins could not be contracted, and his thoughts were just unable to condense the ghost qi and perform Taoist techniques, and the divine soul was not mortally threatened.

Wow! A gust of wind blew, and a closed window was shattered violently, as if it had been attacked by a hammer.

A slender figure flew in like a bolt of lightning that pierced the sky.

Yamada Yukio's expression tightened slightly, and his pupils slowly contracted, because, from the light wave of air, he faintly smelled a dangerous aura.

Hahaha! Dongying Yin and Yang Technique, after playing for so many years, these carving insect skills, can't you come to something innovative? ”

The laughter was hearty, loud, and with a touch of self-evident banter and mockery.

A person appeared in front of Yukio Yamada out of thin air.

It was a slender man, as thin as a bamboo pole standing upright.

A black peaked cap was pressed low, low, almost covering his entire face, his dark sunglasses emitted a sword-like cold light in the sun, and his ink-like trench coat was windless.

A pale yellow, unpretentious stick like a rolling pin was gently held in his hand, like a well-behaved and obedient plaything.

Who are you? Yukio Yamada asked coldly, his glasses staring motionlessly at the face of the man in sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses ignored him, as if he hadn't heard anything, just turned around slowly and waved his hand lightly at Long Yunfeng.

A majestic aura broke through the air, not ghostly, but full of fiery and masculine aura.

It's infuriating! Long Yunfeng's eyes widened slightly, and a touch of surprise flashed on his face.

Only when the martial arts cultivator has reached the handsome rank and exercised his lungs can he breathe in and transform the air inhaled into his body into true qi with powerful attack power.

In other words, this man in sunglasses is a martial arts master who has reached the handsome level.

He looks like he's here to help me, at least, not to kill me! Long Yunfeng couldn't feel the hostility of the man in sunglasses towards him, but he was still a little puzzled.

Because, he doesn't know this person at all! And why did this person come to help him? ”

No, no, there seems to be some kind of aura on his body that is very familiar to me, giving me a feeling of déjà vu, as if, I have really seen it somewhere, but for a moment I can't remember where I have seen this person.

Just as he was thinking, the oncoming true qi hit the soul binding rope that was condensed by Yamada Yukio's thoughts and was constantly tightening, and Sen Sen's ghost qi disappeared in an instant like a mouse seeing a cat, and the thoughts attached to it first made a "zizizi" sound, and the crack expanded little by little, and then shattered.

Thanks, bro. Long Yunfeng, who was freed from the shackles, stood up and hugged his fist to the man in sunglasses with gratitude.

No matter what the purpose of others is, in short, if others save themselves, then they should naturally be grateful to Dade.

You don't have to thank me. The man in sunglasses spoke word by word, as cold as the roar of a machine in a factory.

I saved you only for the sake of a cause and effect, I owe you, and I will pay you back today. ”

What the? You owe me? “

Such a cold sentence made Long Yunfeng hear it in a fog, when did this guy owe me a favor, and when did I intersect with him.

It's just that looking at his face that was pressed by the cap and barely saw a trace of flesh, Long Yunfeng still felt a little familiar.

Yunfeng, this person is so strange. Staring at the man in sunglasses who was fluttering in black and like a thief in a Western movie, Lu Qiaoyan smiled playfully and said suspiciously.

Boy, let your little girlfriend go first, this Dongying person, leave it to me. The man in sunglasses said lightly, but there was a trace of irresistible majesty in his voice.

Who, who's his girlfriend? Although she had been in love with Long Yunfeng for a long time, and she had confessed to him unreservedly just now, she still felt a little shy when the word "girlfriend" came out of a stranger's mouth.

Lu Qiaoyan, go out quickly, solve this Dongying person, this brother is enough. Long Yunfeng smiled slightly and waved his hand lightly at Lu Qiaoyan.

Then you be careful. Seeing that Long Yunfeng was out of danger and had been helped by such a master, Lu Qiaoyan nodded obediently and slowly walked out of this ghostly political and religious office.

Who are you? How dare you take care of the affairs of the Earth Palace? Yukio Yamada said predictably, but his flickering eyes seemed to show his lust and guilt.

This mysterious man in sunglasses was able to break through the window with lightning speed, and easily use his true qi to break the soul binding rope he had painstakingly condensed, and it was obvious that he was a master of martial arts cultivation to reach the handsome level and above to practice lungs.

As for himself, Dao is only in the late stage of possession, and martial arts is only in the middle of the school stage of exercising the skin, plus he came here is just a soul, and he can't exercise his lungs at all, his qi and blood are vigorous, and his physical strength is a long martial arts master.

was about to succeed, but I didn't expect to kill such a Cheng bite gold halfway.

Puzzled, Yukio Yamada had no choice but to pull the banner of the tiger and move out of the Tuyumen, a cultivation sect that had been precipitated in Dongying for more than a thousand years, hoping to scare the man in sunglasses.

Is it Doomon? Isn't it just an inaccessible yin-yang sect founded by Abe Harumi thousands of years ago? What's your last name? Abe or Kamo? Don't scare me with the name of that Tuyumen, be careful of annoying me one day, step directly into your eastern capital, and kill that bullshit Tuyumen. ”

The man in sunglasses tightened the stick in his hand and said casually, but Long Yunfeng felt a trace of a strong iron-blooded killing aura.

It seems that as long as he is willing, slaughtering that thousand-year-old sect Tuyumen is just a trivial matter similar to eating and drinking.

Less intimidation! Insult the Earth Imperial Gate! It's just boring! A thousand blades! Yukio Yamada shouted, and the simple tunic immediately puffed up like an inflated balloon, and endless resentment emanated from his pupils, like a real Mori Sen ghost qi was released.

The wind rose violently, blowing all kinds of books and papers up and down in the room.

In this wind, he also carried a knife and sword from Sen Senran, combined with the raging yin wind, whistling towards the man in sunglasses, and the strong murderous aura was like a charge from a group of thousands of ghost armies.

The wind is formed by ghostly energy, and the sharp swords are condensed from the thoughts that are separated from Yukio Yamada's spirit.

If you are blown down by this wind, your mind will be hurt, and if you are stabbed by that sword, your body and soul will be severely damaged.

The man in sunglasses just stood quietly, and the corners of his mouth gradually hooked up a touch of ridicule.

Insect carving skills! The man in sunglasses screamed violently, and the stick in his hand was blatantly punched from top to bottom.

This stick, with an invincible killing aura, seems to change the color of heaven and earth.

Rumble! The arrogant yin wind dissipated, and the sword in the wind burst apart little by little until it disappeared.

This! This! Yukio Yamada opened his mouth wide and couldn't close his mouth for a while.

This killing move with sixty percent of the ghost qi and one-third of the thoughts gathered by thousands of swords and thousands of swords has killed many Dao and martial arts masters, and even the ghost immortals who have just broken through will be injured when they are caught off guard.

And the mysterious man wearing sunglasses in front of him actually broke this trick in a gesture, which had to make him sigh at the strength of the man in sunglasses.

What's even worse is that except for a few thoughts that have returned to the divine soul, the rest have all been destroyed, which makes him heartbroken! I don't know how long it will take to practice before the idea of being destroyed can be reborn.

You can't do this trick! The man in sunglasses said coldly, his voice revealing a condescending contempt.

Can you play some lethal ones? ”

I'll kill you! Yukio Yamada was furious, let out a loud shout, his spirit flew out, and a palm that condensed the ghost spirit of Mori hit the man's chest fiercely.

The man in sunglasses didn't move, he just sank into the dantian, and slowly moved the qi and blood around him.

A huge, blue palm slowly towards the man in sunglasses.

But at this moment, a flame suddenly appeared on the chest of the man in sunglasses, burning the palm that seemed to be nothing.

What a powerful qi and blood! Long Yunfeng couldn't help but sigh, he knew that the so-called flame was not a real flame, but the scorching heat of qi and blood felt through the divine soul.

You've been playing for so long, it's my turn! The man in sunglasses snorted coldly, and immediately his body skyrocketed, and his thin and infinitely explosive body soared like a rocket to the sky.

In an instant, Yamada Yukio felt a powerful aura crushing towards him, like a mountain falling down, he wanted to escape, wanted to dodge, but suddenly found that his body was difficult to move for half a minute.

Because, his qi has been firmly locked by the man in sunglasses.

In the next second, a pale yellow, murderous stick struck from top to bottom.

Fast as the wind! Lightning fast! The stick had a close contact with the mud pill palace above the head of "Director Huang".

Bang! Red blood and white brains spewed out like a fountain in the night, and the medium-sized body shook violently a few times, and then fell to the ground like a tree that had been cut off at the waist.

Boy, you are so ruthless, in order to force my spirit out, you actually destroyed this teacher's mud pill palace! ”

In mid-air, a figure appeared, with square cheeks and triangular eyes, which seemed to be real and illusory.

This is Yukio Yamada's soul, and it is also his reality